One Week
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Chapter Seven: Saturday
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"Itachi? When did you get up?" his mother asked.
He
smiled sheepishly. "I've been up in bed since six."
She
laughed. "Well since you're ready, we might as well get going.
I'll go take a quick shower."
It was around nine when they
got to Shisui's house, and Ayako ushered them in with a gigantic
grin.
"He's loads better, though the fever hasn't broken yet," she reported cheerfully, serving her guests breakfast, "Doctor says lots of fluids and rest for today, and he'll be fine tomorrow. Well enough to go to the festival with you," she added kindly to Itachi.
The boy shook his head. "I'm grounded."
"Well," his mother said matter-of-factly, "If Shisui-kun does get better, you can spend some time at the festival tomorrow. I'll get going," she said to Shisui's mother, "Its about time my little one wakes up, and he'll want his okaa-san." The thought of Sasuke brought a smile to her lips.
Ayako showed her out and directed Itachi to Shisui's room. It was painted a regal purple, with orange stripes and lime green furniture. The bed was small, but Shisui's form in it was smaller still. His sallow skin had gone a ghastly grey, but this smile was strong as he waved Itachi to his side.
He perched on the edge of Shisui's bed, and tentatively reached out for his hand. The curly haired boy entwined his fingers with his, and Itachi was alarmed at how hot they were.
"I'm so sorry," he said, and began his story. With every word, every sentence he spoke, Shisui's smile slipped down a notch, until finally he had a very mournful expression on as Itachi finished.
"Itachi…we've only known each other for like, a week. But I feel like you're the most precious thing I have. If you like Izuki I'm not gonna hold it against you. You can't help it. Its not like you chose her to hurt me. If anything, its Izuki's fault—she's too perfect," Shisui said, his grin returning, "Anyway, I don't think this is bad news. What does make me mad is that you were stupid enough to think I'd get mad."
Itachi's lips curved upwards. "I'm sorry," he said sincerely. Shisui waved it away, using his right so that his left could stay in Itachi's.
"Stop apologizing. Hey—you think you can stay here today? I slept through all of yesterday, and I won't get any sleep today. You can entertain me!"
Itachi squeezed his hand. "I think I can."
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"Itachi's been an absolute doll," Ayako assured his mother, "Its no problem at all, we love having him around! Please let him stay, Shisui's so much happier with him!"
Itachi stood next to Ayako as she hung up the phone, on tenterhooks.
"You can stay sweetheart," she laughed.
"YESSSS!" the whoop of jubilation came from Shisui, who'd felt well enough to come rest on the sofa.
"But you two need to go to bed at a reasonable hour," his mother warned, "No staying up talking, if I hear you I'll put you two in different rooms!"
"Ossou, kaa-chan," Shisui smirked innocuously, a mischievous twinkle in the depths of his eyes.
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Itachi and Shisui were tucked in by the latter's parents, who kissed their son, and then his friend.
"Good night, pumpkins," his mother said, turning on the bed light and closing the door.
Shisui looked into his friend's eyes, which glowed a dim red in the dark.
"Turn off your sharingan," he ordered, and Itachi obliged. Shisui's grey black eyes were softer than he'd ever seen them.
"This is my first sleepover," he admitted. Itachi whispered, "Mine too."
They lay in the dark, gazing at each other, and talked. They talked about school, about their parents, the village, the new kung fu movie, their friends…anything and everything that came to mind. They whispered until they were hoarse, and then they just lay there, too excited to sleep. They weren't quite sure what it was—why their hearts were drumming away so happily, why their blood was singing as it gushed through their veins, why their eyes could not look away from the other…
…but they got the feeling that it was just the beginning of something amazing, something timeless and good.
"Itachi," Shisui said, his eyes finally dropping shut, his form curling up until his forehead was at the other boy's chin, "You're my best friend."
"You're my best friend too, Shisui," Itachi breathed into his hair, and his eyes closed as his lips smiled the widest smile they ever had.
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one last epilogue type chapter, and that's the end of this story…-sniff- I think this chapter was one of the cutest things I've ever written! –is really proud-