Hey everybody! This is going to be a fanfiction containing short stories about the Uchiha brothers during their childhood. There will be not uchihacest, just brotherly love. Hope you enjoy!

I do not own any characters, I just made up the story. :)

Sasuke was on his way home from the academy with a smile plastered on his face. It was not his day at school that put his spirits up but rather what waited for him at home: Itachi. His older brother was usually extremely busy with his responsibilities as anbu captain, but today was one of the days he did not have a mission to complete, and he promised to train with little Sasuke.

The youngest Uchiha member rushed through his front door and dropped his bag in the entryway before proceeded to remove his shoes.

"You seem to be in a good mood today," Mikoto noted as her youngest stood after successfully taking his shoes off, "did you have a good day at school?"

"It was okay," Sasuke replied as he darted to the stairs, "but I'm mostly happy because big brother promised to train with me!" Before Mikoto could manage another word, Sasuke vanished to the upper level of the house. He raced down the hall filled with excitement and pushed open Itachi's door.

The room was dark; the blinds were still closed and no artificial light was illuminating any part of the room. On the bed located on the opposite wall laid Itachi. He was perfectly still and said nothing as Sasuke advanced towards him.

"Itachi! Are you ready to go train?" Sasuke shouted with glee. Itachi slowly rolled over to face his little brother. When Sasuke caught sight of his face, he knew something was wrong. Itachi had dark rings under his eyes and his flesh was paler than Sasuke's.

"Sasuke, I'm not up to training right now..." He mumbled in a nasally voice.

Sasuke came closer to his brother, when he did so, Itachi stretched out his arm to jab his sibling in the forehead but only managed a weak tap. "Sorry, Sasuke. It'll have to be some other time."

"But big brother! You promised!" Sasuke protested.

"I know, but I'm sure you can see that I'm not feeling well. I think I have some sort of virus."

"But you never have time; it could be weeks before you get another chance to teach me!"

"I'm sorry but I can't help you until I get better... You should leave so you don't catch this from me." Itachi replied as he began to cough. He put his hand on his flushed face and moaned after his coughing spell ended. Sasuke's spirits fell rapidly as he realized Itachi wasn't going to budge from his bed.

As he began to walk towards the exit an idea popped into his head. "Hey, I can get you medicine and make you better! Then you can spend time with me!" He exclaimed.

"Viruses don't get better with medicine, Sasuke." Itachi informed him. The elder truly felt bad that his promise to develop Sasuke's skills had to be broken, but there was nothing he could do about it. Sasuke left his older brothers room feeling like his day had been ruined. He returned to the first level of the house and found his mother cooking dinner in the kitchen.

"Hey mom," Sasuke began, "can you make Itachi feel better?"

Mikoto looked over at her boy, "I wish I could, but this kind of thing just has to run its course."

"When will he be over it?" Sasuke inquired.

"That's hard to say for sure, Sasuke. I don't think it's too bad, though. He should be better in a few days."

As the two conversed, Fugaku returned to the dwelling. "Hello, father." Sasuke greeted the man. The clan leader barely acknowledged the salutation.

"Where is Itachi? I have an important matter to discuss with him."

"He's in bed." Mikoto answered.

"In bed at this hour?" Fugaku demanded.

"He's not feeling well; I believe he has a virus." She responded.

"He has no time to be sick! There is an extremely important situation I need to talk to him about."

"We'll that will have to wait," Mikoto said sternly. "besides, dinner is ready." She served the two that were present, but Itachi did not come down to eat since his stomach was not up to consuming anything. The three Uchiha members ate in silence, each pondering different thoughts. After dinner was over, Sasuke went to his room, which was located directly across the hall from Itachi's, and worked on his homework.

It took him a little while to complete his tasks, and after he was done, he decided to bathe and go to bed. As he started to drift off, Itachi started barking out atrocious coughs. It startled the younger into a fully conscious state. After the chokes from across the hall subsided, Sasuke started to slip into slumber again, only to be woken up by more raspy hacking. Nearly an hour of this went on before Sasuke got up and crossed the hall.

"Itachi," Sasuke whispered, "hey, get up!"

"What do you want?" The older brother choked. "You should be asleep."

"I would be if you weren't being so loud."

"I can't help it; you'll just have to deal with it." He managed to say before coughs shook his body again.

"Can't you go sleep downstairs?" Sasuke asked.

"If it's really that bad, you can go sleep downstairs. I'm not getting up."

Sasuke reached over to Itachi and tried to pull him from his bed. "Just go downstairs!" His attempt to pull the much larger male failed miserably. Instead of removing Itachi from his bed, Sasuke only managed to get in close enough range for his brother to cough right in his face. "You just coughed in my face!" Sasuke exclaimed as he jumped back.

"Serves you right for bothering the sickly." Itachi snickered before choking again.

Sasuke decided to return to his room. After another half hour of loud barks from Itachi, Sasuke finally managed to doze off.

Morning arrived to soon since the young Uchiha did not get enough rest. As he rose from his bed, he felt his throat burn. He alerted his mother of the pain; she took his temperature and instructed him to go back to bed. It seemed that Itachi did give him something, but it was not the lesson in shuriken jutsu he had wished for.