Itachi was in front of his brother in seconds, arms spread to protect him, "He doesn't know what he's talking about. He-" The boy began to frantically defend his brother. What was Sasuke thinking?! He wondered.
Sasuke glared at his brother's form, willing that stoic shadow to step aside.
The men rolled their eyes while one stepped forward, leaning into Itachi, "Getting your brother to take the blame for you? Your little brother...how lowly."
With that, he hawked up what little phlegm he could, and spat it at Itachi's face. Itachi refused to cringe, despite the fowl smell that arose to his nostrils, and that cold liquid spiraling into the crevices of his mouth before he wiped the saliva away with a sleeve.
Sasuke huffed in displeasure, overcome with fury. His eyes hazed over in hatred, a putrid disgust for these men. How DARE they assume that Itachi would do something like that...how DARE they assume that Sasuke wasn't capable of such a feat. More importantly..how dare they DEFILE his God with their saliva?!
Another held back a snicker, and leaned in towards Sasuke, "Hn..as if someone like you could defeat Shisui anyway..." He let out a small chuckle, but was interrupted, as Sasuke could no longer give in to these horrid men.
" Why don't we prove that theory?" Sasuke challenged, and Itachi whirled around to face his brother, hoping that his worried glance would knock some sense into the younger boy, but before he could turn, Sasuke had darted forward.
The others turned, to find their teammate steadily falling to the floor, Sasuke standing behind him, Uchiha symbol facing them with an upturned kunai in his right hand.
That kunai...was covered in blood. And it became apparent, from the gruesome gash in the man's throat as he toppled- that he was dead.
Itachi felt his blood itself tremble. Sasuke...this wasn't Sasuke, but...it was still his brother. It was his duty to protect that boy, and judging from the expressions beside him, his Otouto wasn't about to get enough time to run.
Sasuke caught one breath, and turned as fast as he hand left, heading strait for the abdomen of the man whom had spat on his beloved.
There was a blur of blindness before the man had been informed of the boy's presence.
However, by that time, a familiar face held a firm grip on the struggling boy.
Fugaku held his arms around Sasuke, hands wrapped around outstretched arms.
The elder Uchiha allowed himself a moment of emotion as he ran over, " Sasuke!" He screamed.
The man stared into Sasuke's eyes...pools of hatred. Portals of darkness that he had yet to ever see before. He stumbled back into the awaiting arms of his remaining teammate, shivering in fear, as he pointed, "He...arrest him!" He yelled.
Fugaku grit his teeth, "Sasuke!" He grunted, and finally, Sasuke settled in his arms, letting his head fall enough that his hair obscured his face.
"Hai Oto-san."
Itachi whimpered a little, rushing to Sasuke as fgaku loosened his hold. He wrapped his arms around the boy, and pulled him in, ripping him from his fathers arms, " Sasuke...Sasuke..."
The younger allowed himself a smile, hidden in the folds of Itachi's chest, surrounded by that rapidly beating heartbeat that he so adored. Oh, Itachi.
Fugaku swallowed hard, and took Sasuke from him, " Sasuke...Did you kill Shisui?"
Sasuke
stared up at him, "Yes, Yes I did."
" Sasu-"
Fugaku shut his on up with a simple glance, and looked back to his younger son, "Then I have to arrest you...whether you are my son or not."
Sasuke held out his hands, "That's what you want me to do, right daddy?" He smiled, cocking his head to the side with innocence.
It broke Fugaku's heart to have to do this. Sasuke was his son, it angered him that the boy would go against his own family, yet he tasted a delicious sensation of pride at the prospect of his youngest son, already capable of defeating an ANBU.
Still, it was his duty to arrest murderers, and so he flipped out a pair of hand cuffs, snapping them around Sasuke's wrists.
It occurred to him as he snapped them shut, they they may be too small, and indeed they were. The metal teeth looked to fall off the boy's slender wrists with little to no difficulty whatsoever.
Rather than adhere to incompetence, he reached into his pocket, taking out a zip tie and turning Sasuke around, tying his wrists tightly together.
" You're going to hurt him! Father...it.it was me! I...I used the Inozuka jutsu, I did it, arrest me!"
Fugaku looked up and considered this a moment. It was possible.
The man had regained his composure, "He admitted to it! Arrest him too then!"
"NO!" Sasuke screamed, and they jumped unexpecting of the urgent voice. "I am the only one responsible for-"
"Sasuke! Stop admitting to things that you didn't-"
Saske ground his teeth. Why couldn't they accept that he did it?! He didn't enjoy killing, though...Shisui's death was slightly different.
He had only killed that man to prove himself, to avoid Itachi's arrest.
So...If he needed to prove himself again, for the sake of his love, he would do so.
The second his father blinked, he spiraled out of view, darting to the abandoned kunai, scooping it with his teeth as he raked the blade across the spitter's chest.
Fugaku looked up too late, and what he saw only deceived him further.
Sasuke let the kunai drop, clatter, if you will- to the ground.
Satisfied, he took a step back to admire his work, only to find another body beside his victim's corpse.
No...He thought, and looked up at Itachi.
Itachi let the euphoria wash over him as the body crumpled to the floor. It was true that he had killed many in his lifetime, but never had the blood stung so much. Still, the elder turned to Fugaku, gazing up in determination, "Arrest us both."
The patriarch let his jaw hang loosely in shock. Perhaps he shouldn't have let Mikoto stray from the house for errands...