Summary: Uchiha Itachi surrenders himself to Konoha and Sasuke is more than glad to know that or is it?
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews again!
blisbop: sorry if I stopped there. And for their conversations…uhmm I'll see what I can do, okay? Thank you for reviewing!
A. L. S.: yes, this is a yaoi fic…ehehehe
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Chapter 3
"Sasuke."
I felt my body tremble as Itachi called out my name. I felt so vulnerable facing him after five long years. And I still felt like a child wanting to welcome him after a tiring mission. But reality is cruel and that would never happen. I stood there, rooted on my spot as I stared in awe at his beautiful red eyes. Those red eyes that also belonged to me glared; taunting me. I glanced sideways as I couldn't bring myself to stare at him. I felt afraid and reticent. Where was the intrepid and poker faced Uchiha Sasuke? The sudden words of Itachi made me aware in my own world causing me to flinch reflexively.
"Are you going to ask the same question the Hokage asked me?"
"I am." I spat. I'm going to show you how strong I am Uchiha Itachi. And sooner or later I'll make you pay. I clenched my fists, trying to ignore the continuous trembling of my fingers.
Uchiha Itachi remained silent as his red eyes ceaselessly bore through me. His glare never failed to make me squirm as my cheeks constantly burned. I tried to speak but no words were coming out of my mouth. I very much wanted to connect my cold fist onto his pale cheeks and see blood but my body was paralyzed.
"I'm tired."
"What?" I snapped. I don't know why Itachi kept on staring at me. But I'm quite sure he is enjoying seeing me squirm under his watchful gaze.
"That's my answer to your question."
"You're tired?" I blurted. "Tired of what? Killing or making people suffer?"
Itachi didn't respond. Our conversation—if it still looked like one—was going nowhere; a complete folderol. I narrowed my eyes as if to daunt him but nothing seemed to threaten him.
"This is bullshit." I retorted as I turned around, convinced that seeing the man I loathed the most was as unresponsive as ever. Same old Uchiha Itachi—the prodigy of the once famous Uchiha clan—who doesn't even expresses his emotions for once. Did I saw my brother smile? Not once.
"Sasuke." I turned around and almost backed to the wall seeing how close Itachi was to me. This time, I let myself tremble with fear. Itachi stood so close to me that I can hear him breathe softly. I tried to call for help but I found my throat running dry.
"Do you still fear me?" Itachi said softly as if trying to comfort me with his words.
"Fear you? I dread you." I heard myself say with all honesty and instantly regretting that I couldn't lie.
"Hn." Itachi started to draw near me making me back against the wall, trying to squeeze myself with the concrete and somehow wishing to make my way to the other side, away from the man I loathed.
"Wha—what are yo—," I stuttered with fear while my face burned furiously. I felt him draw near my ear and halted. Suddenly I heard him knock on the metal door—a signal for me to exit the prison cell. And before the door even opened, Itachi whispered something, sending tingles down my spine.
"Visit me again."
I was utterly speechless. With that Itachi took some steps away from me and eyed me warily. For the umpteenth time, I squirmed and blushed under his gaze. The door then opened and I quickly went out, almost blinded by the light from the hallway of the prison. Tsunade and Kakashi welcomed my sight, their faces looking quite worried. Somehow I began to ask myself how long have I been inside with Itachi. I thought maybe about half an hour or so when Kakashi later said that I was inside for more than hour already. So time flies really fast when you're not aware of it.
Kakashi walked me back to my flat and eyed me with concern. Maybe he's wondering why I didn't came out screaming and getting a hysterical fit. I myself wondered, too. I sighed heavily and was about to enter my flat when Kakashi spoke.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Okay. See you tomorrow." And Kakashi disappeared in a puff of smoke.
I entered my home and stood there like a stranger in a different place. I sighed again and recalled what happened today. I touched my cheek and found that I was still blushing. Blushing because of what?
"Visit huh?" I found myself speaking out loud. The thought made me smile. As I looked towards the mirror, I saw myself smiling weakly. Smiling—much likely sneering—wasn't new to me but the smile I produced made me doubt my sanity. For the first time in five years, I smiled a real smile.
TBC
A/N: Was it five or four years? Or six? Or what? I'm sorry I forgot already. There's one line there I stole from one of my favorite movies. If you found it you're a genius. Sorry, the chapter is short again; I guess I'll never write a long chapter. TT
