Happiness
He didn't know when it started, but when he realised it, he felt uneasy.
The feeling of uneasiness grew day after day and the secret he couldn't tell became a burden that weighed him down. He became nervous, absent minded. His brother noticed. The young raven knew he worried his brother and felt even worse about it.
He hated when Itachi asked him one day if something was wrong. He just shrugged him off, saying there was nothing wrong. He didn't want his brother to worry. He wanted to tell him, but he was scared, near ashamed.
Sure it was Itachi, sure he was his brother and he wouldn't judge, but because of that reason he just couldn't say a word. He had a feeling he would let him down, disappoint him, and betray him.
A part of his mind told him that was nonsense, but the feelings were stronger and they silenced the rational mind.
Days passed and the situation stayed the same.
Itachi didn't push. He just waited to see if Sasuke would manage to deal it with himself – he had a feeling that was a matter he had to deal with himself first, and then talk to him if needed. Days passed, nothing changed.
Then that morning arrived.
He woke up without the heavy knot in his stomach, without the burden of his thoughts. He felt blissfully tranquil as he got ready to start his day. The mild shower did wonders for him. Somewhere between finishing his shower and getting out of the tub, he heard his brother call him down for breakfast.
Funny how one's own heart decides to betray the mind at the most unexpected moment.
Sasuke knew Itachi had meant nothing when he asked that question. It's just that Sasuke's heart seemed to think it was perfectly fine to collapse the whole system. The secret was out. Just like that.
When he saw Itachi wasn't sure how to react, he only felt worse. Great. Thanks heart.
The words spoken to him next didn't quite fit the menacing silence he expected. The comforting warmth of the hug he was pulled in didn't either. So when he finally registered that his brother was, in fact, relieved and happy about the matter, he was gone. Tears just made way down his cheeks, spilling without regard of his wishes.
The next few days were filled with turbulence and adjustments. Some didn't care, some found it weird, and some stopped talking with them, some congratulated and supported them.
But none of that mattered, not when he had Sai against a wall, silently gasping and moaning, blushing, with a light sheen of sweat covering them. Sai holds his hand around his neck and he kisses him sweetly before Sai's head falls back, mind thrown into oblivion.
He cares not for the rest of the world, as long as the ones who he cares about are happy.
And so is he.