Warnings: Same as chapter 1


Chapter 3: Doubts


"Why?"

Sasuke knew that his questions wouldn't receive a complete answer. There were so many things that sole word asked, and he didn't know how much, or what he wanted to know exactly, just why. However, he still persisted. The boy needed to know, wanted to know. He couldn't – didn't – know what to do if there was no answer.

For the next two days, Sasuke didn't eat.

But, as the food sat beside him, steam and aroma embedding into his nose, taunting his mind and stomach, the child finally gave in. He picked up the set of ceramic tableware, placing the bowl in one hand, the other holding the long spoon. The spoon was separated from the bowl, a thin strip of meat floating in it and some vegetables sunk to the bottom, level surface of the spoon. Sasuke opened his mouth and placed the food into his food, briefly chewing before he swallowed.

Would He poison me? The thought came too late as the flavoured water and solids traveled down his throat. His first reaction was to drop the food, but his body wouldn't do it. His small body desired the food so much that Sasuke was sitting there, frozen stiff in the midst of placing his spoon back into the bowl. A slightly gruff laughter that was not his elder brother's echoed within their clearing.

"Seems like your otouto believes you've poisoned the food Itachi."

The spoon dropped, straight into the bowl with a loud clank of ceramics hitting one another, the sound deformed from the liquid. It was just after His name was uttered.

"…"

Sasuke picked up on the lack of conversation from his brother, but he managed to say something, "Why..."