This was supposed to be about the night Itachi came home after doing the dirty deed, and Sasuke keeping it a secret. I always figured such a scenario would be…cute :3 But I hated how it came out, it seems so cliché :-(
Also, my beta died, I am in search of a new one, one who takes three days or less to beta my ficcers, anyone interetesed? PM me if you are :D
Theme 5; Mission Accomplished
Uchiha Sasuke loved secrets. He loved the thrill of learning a new one. He loved the feeling of having one. He loved the pressure to not tell anyone. At eight years of age if Uchiha Sasuke loved anything, it was secrets.
"Are you alright Sasuke?"
I stared up into my mother's bright brown eyes, full of worry and confusion, and felt a trickle of blood run down my left arm, staining my pale flesh a pastel pink as it caressed across it.
"I am fine Okaa-san."
I passed her and turned the taps of the sink, letting the icy jets of water splash over my arms from a bright wound on my elbow. My skin hissed angrily against the liquid, and I felt the almost insignificant pain leave me entirely. The bloody shiruken was tearing the pocket of my pants, and I hoped she could not see it. For why? I do not know.
"Are you sure you're all right Sasuke-chan? That looks like a pretty bad-"
Father interrupted her from where he sat in the kitchen, sharpening a kunai and reading the newspaper at the same time. As his eyes darted from line to line, his voice rang out, breaking the tranquility of my mother's gentle speech to an irritated, disapproving tone.
"He's fine, leave him alone Mikoto."
And she does. I walk past her and into the bathroom for a bandage. I am not helpless. I do not need someone for every little misfortune that befalls me. My arm throbs angrily and the skin is turning bright red. It's okay though, I don't mind.
A few hours later Aniki slowly opens the door, careful not to awaken anyone. He shuts it with just as much care and walks very slowly into the kitchen. How do I know this? I am watching him. Hidden in the laundry basket in the east hallway I am watching him through the cloth. He knows I am here. He knew I was here from when he walked in for when he did his gaze flicked upon where I am, scrunched up and fighting back giggles.
"Come on out Sasuke-chan."
I pop open the top of the laundry basket and climb out in difficulty. A pair of pantyhose sticks to my shirt, and I rip them off as I manage to get out. Aniki is surveying me with interest and I smile up at him, mischievously. A small smile creeps on his face as he stares at me and an agreement passes between us.
"Sasuke-chan, did you hurt yourself?"
I stare into his eyes. They were different than mother's had been. His eyes were indicating remorse, anger, and concern. The look made me feel giddy. It made me want to hug him and tell him nothing was wrong and everything in the whole entire world was perfect, even though it was not true.
"Yes."
His eyes sharpen and the red behind the black is more evident than ever. But it looked different than before. I feel proud of him.
"Whose shiruken did this?"
I faltered, surprised at his question. I thought he knew. I know he knew. I know he knows. It must be on my face. He stares at me, questioning the known, as if he simply wants confirmation.
"Aniki, it is Shisui-san's shiruken."
Itachi's expression deadened and he sank to his knees so we could meet eye to eye. His eyes were turning red, not with the bloodline limit he was blessed with, but with anger. He didn't seem angry with me, but angry with himself.
"Are you alright?"
I nodded as if he hadn't asked that before. I wondered why Aniki was acting so strange. He looked so different. Unnerved, for the first time in my life, he looked unnerved. He looked resentful and remorseful, as though something was very wrong.
"It's okay Itachi-niisan, I won't tell."
I hugged my brother tightly and I could feel his mouth twist into a smile from where his face was buried into my shoulder. Aniki needs someone to ask if he's okay sometimes too. I love Itachi-niisan so much.
"Keep it a secret Sasuke-chan, and sometime, I'll make it up to you."
I knew from then on, this was our secret, and no one else deserved to know.
An eighteen-year-old Uchiha Sasuke loves secrets, and he has yet to relinquish what had happened that night. No matter how many nights he spends wishing he had told someone, wishing he might have been able to help, in the back of his mind he is happy he had kept the secret for ten whole years. Even when Shisui went missing only a day later, Sasuke never told anyone. Sasuke knows if he had told someone he may have been able to save his family. Sasuke knows that if he had told someone, Itachi may already be dead. But, in the back of his mind, he still wants his niisan to make it up to him, just like he promised.
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You know, every time I finish one of these god damned fics I end up looking like this: oO;