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REPRIEVEEVEIRPER

Chapter Three: Single Line Break…?

EVEIRPERREPRIEVE

"Hn. That should do it."

Pleased with himself, he allowed his tired eyes to close for a while and a yawn to escape him. He couldn't help but feel a slight tug of annoyance at himself for his childish behavior. He was Uchiha Sasuke, for Pete's sake! He didn't do petty vengeance for such things like a flaming review. He was more dignified. Or so he thought before, for apparently, he was still a bratty Uchiha for having told the other author to fuck off. Childish –even as a teenager, he still was childish.

"Man, I'm pooped!"

Not to mention, tired. It was nearing midnight, and he knew his brother would be leaving for his night shift soon.

He sighed softly, reclining in his soft, plush chair. He breathed in the air, the smell of vanilla relaxing him instantly. He had half the mind to open his eyes to shut his PC off, as he felt sleep calling out to him. It was only a matter minutes before his tired body succumbed to the call of deep slumber. Though he was only reclined on a chair, he felt pure bliss and comfort. It had been quite a while since he last felt this relaxed. Half an hour passed, and he was still asleep. It seemed that his body wanted to completely refresh itself, for who knows how long his body was put under tension and stress. It was about three hours after his eyes closed when an older Uchiha walked into the room. It was his brother, Itachi.

He padded silently towards his little brother's sleeping form, his eyes noting how peaceful his brother looked like. He allowed his eyes to soften with brotherly affection, and the ends of his lips to quirk upwards into the barely noticeable traces of a smile. In his hand, he held a blanket, which he draped over his little brother. His smile grew more evident when Sasuke cuddled into the warmth provided by the soft fleece. His brother, though mature and unflawed in almost every way, will always remain to be his cute, little baby brother. How he missed those days when Sasuke thought about nothing but his big brother, calling him 'Ita-nii' and asking his beloved elder to play ball with him. He missed his little brother's big, sweet eyes as they watered up as he pouted, giving Itachi his best rendition of the puppy eyes. He missed so many things, but he did not regret how Sasuke turned out to be. Yes, Sasuke might have grown cold over the years, but that was understandable. He was a teenager now, and Itachi remembers quite clearly that he had been the same as Sasuke ─detached and a bit rude, a bit emotional, and moody like their mother on occasion. He let out a puff of breath, running a hand through Sasuke raven hair, tangling it up a bit just for his amusement. He was barely restraining himself from outright ruffling his brother's hair.

A sudden beep halted his hand. He looked at his watch; the source of the beeping. It was time for him to leave for work. He reset his alarm, and was about to leave when Sasuke's hand gripped his wrist, and wished him a safe trip to work. Itachi's free hand came up and rested atop Sasuke's own, patting it lightly.

"I will. Sleep well, little brother."

His only reply was a soft snore, and Sasuke's hand left his wrist to settle beside his ruffled hair.

The one named after the weasel was a few steps away from the door, when his brother's groggy voice drifted, "Cook spaghetti. 'm hungry…" and the soft snoring continued.

"Will do."

And with that, he turned the lights off, shut Sasuke's door, and left the house.

-o-

It was sometime after Itachi left when he was starting to wake up. It was warm and comfy, and he was slightly reluctant to leave whatever it was that gave him pure and utter bliss. He decided to ignore the need to wake up, but it was not meant to be. A harsh buzzing sound roused him fully awake.

Somebody was at the freakin' door, at this godforsaken hour.

It wasn't his brother, he knew; for if it had been Itachi, he would have just used his keys instead of using yet another infernal contraption known as the doorbell.

Muttering swear words to himself, and cursing whoever it was at his front door thirty times over, he got up. He made his way to the door slowly, just wanting to annoy whomever it was that dared to disturb his rest. He got more pissed when the person on the other side of the door buzzed again. He was just a few paces away when the buzzing became incessant, and Sasuke finally snapped.

"I'M ON MY FUCKING WAY TO THE FUCKING DOOR! WILL YOU FUCKING STOP THAT, YOU FU—"

The words died on his lips when he opened the door to be greeted by his one-eyed class adviser.

"Kakashi-sensei."

The hell is his teacher doing here? It was five in the morning! A sane teacher would have visited their student's house sometime in the afternoon, and should have even scheduled that meeting. He sure didn't remember having agreed to have this kind of appointment, at this ungodly hour. Then again, his teacher was anything but sane.

"Uchiha Sasuke-kun. What a nice choice of words. I never knew you had such a colorful way of greeting visitors."

His dear sensei even had the audacity to curve his single eye upward, into an upturned 'U'. He could feel redness spreading through the pale skin on his chest, making its way to his neck. Damn it. Uchiha's weren't supposed to get flustered, no matter how embarrassed they might have been. Right then, he had the sudden longing to hold Kakashi-sensei's neck between his hands, and maybe strangle the life out of his highly unorthodox teacher.

"Would you let me in? As lovely as it may be to just stand here in your lovely front yard, and be in tune with nature, I don't think it would be the appropriate setting for our chat."

Feeling another headache coming on, he stepped back and allowed the white-haired spawn of the devil to grace his living room with its much unwanted presence.

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AN: I'm a walking eggplant. Purply Veggie Sweeeeet.

Disclaimer: I don't not own nuthin'!