A/N: This is a collection of minifics - drabbles where each part is just a one-shot with less than 1000 words based on a prompt. Each chapter is stand-alone. It was originally done as a drabble request on my tumblr. Mostly ItaSasu and SasuIta, but there will be Sasuke and other characters later on. Reviews are very much appreciated.

ItaSasu - things you said too quietly.

Sasuke woke up to the sound of birds and light hitting his face, and as he opened his eyes he realized someone had pulled the curtains apart. The spot next to him in the bed was empty, and as he rose to grab his clothes, he noticed that someone had emptied Itachi's drawers.

He poked his head out in the hallway. "Nii-san?"

The sound of the tea kettle whistling and light scrambling brought him to the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" It wasn't unusual to see Itachi in his ANBU uniform; since their parents' death he had been taking on more missions than before. But the missing clothes… it could only mean one thing.

"Good morning, Sasuke." Everything seemed like usual; Itachi's hair was still damp from a bath, tied in its usual loose ponytail, his katana and weapon pouches lying on a side table.

"I have to fulfill an important mission; I got the news early this morning. I will be back in a few days." He smiled. "Don't worry, it will be quick."

Sasuke looked suspiciously at him. "A-rank again?"

"Yes." Itachi started pouring tea to them both.

"Can I come?" Sasuke tensed up as he spilled the question, impatient. He was soon thirteen years old, not a child anymore. When Itachi was in his age, he had already completed B-ranked missions. But Sasuke had to sit around with his teammates and do absolutely boring and ridiculous stuff, such as capturing wild animals or guarding old men.

"No. You're not experienced enough, Otouto." Itachi's voice was matter-of-fact, final. It aggravated Sasuke.

"You always say that! When's my turn to prove what I can do? Stop treating me like a child! I am stronger than you think!"

Itachi put his cup down on the table in a slow motion. Sasuke stared dumbfounded at him and felt his annoyance grow. "Listen to me!"

The air was knocked out of his lungs a second later, he found his back pressed into the rough wooden surface of the wall panel, and he was stuck in a vice hold between his brother and the wall. He felt his eyes widen in shock as he gazed upon the red, flaring eyes of his brother.

"What the -"

"Foolish little brother…" Itachi's hand suddenly grabbed his wrist; his thumb rubbing soothing circles over the back of his hand. Sasuke tried to move his arm but found it locked in his brother's grip. The elder's voice was very low, smooth and dangerous.

"You don't realize how… breakable you are. How easy it would be for someone to snap your bones with a flick of their hand."

Sasuke felt his heart race. Nii-san was his only safety in this world. His Nii-san would never, ever harm him. The fear and confusion must have been visible on his face, because Itachi leaned closer and nuzzled his neck.

"You are too soft and fragile. It would be so easy for someone to hurt you." His voice grew even quieter, almost inaudible. "Do you think I could live with that, Otouto?"

Sasuke froze as his brother's words started to sink in. His face burned with embarrassment and anger. Itachi thought he was weak.

The elder's bangs hit his face as he gently pressed closer. Sasuke felt himself get aroused at the closeness between their bodies, but remained still.

Itachi's voice continued, smooth and low. "Your eyes are so wide and trusting, open for any genjutsu… it would only take a glance." Sasuke felt the warmth in his groin intensify as his heart beat painfully fast. "How could you possibly defend yourself?"

He closed his eyes as Itachi's lips touched his neck, slowly moving upwards to the side of his face, his earlobe, his temple. "If you want to be able to come with me on missions… if you want me to let you go away on anything else than C-ranked missions… you must get stronger, Sasuke. You must know how to defend yourself."

He whispered something else then, but the younger couldn't possibly comprehend it as Itachi's lips touched his own, connecting them in a deep kiss. He moaned and found the pressure on his body suddenly lessen.

Sasuke stared confusedly at the teacup on the table in front of him. Itachi's Sharingan slowly faded and his face was smooth, expressionless. "I'll leave now." His next words were too quiet; Sasuke wished he would have raised his voice for once.

"Take care, Otouto."