A/N: Sorry :o
Hiro was twenty five when his father passed, or technically was murdered. Though he was the only one to know that.
He hadn't seen Itachi in days.
Hiro was standing before the Hokage, Kunie on one side, and Hyosuke on the other side, the Hokage had requested their presence. He seemed hesitant, almost sad, as he slowly reached across the desk, and placed a scroll in Kunie's outstretched hand, and she looked up at him, from the scroll, and the look of horror on her face seemed to tell her brother, Hyosuke that something was wrong, slowly he went to her side and looked at the scroll.
He read the words scribbled on the scroll, and his sister gave a keening cry, as he knees buckled and she dropped the scroll, covering her face with both of her hands she began to sob. Hyosuke knelt next to her slowly, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulder.
Hiro looked at them blankly, as if he didn't understand this display. "I'm sorry, Hiro." Sandaime's voice drew his attention, and he looked to the two scrolls the older man had placed in front of him, one addressed to him, and the other to Hyosuke. "Your father he..." Sandaime sighed, "He's been murdered."
Hiro scowled, thinking the words over slowly. "He was a good shinobi." Hiro said suddenly, before turning and leaving the room. As a jounin the information the Sandaime wished to tell his younger brother, wouldn't concern him.
Hiro was standing in his bedroom, it had been three days since he'd been in the Hokages office to receive the news that his father was dead. His scroll lay on his desk still unopened. He hadn't seen Hyosuke in three days, though Kunie had moved in with Hiro, and brought their brothers things along, Hiro didn't feel as if his brother were part of his household.
Hiro was watching Kakashi and Gai down in the street when he heard Kunie in the kitchen, weeping, and speaking. Hyosuke, he decided, must be home.
Hiro entered the kitchen as Kunie rushed out past him, Hiro got a glass of water as Hyosuke removed his armour, they could see the laundry room from here, and Hyosuke frowned before heaving a sigh, "I do the laundry." he said softly, and Hiro looked at him slowly, as if noticing him for the first time.
"Where have you been? You missed Fathers funeral." Soshi's voice was monotone, Hyosuke noticed.
"I was sent after Uchiha Itachi." Hyosuke said softly, and Hiro looked startled, much to his brothers surprise.
"Sent after him? Why? Is he alright?"
Hyosuke furrowed his brow, wondering if his brother had even left the house since his fathers funeral. "He murdered his clan, Hiroki. He's a missing nin." his voice was soft, but his words were heavy.
The glass slipped from Hiro's hand and hit the floor, shattering. Neither of them spoke.
Hiro turned and left the kitchen, Hyosuke went to the laundry room.
Hiro was on his knees, his hands holding the edge of his desk so tight his knuckles were white. He was trembling, and struggling to take a breath.
He needed to scream. He needed to cry.
He could hear his voice reverberating off of the walls, and there was a pain in the back of his head, an almost pressure, that made this all unbearable.
He couldn't scream. He couldn't cry.
Hiro lurched forward, bile rising in his throat, and pouring out his lips. He felt it rolling down his chin, and his throat burned.
"Itachi." he whispered, closing his burning eyes, "I need you."
Hiro dragged a hand down from the edge of the desk slowly, and wiped his mouth, a small whimper escaped his throat and Hiro shivered.
He felt like he was going to die.
Hiro had gone into his room, to do whatever it was he needed to do, and Hyosuke went to Kunie's room, and while gathering her dirty clothes he listened to her frantic whispers, accusing their older, slightly eccentric brother of murdering their father.
Despite the fact that she had no reason to think such a thing, he agreed to help her look into it. He went to the laundry room and began sorting the clothes. Much to his surprise he found another ANBU suit there. It seemed to be Hiro's size, which surprised Hyosuke as his older brother had quit ANBU nearly nine months prior.
Shaking the suit out Hyosuke flinched when something flipped off of the suit, and hit the wall, bouncing off it rolled into the corner and sat there until Hyosuke had turned the machine on. Going to the corner he knelt and slowly, carefully picked a ring up.
His chest constricted, and the emotions he'd been ignoring seemed to all surge through him at the sight of the blood covered ring.
That was his fathers dragon ring.
Kunie came into the hall and saw him holding it, they looked at each other, and he saw a fire in her eyes he'd never seen before.
Suddenly they both realized, everything about their brother was about to be scrutinized by them.
A/N: Thank you Tecnis! For the awesome review! I'm glad you enjoyed Hiro :D. I plan on updating quite a bit about him, so enjoy it?
I'm thinking of writing a fanfiction, a real one, not a little snippit one like this, about Hiro, but... I-I dunno if I should ;A;.
