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Chapter 15: The Talk


Sasuke's POV

I was really thankful for Sakura's help on my studies when I was busy with filming. She would come over to my house whenever I was free and reviewed with me. It was almost like the time before we got together.

Finals went by smoothly and we were told that the results would be sent to our respective e-mails some time during the summer holiday. Sakura and I made another bet and the person with the lower score had to buy a present for the other.

Even though I scored higher than her during the midterms, I could see that Sakura was more confident this time round. It made me look forward to the day the results would be released.

On Friday evening, which was the day finals ended, Sakura and her parents came over to my house for dinner. Our parents wanted to talk to us about our Europe trip. They seemed to be excited about it even though they weren't the ones going. My mother literally screamed when I told her about it for the first time.

They were treating it as our honeymoon or something.

Not that I minded a honeymoon with Sakura but my mother could get overexcited sometimes. As for my father, he was as calm as usual. Sakura said her parents were openly, and loudly, expressing their joy. My brother, on the other hand, was giving me odd looks once in a while. Something was in that head of his and I hated the fact that I couldn't seem to read his mind.

But if it was indeed something important, he would tell me eventually.

At 6 PM, Sakura and her parents arrived and a butler went to escort them to the dining hall. Pleasant greetings were exchanged before everyone went to their seats. My father was sitting on his usual seat on the edge of the table with Kizashi-san on his left side. Mebuki-san sat beside Kizashi-san and my mother was beside her.

I sat in between Itachi, who sat beside my father, and Sakura. Casual chats filled the room as we ate dinner. For a moment, I almost forgot the real objection of the dinner itself. When everyone had finished their meals, it was my mother who reminded everyone about it.

"Oh my goodness, we should discuss about the trip! Are all the visas and necessary documents ready?"

"Yes." I nodded as I took a sip of water. Since Sakura and I had been busy with reviews, I asked Orochimaru to help me with the visa and other necessary preparations. Sakura and I were done with the itinerary as well. All that was left to do was packing.

"Where are you two going first?" Mebuki-san asked with apparent excitement in her eyes.

"Paris." When I answered, I could see my mother trying to contain her squeal. I mentally sighed and hoped the rest of the night would go smoothly. But somehow, I had an indescribable bad feeling inside me.

"Have you booked the hotel rooms?" My father asked before taking a sip from his glass of wine.

"Yes." I answered. Sakura and I decided on which hotels to stay in and booked it along with our plane tickets to Paris.

"Why don't you two use the Uchiha's private plane? It'll be convenient." I saw Sakura gawking upon hearing my father's suggestion. She quickly regained her composure to not embarrass herself though.

"It's alright, Fugaku-san." Sakura tried to sound as polite as possible as she rejected the offer. "We already book our plane tickets to Paris."

"And it will be fun to travel around with trains." I added while nodding. One of the reasons I chose Europe was because it had a sense of adventure in a way. Travelling with a private plan was indeed very convenient, but I knew it would be more memorable if we travelled 'normally'.

"Alright then. Feel free to contact me if you changed your mind though." My father spoke of sending a private jet to another continent as if it was as easy as sending an email. I was sort of used to it but Sakura seemed rather taken aback.

The conversation ended when my mother stood from her seat while pulling Mebuki-san along with her. She turned her head over her shoulder, beckoning to Sakura.

"I made some dessert. Come over and take a look, Sakura!"

Sakura dashed over to her mother and mine, looking like an enthusiastic child.

My father and Kizashi-san decided to continue their conversation at the living room, leaving only me and my suspicious looking older brother. He definitely had something in that mind of his.

Itachi was staring at me in the eyes and I showed him that I was feeling uncomfortable. Itachi smiled a little before he spoke.

"Can I have a word with you in my room, Sasuke?"

I had never been so curious as to know what was running in the head of that older brother of mine.


Sakura's POV

"Have you started packing, Sakura?" Mikoto-san asked as she opened the refrigerator to take out the pudding she made.

"I started but I'm barely done. I'm planning to do some shopping soon too." I answered as I walked over to the table where the pudding was placed on.

"When Sasuke told me that the two of you are going on a trip to Europe, I couldn't contain my excitement! Fugaku said I acted as if I am the one going on the trip. But I'm just so happy for you and Sasuke!"

Mikoto-san looked as if she could burst in happiness and I smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say. Sasuke told me how his mother reacted when he told her about the trip for the first time. And I must say it was sort of expected.

My mother was laughing softly at the sight in front of her. She definitely noticed that I was feeling uncomfortable, so she placed a hand on Mikoto-san's shoulder to calm her down.

Mikoto-san smiled apologetically at me and it made me giggle instead. At that moment, I believed that I could one day get used to Mikoto-san's overwhelming personality. She was a really nice and friendly person after all.

All the awkwardness I felt was gone in an instant when Mikoto-san talked about the dessert instead. I joined in the conversation and we shared a few good laughters.

I could definitely get used to being around Mikoto-san and that was for sure.


Sasuke's POV

"What is it, Nii-san?"

I went straight to the point right after Itachi closed the door behind him. When he stayed silent for a while, I could feel nervousness starting to surface inside me. And I didn't like that.

My nervousness was replaced by confusion when Itachi began to speak.

"I know that you're a responsible and smart person, Sasuke. I am sure that you understand what must be done to prevent unwanted consequences. You know that some things aren't meant to happen to you when you're still young, right? I am fully aware of the wants or needs of a teenager. I am only a few years older than you, after all. However, I-"

"Nii-san." My older brother was talking in an unusually fast, yet calm, pace but I managed to catch his words. I had to interrupt him because I had an idea as to what he was planning to say. But I had to make sure I didn't misunderstand his intention. "Are you giving me the talk?"

Silence consumed the two of us once again and it felt worse this time round. I could hear the thumping of my heart against my chest, which proved that I was indeed feeling rather tense. I had never imagined that such a conversation would occur between Itachi and me.

It was beyond weird and I really wanted to escape. But I knew there was no way out of it.

"Yes."

Itachi's straightforwardness made me flinch. I stared at him in disbelief and pure shock.

What had I done to be placed in that situation?

"Why?" My voice trailed off as I continued staring at Itachi as if he had grown a third eye.

"Father and I discussed about this. We think that it is time for this. Father admits it is too awkward for him to start this conversation so asked me to do it instead. And I feel like I am still too young to become an uncle."

I narrowed my eyes at Itachi and I could feel my ears heating up a little. To find out that my father and older brother talked about my sexual life behind my back was absolutely disturbing.

"I know what I am doing." I answered in a hasty manner, showing that older brother of mine that I wanted to drop the topic immediately.

Unfortunately for me, Itachi wasn't done with his little talk.

"Sasuke, I know that you're smart and I am sure you understand the necessary precaution. But as your older brother, and a representative of our father, I have the responsibility to tell you everything you needed to know."

I really wanted to just disappear and escape this conversation. Wasn't Itachi feeling embarrassed at all?

"Nii-san, I'm sure you're uncomfortable about having to indulge yourself in this. Let's do ourselves a favor and drop the topic. I am fully aware of what you're about to say."

My brother raised an eyebrow at me and crooked his head in confusion.

"What are you talking about, Sasuke? I am more than willing to do this."

"Why?" My voice trailed off for the second time that night. Had my brother always been this weird?

"It's for the sake of my younger brother, after all." Itachi smiled a little before taking a step towards me, placing his hands on my shoulders. "And you're not going anywhere until I'm done talking, Sasuke."

I had a sudden urge to tell Itachi that I remembered taking safety precaution back in the field trip but that would mean that he would know that Sakura and I had done it. Although it wasn't anything unusual and there was nothing to be ashamed of, it would make the whole situation even more awkward than it already was.

I rather had Itachi killed me instead.


Sakura's POV

By the end of Friday night, I noticed that Sasuke had odd expressions on his face. He appeared to be paler as well and I thought he might be sick or something. But Sasuke simply shrugged it off when I asked him what was wrong.

He didn't seem to want to continue the conversation so I stopped probing. At least he wasn't sick. He would tell me one day if it was something of high importance.

On Saturday the next day, I met up with Ino, Tenten and Hinata in one of the big shopping malls around. We had lunch in one of the Japanese restaurants there before starting to shop.

"What do you need to buy, Sakura?" Hinata asked as I looked through several dresses.

"I'm going to buy a few dresses and a pair of new wedges." I found several dresses I wished to try and had placed them on my hands.

"What's the weather like in Europe right now?" Ino brought up the question slightly absent mindedly since she was putting most of her concentration on looking at dresses.

"It's also summer over there. The temperature varies among different cities though. But it is hot in general." I had checked the temperature of all the cities we were planning to go and found out that it would be humid.

"Are you bringing along a bikini?" Tenten peered into my face and asked. I had yet to consider that and only began thinking of it when Tenten brought it up. I wasn't sure if we would get the chance to go to the beach but bringing a bikini wouldn't bring harm anyway.

"I'm not sure." I answered honestly. And before I could say anything else, Ino had decided on our next destination.

"Let's go get you a new bikini after this!"

And I knew there was nothing I could do or say to change Ino's mind.


Sasuke's POV

Ever since that faithful night with Itachi, I unconsciously began to avoid making any eye contact with him. That conversation he pulled me into had left me scarred for life.

I spent the entire weekend packing my clothes and other things I needed. I tried to push away the thought of bringing that thing Itachi insisted I needed. To be honest, I knew I needed to bring them along. But an intense awkwardness would jolt throughout my body whenever I was reminded of the talk I had with my brother.

Anyway, by the end of the day, I still had to bring them with me for the trip.

The first week of summer holiday had passed by in a blink of an eye. I spent most of the week working on the photo shoot which went smoothly. I only got to meet Sakura for a few times that week since she was rather busy herself too. She accompanied her parents on a business trip to South Korea for three days and two nights.

And just like that, the day we were leaving Japan had arrived.

No matter how much I told Itachi he didn't have to, he insisted on driving Sakura and I to the airport. I have yet to get rid of every single fragment of awkwardness inside me and being in close proximity with Itachi wasn't an ideal thing to do.

Sakura seemed rather surprised to see that it was Itachi who was driving us to the airport but she managed to greet him properly nevertheless.

It was a midnight flight and we would be reaching Paris in the morning. And even though it was midnight, I knew better than to not use my disguise. Sakura preferred to call it my 'flawless' disguise, with an awfully sarcastic tone added to it.

And before Sakura and I left Itachi, he said something which definitely held more than one meaning.

"Stay safe."


Sakura's POV

There was something behind Itachi's eyes when he said his parting words. And the way Sasuke's eyebrow twitched upon hearing his brother's words made things even more suspicious.

When we had passed through the departure gate, my curiosity got the better of me and I just had to ask.

"Sasuke, did something happen between you and Itachi?"

Sasuke pretended that he didn't hear me, which was impossible because I was walking only a few centimeters away from him. I narrowed my eyes in annoyance when he continued to stay quiet.

"Spill it out." I no longer asked properly and practically demanded Sasuke to speak. I heard him mumble something incoherent under his breath before he finally surrendered and told me what happened.

"Itachi gave me the talk."

Silence took over the atmosphere around us and I abruptly stopped in my tracks. Sasuke did the same when he noticed that I wasn't walking beside him.

Sasuke was about to speak but I had interrupted him with a roaring laughter. I tried to contain it because I didn't want to attract too much attention to us. But there was barely anyone around and Sasuke had just told me the funniest thing I had heard for a long time.

"Stop laughing, Sakura." Sasuke's voice had a hint of danger in it but it didn't stop me from laughing my heart out.

"S-Sorry." I managed to breath out that word in between my laughter. "But it's so funny!"

Sasuke grunted in displeasure before pushing me towards our boarding gate in a hurry.

"I don't to risk having people recognizing me. So keep quiet and hurry up into the plane."

I placed my hands over my mouth, putting effort to shut myself up. But seeing Sasuke's annoyed expression made me want to laugh even louder. I was sure the whole conversation with Itachi must have horrified him a whole lot. Now that I discovered the truth, I understood why Sasuke seemed so upset whenever he was around Itachi as of late.

It was definitely a good way to start off our trip.


Itachi's POV

I didn't expect my father would still be awake when I got back home from the airport. I sat on the sofa beside my father, who was watching TV in the living room.

"Why aren't you asleep yet, father?"

"No particular reason. I just couldn't seem to fall asleep."

I nodded with a small smile on my face. I was about to excuse myself and return to my room when my father suddenly spoke again.

"Itachi, have you spoken to Sasuke?"

Even though my father's words were vague, I had a clear idea as to what he was referring to.

"Yes, I did." I decided not to mention about how reluctant Sasuke was and refused to be cooperative. At the end, I managed to force him to stay and listened until I was finished.

Sasuke became very uncomfortable around me ever since that night but I was sure he would get over it soon. My younger brother wasn't the type of person to dwell on such things for too long. He could definitely do better than that.

"I hope he took in your words well then." My father said and took a sip of water. I was aware that my father had been worried about this ever since Sasuke and Sakura started dating. But he didn't know how to approach Sasuke to talk about it.

And if father was the one who spoke to Sasuke, I guaranteed that Sasuke might be fatally scarred for life. For the well-being of both Sasuke and our father, I volunteered to givethe talk.

"I am sure he did." I reassured my father before excusing myself.

It was to be expected from that foolish brother of mine, after all.


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