Misora Asuka: Oh wow! Quite the excitement Asuka-chan! Hope I don't disappoint~!

"Haru." Sasuke's voice was a flat seriousness, but Haruka could still tell he was just worried.

She appreciated it, she really did. The only person she ever told about her feelings toward her brother was actually her other brother. He was the only one she could talk to about how it all made her feel, and he listen to it all with pure interest. He'd even help her in getting out of having to even see him in the past three years. He knew, he understood, and Haruka couldn't be more grateful to have him, but she didn't want to burden him anymore than she already has.

She just got to her feet, and ruffled his hair-identical to hers, only short-and gave him the best fake smile she could make. "Don't worry too much over it." She grabbed her plate, and moved to put it into a container. "I'll deal with it when I get to it."

But Haruka could still feel his black eyes drilling into her back as she tried to ignore him. 'He knows I'm putting an act.' She thought quietly. 'But, he also knows that he can't break my act.'

She heard Sasuke sigh out of defeat as he brought his own plate-that he'd hardly touched-and stood next to her waiting until she was done. "It's stuff like this that make you so self destructive." He murmured lowly.

Her smile didn't fall, but it did sadden just a little more. 'I know.' "I don't know what you're talking about."

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Grrrrrrr

"Hahh. I told you two to eat before we left." Haruka's mother sighed as both her and Sasuke held on to their stomachs in discomfort.

Their father-who refused to wear anything other than a suit-just stood over his sitting family with his eyes glued to his watch. Haruka looked up to him and asked him the time, his only reply was, "Three minutes since last time you asked."

She just sighed and slumped into her seat some more-a little content that she can just play it off as her wanting to leave faster. Anxiety built up in her chest as time seemed to be going just a little too fast. 'I thought it was only one minute.' She thought defeated. 'So the plane will be landing in nine minutes now. We got to the single digits…'

This is where she began to have the more irrational thoughts than just 'How can I keep myself calm?' or 'How long will this take?'. She began mentally panicking over the fact that he actually had to come, then hoping that there's plane troubles so she doesn't have to see him, then snapping immediately to worry that there will be plane trouble, and then her slapping herself out of her own insanity.

Finally her mind went right back over to the most terrifying thought of all, 'What if I slip up?' Her lips pressed together tightly at the painful idea. It was the very thing she worried over constantly for the past eleven years. 'He'd be disgusted. He'd never want to see me again. He'd hate me for the rest of his life.'

"Haru, I'm hungry. Go buy me something."

Haruka blinked a little before looking at Sasuke.

"Sasuke, don't be so rude." Their mother warned with no real threat in the tone.

"Stop referring to your sister by her first name." Their father said halfheartedly-eyes still glued to the ticking watch.

Haruka stared a moment longer before realizing two thing; just how much she's shaking, and the seriousness of Sasuke's eyes. 'Thanks.' "I'm hungry too, anyways-I have some pocket money too. I'll go see if there's a McDonalds around here."

Her mother looked at her with a disappointed look. Haruka knew how much her mother wanted all of them together to be the first thing he saw when he got off the plane. "Ok, but hurry back."

Haruka forced a smile on as she got up to her feet. "Don't worry I will." She looked to her father one more time before going off. "Oto-san, what time is it?"

"Five minutes since the last time you asked."

'Damn, I thought it was one.'

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'Hahhh… McDonalds might have been packed, but wouldn't that have been a good thing? It would have meant that I had to wait a lot longer… But I'm not too big on crowds I guess-damn my mental problems.' She scratched the back of her head as she waited for the vending machine to verify her money. 'Guess you're going to have to stick with pretzels, Sasuke.'

As she punched in the numbers she glanced up at the clock above her, and sighed out. 'The plane landed five minutes ago… he's probably already with them.' Her heart plummeted to her stomach, and she felt the need to just curl up here and never return home come to.

She went down to her knees to try grabbing out the bag of pretzels, the box of pockys, and two boxes of Pringles. 'Maybe I can jump on a plane while one of the attendants aren't looking. I've always wanted to see London-'

"Haruka?"

She felt her heart rate plummet for a second, until it began loudly pounding away-until she could hear it in her head. Her blood raced facer, and she could feel herself suddenly feel warmer. She suddenly held on tightly for dear life on her items-hearing something in its seal crack. And her eyes widened in the slightest to the sound of the only person in the world that still called her 'Haruka'.

Her thoughts then trailed to what she was wearing. She hated this voice, and tried to ignore it, but there was of course a side of her that was worrying about her attire-something she hardly ever gave much thought to. She was wearing faded black skinny jeans a size too big for her, a black t-shirt for Shingeki no Kyojin, her old red tennis shoes, and a large grey hoodie-considering it's still chilly out. She even became painfully self conscious over having her hair in a ponytail that she put very little effort it.

She took a big gulp, and tried to bring herself together-feeling the familiarity of her fake persona take over. Her eyes slightly narrowed, her posture straightened up to perfection, the snacks she bought were held in her crossed arms, and all together she made herself as hostile as possible.

Haruka couldn't look him straight in the eyes, so she just tried to look just above his eyes. But it still hurt, not as much as getting lost in his eyes, but it still hurt unbelievably. 'He hardly changed.' She realized. 'The only thing that's changed is that he got taller, and his hair got a little longer.' Somehow that stung, and she realized that she had been hoping he'd change some more until she could fool herself into thinking he's not who she's been so desperately in love with-despite how ridiculous that actually sounds.

The thing that hurt her most, was that smile. He had that warm gentle smile he used to always wear when he was around the family-the smile that she fell in love with as a child. There was a bittersweet feeling to this. On one hand, he was the reason she felt constant hate on herself, why she can hardly ever sleep at night, why she has to lie about who she has a crush on, why she's pretty sure she's developed chronic depression, and all together made her life a living hell, and yet he had the audacity to smile at her as though everything were alright… But… she always treats him coldly because of all of that, and yet…he still doesn't hate her.

"Hello, Haruka. I haven't seen you in a long time. It's good to finally be seeing you instead of just looking at pictures Oka-san keeps throwing at me." His voice is, of course, as straightforward yet oozing with kindness as usual.

It hurt to look straight at him-especially after so long, but she bit down on her tongue until she could be sure her voice wouldn't betray her.

"Aren't you supposed to be with Oto-san and Oka-san?" She purposely said in the harshest voice she could muster.

But, like always, he just kept smiling at her as though she had done no wrong. "I greeted them earlier, but since she said you'd probably take a while I thought I'd use the restroom quick."

'The restroom? Why didn't he just use the one on the plane?' "That, so. Well that's your fault for not going on the plane." 'Just try to leave. Just try to leave. Just try to leave.' But Haruka found it hard to find feeling in her legs, and could only stand where she was and try to play the part well. But she felt herself falling apart more and more, little by little. His voice, his eyes, his smile, and his scent-despite being so far-it was all giving absolutely no help in her self control.

"I suppose, but Haruka. Sasuke said you went to McDonald's why are you at the vending machines-?"

"It was crowded over there that's why? Are we done here because I need to go." She snapped at his slightly worried tone, and-forcing feeling back into her legs-tried to stalk away.

But-

"Eep!" She gave a small squeak as she felt the pressure of his fingers tap her forehead. She cringed, and she took a step back. It took everything she had to not have her hand fly up to where the tingling warmth still lied, or to even look up-feeling the redness take over her face.

"It's good to see you again, Haruka." His voice spoke in a way that she knew he only did that to get her attention, to get a reaction, to make sure that she didn't stomp away like a child before he could say that one line. That one line that tore away at her insides ruthlessly.

'Why? Why are you so damn nice to me? Haven't I been trying for years to have you back away? To not give me so much attention? To not have to see your damn face as much as I actually do?! I'm trying not to spill my guts here, and yet you still say stupid stuff like this?! Why?! Why can't you just...just…leave me the hell alone!'

Her thoughts flew, and she let only her anger toward him-nothing else-fuel her next move. As she clung to her food goods tightly in one arm-whether she meant to or not she didn't know-she used her other hand to send a fist straight up at him. Putting as much force as she could possibly put into someone that's existance she absolutely hated to the core yet still loved more than she could ever tell.

And, of course, being the man he is, he blocked it with no problem-only showing her mild surprise. She tried to ignore the warmth of his hand as he held her fist, tried to ignore his stare as he looked to her for an answer, and all together tried to ignore everything that she ever and does love about him, and just tried to think of the inferiority of the entire moment. Her eyes to the floor, her tone settled into only hostility, and her body kindly still.

"Don't treat me like a child." Was all she could muster.

She didn't look to him as she pulled her fist back, she didn't look to him when she stalked away, and she didn't look to anyone else as she found her body moving on its own as she found her way into a random restaurant. It didn't matter which one, or even how many people were there-screw her claustrophobia-she went right into one with her head held low and strayed right into the restroom, barged into a stall-ignoring any protest-and locked herself right in.

Almost immediately she just held onto herself tightly-hardly realizing just how crumbled the items in her arms were-and just cried-something she hoped will all her heart she wouldn't do today. Yes, she heard some people knock on her stall door to check if she was ok, but as long as she just ignored them they soon walked away. She just cried and cried and cried, and everytime she tried to pull herself together she'd just cry some more.

She hated to be helpless, and she hated to have her feeling take control, but, 'Damn it it's his fault!' is what she kept telling herself. Despite how little she actually believed those words. Despite how much she actually blamed herself ever and each day for this. She still tried to somehow calm herself with these weak words. 'It's his fault.' As though blaming someone else for her own revolting feelings could change the state of her own being.

"Damn it," She said in a voice that was painful enough to say, yet still quiet enough to hardly be heard, "Itachi."

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He just stood there. He had watched her react to his touch, throw a punch at him-she was as strong as ever-and he watched her walk right away. He stood there for a few minutes longer, thinking, analyzing, and comparing her actions to how they used to always be just three years ago. And, with a tired sigh, he just walked off to where the signs pointed to. His only thought as he continued to think of his little sister was simple, conclusive, and with the belief of it only being a simple matter.

'She still has a crush on me.'

Yes, I'm leaving it there. Problem? ;3