It's so strange, the way you cry.
I hear you, in the mornings after I visit you. You start out breathily, holding it in, but it doesn't taek long for the sobs to overtake you. Your sounds are muffled, so our "father" won't hear you. After all, crying is a sign of weakness, and weakness is intolerable.
If he only knew.
You try to hide it, but you're not very good at it. Especially with me. Don't you know you can't hide these things from me? I know you, my brother, better than anyone.
You cry because of me. But why? I could never hurt one I love so much. And if I do, it's nothing you don't want.
After all, you never say a word. Well, almost. My name is the sole exception, you say it like a mantra over and over again.
But then it's over. And then the morning comes, and I leave, and you cry.
I still don't understand it. I love you, and I can say with a measure of certainty that you love me as well. So why do you always cry? It's not because I leave you with the sunrise, and I'm very much sure that you enjoy every one of our activities; the mess on my stomach is proof of that.
So why, then? Why do you cry, and why do I feel like doing the same?
Can you tell me that, Itachi?
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Geez, two fics in one day? I must be on some kind of SasuIta kick right now. I blame Adam, because he's the one who encourages me to embace crack. I suppose this can be considered a companion to "Brotherhood," if you've read it, but I don't make Sasuke out to be such a bastard in this one.