Brothers

It was disgusting to watch, really it was. Nauseating, sickening, plain vomit-inducing.

His brother, the prodigy among prodigies, heir to the most prestigious clan in the entire shinobi world, Konoha's most glorious ANBU Captain, and just plain his brother, was sucking faces with no other than Sasuke's own teammate.

Sakura. The same Sakura that had the biggest crush on him, Sasuke, for the freaking years. That same Sakura was sucking his god-damned brother's face.

What the hell was up with that?

Did it not matter to her which Uchiha it was, as long as it was an Uchiha? Was that it?

Sure, the girl was crazy, and not in a good way, but he never would have thought she'd be a gold-digger. He had thought she had pride and dignity. Apparently, he was wrong.

And Itachi! What was wrong with him? Usually, Itachi was so good at spotting ad subsequently steering away from people like Sakura. They'd been taught since young how to avoid gold-diggers. And now Itachi had fallen prey to one. Sakura of all people.

Not able to watch anymore, he stomped to the oblivious couple, too lost in the other to notice anything else, and all but ripped an unsuspecting Itachi away from his lover. Both lovers gasped, Itachi deftly twisting out of Sasuke's grasp, turned around Sharingan spinning and Sasuke just barely avoided a deadly genjutsu…. But couldn't avoid Sakura's fist.

She noticed too late that they weren't under attack and it was only Sasuke, had the time to just barely hold her full strength back before her powerful fist kissed his nose, and Sasuke went flying ass over teakettle across the training grounds.

For a few seconds everything was eerily silent, like after an explosion, then a flock of startled birds flew out of the trees, making a ruckus. Sakura looked between Sasuke and Itachi a couple of times, unsure if she should check on her probably broken teammate or apologize to her lover for breaking his brother.

Sasuke, thankfully, not broken, took the decision out of her hands. He stood up, somewhat crookedly, dusted himself off and threw them a baleful glare.

"You know what?" he spat. "I don't care! You two deserve each other!"

With that he spun on his heel and somewhat awkwardly flounced away, since he couldn't conceal that he was limping a bit.

Itachi and Sakura looked at each other, wide-eyed and confused.

"What was that all about?" Itachi asked quietly and Sakura shrugged.

"You're asking me? He's your brother."

Itachi shrugged helplessly. "He's… Sasuke," he murmured. "And try as I might, I don't understand Sasuke."

"You're telling me," Sakura muttered, crossing her arms on her chest. Then she shrugged in a 'who cares?' way and smiled, tugging on Itachi's arm. "Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?"

Itachi smiled back, wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her closer. "Somewhere around here," he whispered before he kissed her again.

Sasuke, and the entire strange incident were promptly forgotten.


AN: This one is a little bit newer, wrote it last year, when I harbored homicidal feelings towards Sasuke. I still do, but it's not as bad. Truly, this is just supposed to be a fun little fic, no offense any Sasu-fans.