A/N: A lot of people ask me if not maybe I would put one chapter in Itachi's POV. The answer is no, sorry. But you will get to see a little of Itachi's mind set soon.

Chapter 3: Hate and wonder

I finger the locket in my hand. I don't know why I don't just throw it in the trash. Maybe because it has a picture of mom and dad in it. I open the thing for the third time today. I'm alone in my room, no one has come to bother me. I'm sure they know better, after all I was pretty upset this morning.

I look at the picture and then look over the words written on the other side. Then I close it again, studying the outside of it carefully. I run my thumb over the deep carving in the front of the smooth silver. A knock comes at my door, and it surprised me a little. I throw the locket on my desk, and get up to answer my door. I find Kakashi on the other side. I go to sit down on my bed again, waiting for the lecture that is sure to come. My guardian comes into my room closing the door behind him.

"Come on Sasuke. Why not spend some time with him. He's all alone, he doesn't know anybody, and the town has changed since he last saw it." Kakashi says.

"It's not my fault he's a social idiot and that he was locked away for a couple of years." I spit out cruelly. Why should I be there for him? After all the time I spent with him when I was young. After the hours I was there to keep him company, if only to give him a reason to live for another day.

"Fine Sasuke I didn't want to pull this card out. But if you don't start acting at lest a little friendly to your brother, it's off to family therapy." I glare at Kakashi. "Just spend some time with him, with us. We rented a movie, will you watch it with us please? At least act like you want to make a normal family out of this." He says with a hint of desperation, after all he was trying to get along and make Itachi feel welcome .I get off my bed and walk down to the living room. Kakashi seemed pleased, and put in the DVD. The moment the movie started I new it was Itachi who picked it out. It was called Saw and I heard of it before, just never watched it. I didn't watch the entire movie, I couldn't stand it anymore. After a little bit I started to have flashbacks to the lifeless bloodied bodies of my parents. I go into the kitchen and get myself a glass of water. Trying to play off my uneasiness. I hate being like this, I hate always feeling so weak because of this. I drink my water, take in a couple of deep breaths, and tell myself not to be such a pussy about this.

"Something wrong?" I drop my glass and it shatters. The dark voice of my brother took me by surprise, and it angered me.

"Piss off!" I hiss at him, trying to clean up the glass.

"What's going on in there?" Kakashi asks from the living room.

"Nothing, Sasuke just dropped a glass." Itachi explains, in a taunting sort of manner. Or is it just my imagination? I accidentally cut myself while picking up the glass, but just shrug it off. I clean up all the little glittering pieces. Then Itachi takes my hand, I yank it away from him.

"Don't touch me."

"It'll get infected." He tells me, pulling me to a sink, and washing out my cut. I couldn't help but think that he would know. After all he's cut himself plenty of times, how many got infected until he made sure they were cleaned out good? I watch his fingers go over my cut, adding pressure to clean it out better. His hands look so smooth, so feminine, and I do nothing to stop this babying. I just watch in awe, as elegant fingers clean my cut. Then he turns off the water and reaches into a drawer to get out a Band-Aid. Which he then put over my cut, as lovingly as a mother would. This whole action pisses me off. Only just now does it register in my mind that he's treating me like some kid. I can very well take care of myself. I pull my hand out of his grip, which seemed to have lingered. I then give him a look of death, telling him very well I didn't need his help.

"It's ok to need some help sometimes Sasuke. If you don't ask, the problem just blows up." He says plainly, opening the pantry and getting out a bag of chips. Then he moves back into the living room. What the hell does that mean? I'm getting really fed up with his bullshit fragmented sentences. I go back into the livingroom, and Kakashi plays the movie again, which he had put on pause.

I sit there throughout the whole movie, but not really watching it. I wonder to myself, about Itachi. Why does he seem so hell bent on being around me? I don't want to have any kind of brotherly relationship with him, right? Of course I don't, I don't want him around me at all! And all the strange things he tells me, just like he did not too long ago in the kitchen. Does he want to confide in me? Give me a reason for his actions so long ago? I don't care what the reason is, I hate him. And he'll always be a murderer, no matter how much he may want to repent.

I was glade once the movie was over, and I could go back to my room and be in peace. I pleased Kakashi, and that's all I care about. So he'll stop worrying and nagging so much. That and I sure as hell don't want to go to family therapy. I went to sleep, where I was greeted by a memory.

It was like I was watching from a distance. It was one of those nights, where the screaming and crying had just stopped. I was up on the top step listening in. My mom was begging Itachi to understand our father. The two had just gotten into another argument.

"Please Itachi, you're a smart boy. Look at it in his point of view." She says, she just wanted peace in this house again. She just wanted everything back to the way it was, and was doing everything she could.

" Why? Why can't he try and understand me instead?" He snaps at our mother.

"I understand you're unhappy, but…" She doesn't have the chance to finish her thoughts as Itachi turns away. He walks up the stairs and I could hear my mom walk to the master bedroom. Where my father had gone to after practically exploding earlier.

Itachi glares at me for a minute. Then a glimmer easily missed shined in his eyes. But his face still seemed so emotionless. "It's not polite to listen in on other peoples conversations." He tells me bending down to my level, and taping me on the forehead. After his fingers leave, my hand automatically shoots up to hold the spot he hit. I give him a glare, though it looked more like a pout at such a young age. He laughs and walks past me. I run after him, not wanting to let him out of my site. After the fights he always got even more depressed, and I always kept him company.

Sunday was pretty uneventful. Kakshi gave me my space, and Itachi didn't speak to me. It was a good day I guess you could say. But throughout the whole day I kept stroking the locket that Itachi had given to me. I keep opening it over and over again, and think back on my dream; my memory. I get angry out of nowhere and throw it against the wall. I don't know where the rage suddenly came from, but it was there. Was I upset because I couldn't put down the gift given to me by a killer? I turn off my lights, it was about nine o'clock so I'll go to bed.

I pull the covers over me, and am graced by dreams. Not flashbacks that always end up with me in a cold sweat, but actual dreams of sweet memories. It was a peaceful slumber, one like I've never had before.

My alarm wakes me up the next day and I get ready for school. The car ride was quiet, and the only words that left anyone's mouth was bye. Itachi was dropped off first, then me, Kakshi said goodbye, just like he had to my brother, but I say nothing in return. I walk into the school, not really wanting to be here. Then I go to my class, where Naruto is waiting for me.

"So how was your weekend?" He asks sweetly.

"Crap." I say plainly.

"Let me guess Kakashi wanted you to spend time with Itachi, right? I don't see how spending time with your brother is going to kill you." He says, seeing as everyone is on Itachi's side, and doesn't see my point of view.

"I see how it can kill me. He'll pull out a knife and stab me." I say emotionlessly.

"Don't be so hard on him."

"Everyone seems to say that. But why should I? He's a murderer after all and he knows it." Naruto didn't respond to that, just shook his head. Class soon starts after our little talk, and the school day seemed to drag on forever. I am both glade and irritated when I see the car pull up to pick me up from school. Itachi in the front seat like always. We drive home in silence and go our separate ways once we enter the house. I go into my room and start to work and the few pages of homework I have. A little bit before dinner Itachi enters my room.

"What do you want?' I ask rudely. He sits on my bed, and I can feel him staring at my back. I turn in my chair and glare at him. "What!"

"Still know nothing do you?" He states simply. I get pissed and get up. I tower over my brother, as I stand in front of the bed. He smiles at me, a sadistic smile.

"What is it that you want?" I hiss out. He smirks even wider and pushes himself up off the bed.

"Dinner is almost ready, set the table." I don't protest. Though he has no right to command me around like that. After a couple of minutes I go downstairs and indeed set the table. Dinner was awkward and annoying. I couldn't help but glance in my brother's direction. All these strange fragmented sentences he gives me, they were starting to really get on my last nerve. Why is he talking to me and in such a strange manner? I don't want to know I don't want him to confide in me. I couldn't care less if he would feel better if he told me of his sin. That's what a priest is there for, why not go to them.

Then there is a small part of me that wants to know. Why did he kill them? Why did he ruin our family? Why is it that he had to bring everyone down into his depression? Why did he have to ruin my innocence at such a young age? Why did I care for him so much back then, that I would stay with him all night; if only to make sure he didn't commit suicide. Why did he want to die, when it was obvious I needed him?

That I didn't want to lose my Aniki. But I have, the brother I knew is gone. He went away the moment the blood of our parents soiled his hands. And I wish I could have my old nii-san back. The one that needed me as much as I needed him. The one that always gave me attention when dad wasn't there to give it to me. The one that needed me to protect him from himself. I want to see if my old nii-san is still there. Still living inside that clouded crazy mind that now posses Itachi. Maybe I should spend time with him, only to see if I could find him. Or find out what drove him from depression to murder. Is it selfish? Because when he had depression, I understood him a little better. But after that night; he's just a puzzle of confusing sentences and different personalities, located in different pieces of my memory.

A/N: I hope this chapter didn't bore you. Anyway it needed to be written this way, because from this moment on the angst will rise. Itachi's behavior gets stranger, and Sasuke wants to know more about his 'new' brother, and maybe see if he's old one isn't still in there. Love will slowly bloom like a flower in winter, from this moment on. Sorry I'm in a poetic mood right now, lol.