Ni: 秘密
Every moment after such an encounter had led to only awkwardness and slight tension between Sasuke and his older sibling. Its final second lasted while both males were seated upon their knees feasting breakfast for the morning. The tall one gazed down numbly towards his food without even lifting his fork; lids lowered halfway over each hue. Perfectly brushed and, this time not bound by a ponytail, his hair hung into his milky face. One hand slipped shakily, wrapped in a set of medical bandages, for his glass of water (not orange juice this time, he decided, because it would sometimes upset his stomach after training).
"Taiyou, neee!" Otouto cried gaily, glancing out the window. Always so full of smiles and just a small – simple crave for affection, the child wriggled in his seat as if refusing deliberately to listen to his mother's soothing words of calm. Their "father" was not home again after last night. As always, he was gone on a mission… perhaps S-class this time because the night earlier, Itachi overheard his serious tone while he spoke to Mikoto. Neither of them quite missed him too much at times like these. The female moved over her youngest, palm slipping to his head and laughing softly.
"You're hyper this time of morning, Sasuke-kun. What's got you happy?"
"Araaa, kotonashi 'kaasan! 'Cept… I can't wait until the week starts up again! I want to bring Oniisan for show-and-tell Monday, can I onegai? Onegai 'kaasan!?"
Itachi stared at no place in particular. Because of his lack of attentiveness, there was a pause – before the subject was moved to something a bit more exciting for the family. Rokugatsu (June), in the Uchiha Clan's Estate, meant that they would be traveling to the Summer Home. No one dared to question Itachi in this instance, although for once his mother had become assertive and said clearly—it caught his attention, and he left the room at the words—he felt as if he would puke, and even when he'd just stood and
L e f t
They didn't care.
"You'll be sharing a room with your father, Itachi. He requested it. Won't that be nice?"
He remembered two weeks ago.
At those words—those words—
He shut himself within his room, locked the door.
The Exacto-Knife felt better when it pierced the underside of his wrist.
The floor sucked him into darkness itself, and dizzily, dazedly… the ceiling collapsed upon him until he could not feel anything—no, numb—anymore.
Blood pricked and dripped to the tile floor.
As always
It felt
Just
Euphoric.