Hey *does a jigg* I updated pretty damn fast -which is highly unusual for me- anyway this update is for Sam *sorry, can't remember your username hehehe* I figure -it's written, might as well put it up- Anyway, hope you enjoy it enough to review?? Maybe?
Oh yeah, and ah here's something I -conveniently- forgot to put in
DISCLAIMER: I have no doubt in my mind that if Kishimoto-sensei were to just hear me out th- Daemon: Becka, we've been through this ... Kishimoto ain't never giving you Naruto, accept it- Okay, fine so maybe I'll never have Naruto, don't mean I can't write fics bout him and Sasuke *does another jigg*
ENJOY!!
HEY TEME! ………………………………............................................ 23-07-09
Missin' my 'big mouth' huh? :o) Well you can have it;
allz ya gotta do -it's simple so you should get it, easy- is … BUY ME A TICKET!!
It's not fair that you're in venice without me. I wanna come too.
And it's okay Teme; you hardly say anything to my face, I never really expected you to actually write anything.
I just wanted to hear from you.
Yeah, so uh. Oh guess who asked me out??!!??
… guessed yet? - no? … well I'm not telling you. You have to write me back if you want to know
Bye -
your Dobe.
P.S Miss you too
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Three days passed and there was no reply from Sasuke. After reading Naruto's letter he had blushed, growled … thrown one hell of an Uchiha death-glare at it. Sighed; yelled, gone a sickly pale and then he'd torn the letter to pieces. In that order. But what really pissed him off most though was what came next.
"Sasuke?" Ahhh the sickening voice of 'brotherly curiosity' chiming loudly through Sasuke's room. 'What's with the mess little-man? You tryin' to get a … Naruto-theme goin' on?" Itachi chuckled at his little jest and started - started, to walk away. Until, of course, he caught a few words from 'the mess' and realised that it was a letter.
He'd only paused for a moment but, that's all Itachi needed to figure who the letter was from. "Awwwww, that's so cute. The dobe misses you." Itachi sounded genuinely touched by the sentiment and that sickened Sasuke more than he thought it would.
"-huh, Sa-Sasuke," The older Uchiha almost couldn't breathe he was giggled so much. But after a while, something registered in his muddled mind.
"-this is so kawaii, you're writing him? Awww, my little otou-. Sasuke?"
Sasuke's head snapped up at his brothers' change of tone. He couldn't help it. His big brother sounded far too much like their dad sometimes.
"Aniki?" Sasuke tried to put on an innocent front; which was mostly true seeing as how he had no idead what he'd done wrong.
"Why is there a letter. From Naruto," Sasuke could see where this was going, and he didn't like it. "… shredded into tiny pieces. And scattered across the floor?" The shrewed expression thrown at him was not the Uchiha death-glare Sasuke had come to master. No, this look shocked him far more than a simple death-glare. Itachi was disappointed. Disappointed! Itachi!
But, in light of the question asked Sasuke paled visibly which was something for someone as white as he was.
"That's none of your business Itachi. If I wanna rip something up then I damn-well will!"
Itachi stopped his mouth - which was just about to thoroughly rebuke his little otou-to and turned instead, taking in whatever words his eyes could from the ripped letter.
His eyes landed on the date, '3 days ago? Hn,' and then they landed on the last sentence. 'Someone asked out -' … "Naruto?"
"GET OUT!!"
A blur of red-tinted black was all that indicated Itachi's departure.
Sasuke wondered over to the pieces of Naruto's letter, glancing at the few pieces that littered his floor …
'Naruto's got a date?'