Friday.
It was 3pm.
The meeting would be over any second, and Sasuke would have two hours before he was supposed to be under the big clock at the central station. He would go there.
And he would meet up with Naruto.
He was sitting at a long table with Hinata by his side, and he had no clue what the meeting was about. Neji had saved him three times during two hours, and Sasuke actually wrote a note about thanking him later. He knew that his father probably would scold him for being so off, but he couldn't care any less. He was so focused on keeping his heart rate down that he couldn't think at all, and Hinata had asked him several times if he was okay. He had just nodded, whispered a 'thanks', and then gone back to concentrating.
He took a deep breath and sighed silently, and then accidently met Itachi's gaze. He was smirking, smug as always, and Sasuke instantly knew that Itachi knew. He knew so very well that Sasuke was practically shitting a huge brick, and that he would run off to the hotel at the very second the meeting had ended.
That second seemed to happen right then, since everyone stood up and started shaking hands. Sasuke did the same, but turned to Hinata and leaned forward while shaking her hand.
"Cover for me."
He whispered, but she had heard him and was nodding. She saw Fugaku Uchiha looking at them, and put a smile on her lips.
"Yes, Sasuke, we really should meet up outside the business. Walk me to the cafeteria?"
Sasuke blinked, confused, but followed her gaze to his father and then quickly turned back to Hinata. She should consider becoming an actress.
"Of course."
He put his arm around her back and led her out of the room. He made sure that they were alone before turning to her again.
"I have to go, I have a da-"
He stopped himself and cleared his throat.
"I have to be somewhere."
Hinata nodded slowly, a bit confused.
"Okay. I'll keep Fugaku occupied for a few minutes, so get out of here."
Sasuke nodded and turned to get to the hotel room as fast as he could. He had no idea what he was thinking but he did know that his heart was racing and he was sweating.
If he could, he would have stopped to ask himself what the hell he was doing, but all he could think about was to get to the central station as fast as possibly, no matter if Naruto was there or not.
In a few minutes, he was back at the hotel room and in the shower. He knew that he had plenty of time, but still found himself rushing. He wouldn't admit it, but he knew the name of the feeling that was rushing through his entire being. He was nervous, heck; he was feeling like a girl, talking to her crush for the first time. He chose to ignore the fact that he probably would look exactly like that in the very near future.
He got out of the shower, dried up and glanced at his reflection in the mirror. He didn't recognize himself.
His eyes were somehow glowing, and his cheeks were a bit rosy. What the hell had happened to him?
He shook his head and went to grab some clothes. He was faced with yet another problem; what was he supposed to wear?
He grabbed one of his many suits, but decided that it would be way too overdressed.
He bit his tongue.
He wanted to look good, but still wanted to keep that I-don't-really-care-look. He picked up a pair of black jeans and a white, baggy t-shirt. It just looked too casual, as if he just got out from a day in front of the TV. He sighed and kept digging around, not even noticing that his brother had entered the room.
"Need help?"
Sasuke winced and turned around, still dressed in just a towel, holding the black jeans and a blue sweat shirt. He gritted his teeth.
"No, I don't."
Itachi smirked and sat down on one of the beds, looking at the mess of clothes on the floor. Sasuke continued roaming through his bag for a few minutes, but ended up facing his brother again.
"Alright. What do you got?"
Itachi got up, started humming and bit the tip of his thumb.
"Any idea what he's wearing?"
Sasuke sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. He could only think about the photos on Naruto's Facebook.
"Shorts and a t-shirt, maybe. I dunno."
Itachi nodded and walked over to the pile of clothes. It only took him about a minute to pick something up.
"The black jeans are good, keep them."
Sasuke got a slightly tighter white t-shirt and a black and white checked shirt thrown in his face. He looked at the clothes, raised an eyebrow and looked at Itachi, skeptical. Itachi just smirked.
"Trust me."
Sasuke sighed. He didn't really have anything to lose, and since Itachi somehow never had this problem, he chose to just go with it. He grabbed some underwear before dragging it all into the bathroom.
He got dressed and took a look at himself in the mirror, surprised about how perfect Itachi had made the I-don't-care-look.
"Shirt open?"
Sasuke couldn't believe that he was taking styling advice from his brother, but he didn't have time to bitch about it right then.
Itachi appeared in the doorway, now holding a cup of coffee.
"Shirt open."
He sipped on his drink and disappeared again, leaving Sasuke alone.
He decided that he would just style his hair the usual way, not wanting to risk a chaos that day.
Said and done; he spiked the back of his hair and parted his bangs before looking at the clock. It was forty minutes until they would meet, and it took Sasuke twenty minutes to get there. He decided to get going, not feeling like spending more embarrassing time with his brother.
He was about to step into the pair of shoes he had worn at the meeting when it hit him that they were too formal. He didn't want to waste any time, so he simply slipped into Itachi's pair of black and white converse. He grabbed his phone and wallet, and then went to get a taxi.
