Itachi's problem
4
Itachi was a patient man. He knew that some things took time and needed to be approached wisely, without rushing. They needed careful nurturing, the kind that their mother showed when his little brother threw tantrums at the gentle age of five. This simple knowledge helped him in business and in politics without fail. So, no—that long deep release of air from his lungs wasn't a sign of impatience, or annoyance. It just couldn't be.
"The sun hasn't even come up yet and you want me to do what now?" Sasuke's voice on the other end of the line was tainted with disbelieving venom that Itachi chose to ignore. So what if it was half pas four in the morning? He was a business man - should know that some things mattered more than sleep.
"I want you to go down to the lobby and pick up a package that I sent for you" repeated he, slowly this time, hoping that from the second try his little brother would get it.
"Why" Was it that difficult to just try and do as asked for once?
"It's important that you go right now or the courier will leave" it took a great deal of his willpower to level the voice and Itachi had to massage both temples with a free hand.
Weeks... it's been weeks since Sasuke moved out of their mansion into the same apartment complex as the pretty scientist and still the idiots haven't met. Not once. It took him a while to figure out the blond's schedule—which was a nightmare that no one should ever be subjected to—and he needed to act fast. If only, his brother would just hurry up.
"I don't know why I am doing this" Finally! Itachi let out another breath at a small win and the background sounds of his brother getting dressed and leaving the apartment.
As soon as Sasuke went in an elevator their connection broke, but he was okay with that. Before him was a live feed from several security cameras which gave him a good view of everything that was happening: his little brother was halfway down when the blond head appeared in the doorway, returning from the long night at the Konoha Observatory. Right on schedule. He was such a hardworking boy that Itachi already took a liking to. In a matter of seconds, the two would finally set eyes on each other again, and, for sure, sparks will fly. His mother would be so proud of him for taking such good care of his dear otouto.
Unfortunately, luck wasn't on his side again today. Sasuke's elevator stopped and Itachi's eyes went wide. Oh no. An old man with at least five cats—or were those tiny dogs?—went in, painfully slowly, occupying most of the space and pushing his little brother to the furthest corner. This delay, though small, had severe consequences and elder Uchiha watched in horror as the young scientist walked through the lobby and went inside another elevator. Only a moment later his phone rang again.
"You were too late, otouto" said he simply and hang up, letting his forehead meet the desk with a thud.
Itachi was a patient man, but even he had limits.
