Okies, weird stuff. I know the last chappie didn't make any sense, or any sense to you guys probably. Well, anyways, someone left a review that scared me. . .you know who you are, did you like it??? Are you mad at me??? –sob- don't hate me!!!!!! And would you people just leave my Sasuke alone?! Is it that terrible to the world that I KNOW that I'm writing out of character? OMG! It cannot be!!!! No! nononononononono!! Well, YES! Don't complain. Be happy I wrote it in the first place. Geez.

Disclaimer: Its not mine, and I do wonder what I would do with it.

Itachi found himself running his hand through the small boy's hair, gently, and it struck him. . .he should have killed him. . .this boy was his weakness. . .he had broken away the mask that he so strongly wore. No. . . .Sasuke hadn't broken it. . .he had. . .he had allowed himself to forgive and touch Sasuke with a caring feeling. Maybe if he had killed him, he wouldn't have this problem. No guilt would have started to settle, no chance for this to build up, why did he allow himself to do this? How could he?! No. This ended now. He refused to move on. There was no way that he would give up now. Suddenly he didn't care if Sasuke didn't kill him. He didn't care. . . .not at all.

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Sasuke shifted gently against his brother, having woken slightly, he leaned into his neck and felt something slowly find its way down his cheek. It trickled down and slipped off his face and landed lightly onto Itachi's neck. He felt Itachi tense, as if something had burned him. He tried to pull away, only to find strong arms keeping him in place. That small droplet was unexpectly joined by another. . .then another and then two. Sasuke shifted his hand to his face and noticed something. . . . .very familiar to him, glistening on his hand. . .and it wasn't any kind of tear. . . . ..tears aren't red.

"Nii-san. . . ." Sasuke tried to look into the older man's eyes, "Nii-san. . .? Nii-san what's wrong? What are you doing?" Itachi held him firmly against his neck, stroking his hair, trying to keep him calm, and quiet. "Nii-san. . . ." Sasuke pulled against the arm, and found his brothers eyes, he knew that the blood. . .the blood wasn't his.

"Shhhhh. . . . ." Itachi lay him back into his neck and stroked his hair, "Shhhhh. . . .I'm very busy otouto-chan. . ."

"Why are you- What are you- ? Nii-san! Nii-san. . ." he felt Itachi's body quaking, he had to do something! What to do? Wait. . .what was he doing!? He'd wanted to kill this man for four YEARS!! Why did he not want him to die now?! Because. . . .he was . . .Nii-san?

Sasuke gently pulled his arm out of the iron grip and placed his hand on Itachi's, then pulled the knife from Itachi's hand and slipped it back into Itachi's arms with him while pulling his arm back into the grip. Then gently slit the center of his hand, winced, then let a few droplets of blood fall onto Itachi's neck.

"Nii-san. . ." he whispered, and felt the delicate droplets sliding down his face, "Nii-san, don't hurt yourself. . .Nii-san. . .I love you!"

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Itachi felt his arms weaken as the boy began sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder. Then only things he could really understand was "Nii-san" and "sorry" and "please". What was he apologizing for? He had nothing to cry about! He didn't have to be sorry! Why? Was there any good reason? He tightened his arms and stroked Sasuke's hair again, and watched as blood slipped off of his hand, and blended with something else. . .something clear, that he hadn't seen in years, something he had almost forgotten about. And soon he found himself clutching the little boy that he held so close, and suddenly remembering why he hadn't killed him. . .the real reason. . .why he had left him alive.

Who could kill their most precious person?

On a higher note, Kisame's luck

Kisame lifted up the couch, sending a very miffed Deidara to the floor, and earning a hiss(?) from the Sasori who had recently left his room after Deidara coaxed him out the way you would coax a cat out from behind the couch.

"Where's Itachi-san!? Maybe he's got him! I swear I'll kill you Sasori! We're going drag your hide into a preschool and force you to play with the little kids!"

"I'll tell you this, I don't have a hide! This is bone, moron."

"I DON'T CARE WHAT IT IS!!! IT'LL BE ON THE WALL IF YOU DO THAT AGAIN!!!"

Another hiss was earned and Sasori darted off back into his sanctuary. Kisame received another death glare, seeing as he couldn't get much more miffed, Deidara went into the next phase of 'hate'. He stormed off back to his room as well. Kisame sighed. As if he didn't have enough enemies. Oh, well. Enemies or getting killed by an anxiety-ruined teacher?. . . .He liked enemies actually. . .they're a lot easier to annihilate. Sighing, his started up to Itachi and his room, just in time to hear a slight thump. Followed by another and then a string of them. . . . .

From the door.

Kakashi found himself just staring at the door, what if Sasuke was dead? What if they converted him? Could they have hurt him more? Did he really want to know? Again, he knocked. He had heard several pairs of feet scurry off just before knocking. And he vaguely wonder what happened. . .

"!" He jumped back off the stairs and slowly opened the door with a slight 'click'. Only one eye stared back at him, with a Konoha headband right next to it.

". . . I take it you want your student." He received a slow nod. "Well, there's something a bit complicated about that. He watched the man stiffen, and also noticed a look of hate (not to be confused with Sasori's death glare) slowly forming under the mask and behind the headband.

"Well? What happened?" Kakashi kept his voice low, and forced his body to stay calm. He should never have trusted them! He shouldn't even have thought that he could trust them! He hated himself for being so stupid. He should have thought it through more thoroughly! Again, someone was suffering from his mistakes, an Uchiha no less!

"He's with Itachi. . ." How comforting, Kisame sighed, of course, he was Itachi's brother, he wouldn't let anyone touch him, even if he did want to kill him. Possessive freak. Why did he always get stuck with the weird ones?

"Where's He then?" More like a command than a question.

"You know what, be happy. He's not dead. Itachi's in our room. I'll drag him out, you sit and shut up for a bit. Why must this world be so freakin' temperamental? I'll be right back, Snowball."

Snowball?!?! Kakashi stared at Kisame's back, he was going to die. No one called him. . .Snowball. . . .much less anything else.

Itachi lifted Sasuke eye-level, out of his neck. He gently wiped the tears mixed with blood off the small boy's face. Hardly noticing his own blood and tears mixed together with them.

"Shhh. . . .it's okay. . .it's okay Sasuke, shhhhh. You have nothing to be sorry about. It's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's mine, and father's. Not your's. Don't blame yourself for something you couldn't help. I was angry, stressed, I couldn't see how it'd affect you. But that's gone now, it's gone okay? . . . .. . . .it's going to be alright, because Nii-san will be there with you. . ."

"But I should have been able to stop you! I should have done something! I should have been there. . .I should have. . .should have. . .Nii-san. . . .you're crying. . .I don't understand. . .why're you crying? You could. . .you could kill me. . .any time. . .why haven't you? Why didn't you? I. . .I don't understand. . .Please, don't cry Onii-san."

"I'm not crying, Sasuke." He smiled, a weak smile but a smile, "I could never kill you, you're the most important person in my life. And it's my fault for not realizing that sooner." He gently pushed back the ebony bangs, and kissed his forehead. "I should have known, you were so innocent, you had nothing to do with it. I'm glad I realized before I did kill you. However, we do have a problem You have no goal, and I have no purpose. And I think it's quite a problem, if you understand."

"We don't need them, Onii-san."

The door cracked open, and a stream of light poured in, both brothers turned.

Kakashi glared at the rug where he knew something was. . .it wasn't right. .he knew it. . .it wasn't right. He looked up, where he saw Kisame forcing open a door that had been locked. He shifted through his bags and found several knives, hiding them, between his fingers, in his pockets. . .he knew that he'd need them. . . .

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Okies. It's up. No complaining this time, or at least about how OOC Sasuke is, or Itachi too in this case. Anything else feel free. It took forever to get this one up, so don't go expectin' anything too soon! I don wanna get your hopes up.

Oh. . .and please. . .what's the word I'm lookin' for? Oh! I remember!

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