disclaimer: I do not own anything under copyright (read: Naruto characters).
dedication: for the readers.
A-Side Tracks: What happens when I watch Sherlock. ItaSasu!brotherhood, ItaSaku, Team Seven love

Sasuke yawned as he approached the office. He'd spent the night taking care of Naruto's daughter. The girl had a fever, so she wasn't allowed to stay at the hospital with her father as her mother recovered from her delivering his second child. Thankfully, she was more like Hinata than the dobe, settling into bed early. She'd still been sleeping when Naruto came by to pick her up.

Scratching his chin, Sasuke pushed the button and waited for Itachi to buzz him up. He seriously needed a shave. Sakura, the third of the musketeer trio, always joked that he looked like a demonic hitchhiker when he didn't and should look out for whackjobs wielding salt and Bibles.

"Oh, hey there, Sasuke-kun."

Speaking of the -

The Sasuke-kun in question's head jerked up and he stared at the speaker.

Sakura's voice slipped through the holes of the building's monitor with an electronic twang attached. "You always want me to spend more time with you."

"Yeah, but it's..." Sasuke checked his smartphone. "It's only five in the morning. You aren't even awake to see the sunrise in the winter. What are you doing here?"

She sounded sheepish as she yawned. "Would you believe me if I said this was the closest sleeping accommodation to the bar Pig and I went to?"

Positive that she was looking at the video feed Itachi had put outside of their apartment-meet-office, Sasuke stood on his tip-toes and peered into the hidden lens. "Does this look like a face that believes that?"

She sighed and buzzed him in. "Worth a shot. Don't bother Jiraiya-san, will you? He should be knocked out for a while longer."

"Sakura..."

Another sigh, a whoosh of air of static. "I promised I wouldn't hurt him, did I? Sedatives don't hurt people."

Sasuke closed the door and his eyes before heading upstairs. Thank kami his room was far, far away from Itachi's.

That afternoon, after Itachi finally slinked out of his room, Sasuke cornered him by the espresso machine. "You can't sleep with her, Aniki."

He didn't even bother playing dumb. "Don't worry, little brother," Itachi said casually, "it's a misnomer."

Sasuke blinked and then squinted at his brother's face. Itachi's mouth was tense, for some reason, the corners quivering like a plucked guitar string. "Huh?"

"Misnomer," Itachi repeated. "It means -."

Squashing the impulse to stomp his foot, Sasuke wrinkled his nose and scowled. "I know what a misnomer is! I'm not five again."

"Then you should understand."

"Understand what?"

And then the tension in Itachi's lips released, making Sasuke's hands grasp into fists on instinct only to release again. His older brother's smile curdled into a smirk with a flash of teeth at the end."That not much sleeping is getting done."

His face a shade of sickly green at his brother's helpful clarification, Sasuke couldn't stop himself - he stomped forward and shoved Itachi so that he bumped against the counter, punctuating his words. "NOT. HELPING."

B-Side Tracks: Drabble series? I think so, I think so.