The next morning, Itatchi looked around the tent, slightly hoping to see his little brother. Of course Sasuke was too headstrong to sleep in the tent with him. Did Sasuke really hate him that much? The used to go camping together all of the time! ...When they were younger. And that was before the whole Uchiha massacre thing.
Slipping out of the tent, Itatchi found Sasuke huddled up by the fire. Sasuke was on his side of the campsite, but Itatchi didn't seem to mind. "How'd you sleep?" he asked, hoping to get some sort of conversation out of the younger Uchiha.
"Just fine thanks." This sounded strained, as if it was too troublesome to have to say anything at all.
Itatchi didn't seem to notice, and tried again. "Oh really? Were you warm enough?"
"Plenty warm." Sasukes' tone held an underlying 'Talk to me again and I'll kick your ass.' to it.
"You're on my side of the camp." Itatchi pointed out as if it was something all important.
Grumbling something vulger under his breath, he stood up, going back over to his side of the camp. Though he really didn't get very far before being pulled back by the scruff of his neck.
"Not so fast Sasuke. You're on my side of the camp. I reserve the right to do whatever I want."
"Oh so you're going to kill me then?"
Itatchi actually laughed at that. "No of course not! Why would I do that?" He has a nice laugh. It almost makes him sound more human.
"Really? Well then if you're not going to kill me, then what do you plan on doing to me?" If you can actually believe it or not, Sasuke almost sounded scared.
"I'm going to break that rather large ego you seem to have."
Sasuke visibly paled. "You're not touching me!" His tone held complete finality.
"Who said I was going to touch you?"
"You did!"
"No I didn't! I said no such thing!"
"Yes you did you perv!"
"Per-" Itatchi cut himself off as he thought about this. "Oh I see. My goodness! What it must be like to be a teenager again... To take everything the wrong way must be the ways of a teenager..."
"Come off it. You're not that old..."
"No I don't suppose I am. But still come on. We're going to break that ego of yours."
"For the last time! You're. Not. Touching. Me!"
"Sasuke, I thought we already establised that I'm not going to touch you!"
The younger Uchiha didn't look too convinced, but he followed Itatchi into the tent anyway. He watched the older one dig around in a large bag. This was a bad of which he didn't even know they had with them. Sasuke, regretably, knew this bag well... "Why did you bring this?"
"I thought we would get bored sooner or later."
"So I have to be part of your sick fantisies?"
"Indeed. Because I know you'll give into the desire. The desire you used to have when we were younger."
"Why do you even still have this stuff?"
"Because I remember how much you used to love playing 'Pretty Princess'. It was one of your favorite games!"
"Yeah... Maybe why I was younger!"
"Oh but it was so much fun! Besides, it'll give us something to do!"
"How is this breaking my ego?"
"Because my unsuspecting little brother, I changed the content of this bag a bit. Those outfits that used to be here wouldn't have fit you now anyway! So I had to get new ones..." Itatchi pulled something out of the bag, and put it over his arm. "Oh and Sasuke?" He didn't wait for an answer before pulling something else out of the bag and tossing it towards Sasuke, who caught it easily. "You're the princess."
Sasuke held up the outfit and all the color drained from his face. "You're kidding right? This is nothing like what I used to wear when I played this game!"
"No perhaps not. But you're older now and this will suit your figure quite nicely."
"...But I have to wear this?"
"Of course! It's what we used to do!" Itatchi paused for a moment. "Try not to let your sense of morality take over. Just... go with it." He tapped his chin in thought. "Besides, I know you're a good actor. I know you have a gift for playing off a set story." A smirk came to his lips. "But you still have to dress up."
A defeated sigh escaped him. "Alright. Whatever. Get out so I can change." With that, Sasuke began to physically shove Itatchi out of the tent.
Once Itatchi was out, he began to peel off his clothes and change into the dress. Once finished, Sasuke stepped out of the tent and stood before Itatchi wearing a skimpy form fitting black sleeveless dress with a long sleeve mesh shirt underneath. The dress itself ended just a bit above mid thigh. The dress was open back in a 'V' style. Atop his head lay a simple silver tiara with some diamond jewels here and there. Keeping his eyes to the ground, Sasuke shifted nervously from one foot to the next.
Itatchi had to shake his head to keep himself focused on remaining normal and not letting himself think that Sasuke actually looked very pretty in a dress. Sexy even!
Taking a step towards his younger brother, he took Sasukes' hand into his own, kissing the knuckles lightly.
Sasuke lifted his head, glaring at Itatchi, a light blush staining his cheeks. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Mearly getting into character."
"What's the story?"
"Arranged marriage between a more than willing prince, and a somewhat, or very defiant princess."
"Where the hell do you come up with idea like these!"
"This used to be your favorite plot when we were younger. I remember how we used to actually act out the wedding and everything!"
Sasuke looked as if he was going to be sick. "Yes, while I'm sure that's one of your favorite memories of me, let's just do this and get it over with." He fingered the hem of the dress absently.
Itatchi sighed and nodded. "Fine. Then come on my bride, it's our honeymoon, and I'm still a sadist. It'll be fun breaking your ego."
Sasuke didn't have time to think about that before being lifted off of his feet and thrown over Itatchis' shoulder as he walked off.
About ten minutes passed, and Itatchi finally stopped walking. Setting Sasuke down, he moved over to the lake.
"For our honeymoon, you brought me to a lake?"
Oh he has no imagination anymore! Itatchi thought to himself. "What? Not amused?"
Sasuke gave a look that clearly said, 'No kidding dumbass!' He feigned an almost sickening sweet tone. "Now just what gave you that impression?"
"Well then let's make things more interesting shall we?"
Sasuke didn't have time to think before he was shoved up against a tree. He felt hands fingering the hem of the dress as if just itching to tear it off to get to the soft, feminine flesh underneath. Fingertips rested on his inner thigh. And while Sasuke would have been rather ticked off by that, there were soft lips against his own that took away from that.
While Itatchi was just getting into character, this was a bit too much for Sasuke. Pushing Itatchi off of him, he moved away from the tree, breath coming out in short breaths. "I quit." he all but hissed. "I'm done with this stupid game of yours!" Taking off the tiara, he threw it on the ground at Itatchis' feet. With that, he went back to the campsite, locking himself in the tent, all lines of division apparently forgotten.
Next Chapter Tease:
"No. Don't apologize for that." Sasuke whispered, pulling his hands back into his lap.
"Then wha-" Itatchi was once again cut off as Sasuke shook his head.
"I have a game I want to play. Maybe you've hear of it? It's called 'I Never'..."