How was he going to tell him. Maybe he could make a joke and sneak his thoughts on the subject. Wait, why am I even bothering to come up with response. Itachi was far more drunk than he thought he would be. They were parked outside a gas station. They were on their way to the hospital until Itachi got in the "mood". The drunken man leaned in and let out a sigh. This isn't right, not the time. The drunk man sunk his face into the neck of the man next to him, and let out a giggle. Oh god, what do I do now? A hand ran along his leg until it reached his belt area. Another bigger hand quickly slapped the hand away.
"Itachi, get a hold of yourself."
"But Kis, I want you." A drunken response
"No-o you don't. You are just drunk."
"Please. Is not like we haven't fooled around before." Kisame's face turned red. "Do you remember last spring break? We went to beach and got a room with only one bed. I know you were watching me change. That's why I putted on a little show."
"Itachi, this is different. And plus we have to go see your brother." Kisame knew that he should have not stopped for gas, he should have gone straight for the hospital. Not that he wanted Sasuke to see his brother a broken mess but…
"I can't s-see him like this," Itachi finally responded somewhat less drunk and more serious. Kisame sighed. He was right.
"Then?"
"I need to sober up," no duh, Kisame thought, "but I need your help." Itachi ended.
Kisame knew what Itachi meant by needing help sobering up. But something inside of him told him it was wrong. It was wrong to do anything with or to Itachi while he as in this state. But Itachi needed him… damn it so many "but's".
"I hope we don't regret this," before Itachi could process what Kisame had said, a pair of lips crashed with his and a pair of strong arms pulled him closed.
"Did that help?" Kisame said with a smirk.
"I felt a tingle, but I'm going to need more to sober up."
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Why? Why wasn't he looking at him? That was the first thought Fugaku had as he pulled away from his son, still keeping a hand on his shoulder. There was a look on his eyes that reflected pain and hurt. Why wasn't his own son looking at him? Did he hate him? He knew he had failed. The only reason his baby was back was because the bastards gave him back. If they would have chosen to kill Sasu, or worst, keep him as a sex slave or sell him, Fugaku would have not been able to prevent it. That's why then, Sasuke must have known that Fugaku failed. His baby… hated him. The tight grip he had on shoulders, like Sasuke might have fallen to a thousand tiny pieces if he wasn't holding him, loosened at this realization. What should he do now? Leave? Stay? Was it better if Sasuke didn't see him, he could just walk out of the room and let the nurses take care of him. But the thought of "walking out" on Sasuke hurt. He dint want to leave Sasuke again but… what now? Was he strong enough?
TBC
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