Chapter 10: Brotherly bonding
"Hey where were you yesterday?" Naruto asks me in class.
"I was sick." I mumble out.
"Oh that sucks…you still don't look very good. Are you sure you should have come back today?" I nod my head. When I looked at myself in the mirror this morning I didn't look well. It's strange how thoughts of my brother bring on this ill feeling and appearance. School seems to be dragging on slowly, I was happy once it was time for lunch.
"You're not going to eat?" Naruto asks. I shake my head. I really don't think I could stomach even a piece of bread. Everything that has revealed itself and everything that still nags at my brain is completely draining me. I wish I knew, I wish I understood. But nothing makes sense anymore. All I know is that my brother has more then just brotherly feelings toward me and that he killed our parents because of me. But there are still holes, still things I want to know. But I might not ever find them out because I can't even stand being around my brother.
"So how's it going with you and Itachi?" I glare at my blonde friend, "That bad?" I say nothing, and just rest my head on my palm. Lunch came to an end quickly and then it was back to class, where time just seemed to be slugging along. When the finial bell does ring, I go out to meet Kakashi who's waiting to pick me up. I sit in the back seat quiet and ignoring the fact that Itachi was in the car with us. We all drive home in silence and I don't mind it. I was glad no one was talking, I wasn't in the mood for conversation. At home I went straight to my room and started on the small amount of homework I have. Though I wasn't really focused on it.
"Sasuke, dinner!" Kakashi calls from downstairs. I put down my pencil and look at the clock, it was five-thirty. I hadn't notice I'd spent that much time doing homework, I must have really been zoning out. I head downstairs and sit at the table after getting myself something to drink. I don't put much on my plate, because I don't feel like eating to much. It was quiet at first and I could feel Itachi's eyes on me. It annoyed and angered me, but I try to ignore my emotions. Kakashi puts down his fork and me and Itachi both look at him.
"I was thinking, that it would be good if you two would spend some time together, outside of the house this weekend." I look at my guardian unbelieving, but do not speak. I didn't want to spend anytime with Itachi. Actually I was planing on keeping as far away from him as possible.
"I don't mind, if it's ok with Sasuke?" Itachi says in a neutral tone. All this falls on me and my fist tightens around my fork.
"I don't mind," I mumble out, looking down at the table. My bangs hiding my face and the emotion that it holds. After that I clean my plate and go up to my room. I sit on my bed for awhile and take out the locket I was wearing around my neck. I yank it off of my neck, the silver chain breaking. I through it onto my desk, next to my still incomplete homework. I lay back on the soft cushions of my bed. My brother disgusts me and I don't want to spend any time with him. For all I know he might just kiss me again and I don't want that. An uneasy feeling creeps over me at the thought of spending time alone with my brother. But, I force my mind elsewhere and go to work on my homework.
Nothing exciting happened throughout the school week and it was tonight that I would be alone with my brother. Kakashi and Itachi had decided that we should watch a movie and go to the mall across from the theater afterward. Kakshi dropped us off and told Itachi to call when we needed to be picked up. I didn't even know which movie we would be watching. I didn't want to ask either because that would mean I'd be talking to my brother. And right now, I wasn't in the mood to go along with this stupid crap. I sit against the wall as Itachi gets our tickets. He was talking to the ticket seller for a long time, I think he knew him or something. I didn't really care. I follow him once he's gotten the tickets. Without words being exchanged we decided not to get any popcorn or anything. We pick out our seats; though there were hardly any left.
Only five minutes later the movie started. It was a rated R movie, Touristas. I wondered to myself how he got us in, but that must have had something to do with the reason it took him so long to get the tickets. I sit back, the movie wasn't so bad at first. But the more it got into the plot-line the more disgusted I got. There were some shots of parts of women that weren't really necessary. And though any other boy my age would be thrilled, I didn't feel anything but distaste. And now a scene where they are operating a girls organs out, which I can hardly watch. I squirm a little in my seat and Itachi notices. His lips curl up into a little smirk and I only glared at him. I didn't understand how he could stand looking at this stuff. Well of course it doesn't bother him to see a little gore, after what he's done to our parents. A tinge of hate spikes through me and I don't notice as my brother slips his fingers between mine.
As I see the people on the screen take out the organs from the stomach, I tighten my hand around my brothers. It's only then that I noticed he's holding my hand. I pull my hand out from under his and rest both my hands in my lap. So that they're out of Itachi's reach. My heart is pounding in my chest and resentment builds up inside me. But, I can't manage to glare daggers at my brother, or look anywhere else but my lap for that matter. I don't bring my eyes up to watch the rest of the move and I didn't understand why I couldn't. I just stare at my lap for what seems like eternity, but it must have only been a couple of minutes. Itachi's hand strokes my cheek and I slap his hand away, not wanting to be touch. Especially not by him. I could hear my brother let out a little sigh and he let me be for the duration of the movie. I, on the other hand don't see the ending, because I still couldn't take my eyes off of my hands in my lap. Looking at my hands as if they're to blame for my brothers intrusion of my personal space. I only knew when the movie was over as the lights slowly start to get brighter again.
After the movie, we cross the street and parking lot to get to the entrance of the mall. I have my hands in my pocket and walk behind Itachi, really not wanting to be here.
"I just want to get something at HotTopic." it was the first sentence spoken between us. I only let out a snorting sound, indicating that I didn't care. We walk straight to HotTopic, and my brother starts to look around. I don't know if he was looking for anything specific, but he did get some clothes and go to the changing room. I sit in one of the chairs in front of the dressing rooms. The store was small so it only had two dressing rooms, but there weren't any people waiting to try on clothes. Actually there weren't many people in the store. Though the ones that are really look strange. Piercings and strange hair colors and haircuts.
Itachi comes out of the dressing room and I thought to myself that that was quick. But I was wrong; he wasn't done. He looks at the mirror that covers the door of the dressing room and then looks to me.
"What do you think Sasuke?" he asks me. He's wearing rather tight dark jeans, with zippers in places you don't need them, and a short chain hanging down from his front pocket to his back pocket. The shirt was also tight, it was a button up shirt, with a long sleeved shirt underneath it. The buttons were skulls and there were safety pins hooked to the shoulder. It was different then what I usually see my brother in, lose fitting jeans, lose black shirts with words printed in red on it, and black zip up jackets, which left much to the imagination. But this showed off my brothers body structure nicely, and an almost familiar feeling settled in my stomach; as I run my eyes down his form. The jeans hugged to his hips so nicely. The shirts clung to his chest, and you could see where his stomach curves in, hinting to tight abs underneath.
I shrug my shoulders, "It's…nice." I say in a monotone voice. I really don't want to be my brothers fashion consultant. I look back onto the floor, not wanting to look at my brother anymore, because that feeling in my stomach started to make me feel uneasy. I fidget a little in the chair, my eyes dart up once more to see my brother walking towards me. A feeling of fear along with something else came over me. I didn't want Itachi to touch me or do anything.
"Get away from me." I mumble out, feeling uncomfortable with my brother's closeness.
He ducks down, his breath tickling my ear. "If you're so uncomfortable with me being around you, then why did you come speak to me in my room after we kissed? When we were all alone?" he says it in such a voice it made me feel guilty, even though I did nothing wrong. He then walks back into the dressing room. Leaving me sweating, as I watched the way his hips swayed just slightly when he takes those little geisha steps. I shake such strange thoughts out of my mind and look to the ground.
After Itachi had bought the outfit he modeled, he called Kakashi on his cell phone. The rest of the time I did not look or talk to my brother. When we got home I went straight into my room. There came a knock on my door, and I didn't bother to say anything, or get up to let them in. But the door opened after a couple of minutes and Kakashi steps in.
"You've been staying in your room a lot lately. Just like when you first came to live with me," he sits down. "Was tonight really that bad?" I shake my head. "So then why are you isolating yourself?" I shrug. "Come down stairs, watch some TV with us, you don't really have anything to do in here." I get up and walk downstairs with Kakashi, though I didn't really want to. I sit next to Kakashi, making sure to be as far away from Itachi as I could. I don't really watch TV, I just let my mind drift. Thinking back to what my brother had told me in HotTopic. I know I had been stupid for going to speak to him after he kissed me. But at that time I still didn't want to believe that it meant anything. But, now I'll try and keep my distance from Itachi as much as possible.
Though I couldn't really explain some of the things I felt when we were out. Like why I couldn't look anywhere else but my lap in the movie theater. Or that strange feeling I got when I saw the outfit he was wearing at HotTopic. I try not to let it bother me to much, and I try to watch TV.
A/N: Aw cute little Sasuke, doesn't know what his own subconscious has already excepted.