Chapter two. Still one hundred words. I'm drifting, slowly, from the Uchihas to a certain Inuzuka. But I still love them. I'm going to finish this fic.
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"Higher, Nii-san! Higher!" Eruptions tumbled from his throat messily and joyfully, the wind rushing past his ears. The elder complied, pushing with just a little bit more force, so that Otouto might reach the skies.
He did the opposite, his legs pulling under him as his fingers lost their grasp on the chains; gravity claimed him.
Two seconds, and he was picked from the ground.
"Where does it hurt?"
He winced, eyes scrunching with an upturned mouth.
"Everywhere."
Suddenly, lips grazed his brow, past the bridge of his nose, hovering over his own.
"All better?"
Ten and fifteen, respectively, then.
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Review, please.