Prologue

23th of March, 2008

His lips brushed her pale skin from left till right, up and down, in any possible way, as long as he could take in her aromatic scent. A sentence was repeating itself inside of his head over and over again: this is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong, but he wanted this so so bad. She escaped a lovely squirm which she had always done from the day she was born. Being family also had advantages, for example he knew every possible detail about Kumiko, from shoe size till favourite flower. Gently ducking to end up being the same height as his sister, he stopped his lips right in front of hers and waited, waited for several lingering minutes, his hot breaths teasing her small nose and lips. Her eyes searched for his but Sasuke tried to ignore them, because he knew that if he would look her in the eyes, the sentence would only repeat itself again. They both knew that this was so damn wrong, but maybe that was exactly what turned them on so much. Itachi wasn't home just like they were used to in their tiny apartment, having privacy in this little home was a big issue, and now that that issue had faded away like snow in the sunlight, could they simply ignore this gift? He thought about his sister having a boyfriend for the very first time. She had always been very popular at school, after all she was a most beautiful girl, and he had always been very popular at college too. People acknowledged the fact they were Uchiha, they guessed their beauty was a certain feature among the Uchiha to have. It was also known that Uchiha never had serious relationships. His brother Itachi was more of the calm type, living in his own world and enjoying the silence, his sister was only in her 3th grade now and so she considered herself too young to have a boyfriend, but she was probably just not ready for something like that. Sasuke on the other hand, he was known for his relationships, however of short span, let's just say he enjoyed being a teenager more than anyone else. But it had never changed the truth: these Uchiha never had serious relationships, because they only had eyes for each other. From the beginning of time Sasuke and Kumiko had been together. He was five years when his sister was born, Itachi was 10. After that tragic day Sasuke had taken care of his sister like a baby. The more reason to consider this whole idea gross and wrong and sick and destined to fail.

Their connection had severed, he stepped aside and continued his walk towards the bathroom, seized for his toothbrush and without exchanging words started brushing his teeth. The peppermint smell of his toothpaste filling his little sister's nostrils just like any other day, but for some reason this time it smelled stronger just like his sweat. He had arrived from training an hour ago, Sasuke was in a baseball team for quite a few years now, Kumiko remembered well enough his first training, how she had cried when he had to leave. She tightened the towel around her wet body when he worked his way out of his clothes and walked into the shower. The relaxing sound of pouring water falling down on his naked body was enough for her to let her grip go on the towel. It dropped down on the floor and she hurried to her bedroom, put on some panties, a bra, a white pair of fluffy thick bunny-socks and her fresh white pyjamas. The bunny's plastic eyes watched her dreadfully as she turned on the stuffy old computer on her bedroom's desk. It was the only computer they could afford, it needed at least five minutes to start, but these days you couldn't live without a computer anymore. It was a necessity for school, university and work. She bit her lip when the first glimpse of background appeared on its screen: Kumiko and her brothers on the beach, Itachi clumsily helping his little sister building a sand-castle and Sasuke lying right underneath the pile of sand like he was supposed to be used as substructure for the castle. They were both wearing their Uchiha swimming-trunks while Kumiko was laughing at the camera with her flower-patterned yellow swimming-suit. They might be family, Kumiko didn't look a thing like her brothers. In fact she was the exact copy of her mother while they were copies of their mother. It had been their first and also last vacation, and that was a long time ago. Their second very expensive expenditure had been a second-hand violin and a pile of brand-new music sheet-books, for it was Kumiko's dream to once become a famous musician. Footsteps came from behind.

"What are you doing?"

"Homework."

"You need help?"

"I'm fine."

With this Sasuke turned around and started drying himself clean with the towel that had been wrapped around his waist. Usually Sasuke helped his sister out with her homework, Kumiko had a bad case of dyslexia and so language was a big problem for her. However this time she didn't want Sasuke to help, things had become too awkward between them, and Sasuke knew that this was the reason why she didn't want him to, so he shamelessly continued with whatever he was drying off. Kumiko was used to this, in this small family, silly things like privacy and shyness were unknown, they dressed and undressed when they felt like it, whether someone was in that room or not. Even now, when Kumiko would soon turn 15 she didn't bother, it was a habit she was used to, but this time she found it most disturbing, definitely because when she was looking at the computer a faint reflection of Sasuke's naked body was presented.

"What do you want for dinner?"

"Nothing in particularly."

She knew that he was only trying to make a decent conversation with her, and at the same time he knew she was lying, because if there was one thing Kumiko complained about every day it was dinner. It was another advantage of being family, knowing what his sister's favourite dish was. "Onigiri it is." She smiled lightly when he said that and left the room to start cooking. Homework could wait she decided, after all it was French and therefore needed Sasuke or Itachi's help, so she stumbled her way to the kitchen and asked her big brother if she could help with preparing food. After agreeing she could help and do her homework after dinner he handed over some fresh ingredients which she chopped up in pieces while he started cooking rice and dressing the table. They both sung along as one of their favourite songs from Sambomaster was playing on the primitive radio and she laughed when her brother performed a highly-ranked dance in the middle of the kitchen with a ladle as humble dance partner. The awkwardness from earlier had now disappeared, and when Itachi came home from work they all sat together at table having dinner as a family.

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I looove Kumiko, so yet I wrote another story about her and Sasuke. However in this story Kumiko's a lot different from The Perfect Vessel. She's a really happy girl who's very dependable of her brothers, far from strong enough to stand on her own feet and really, really naïve. In the next chapters you will be able to read more about Kumiko's other negative characteristics.

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