Chapter 11. A visit and a visitor.

Ki had a very bad feeling about it all. A very –very bad feeling. First, he was going against his principles in that one- his parents had taught him to respect other people's private lives and decisions. And he would never- ever even consider to lecture somebody on love matters, not talking about interfering in affairs that involved something close to pedophilia.

Ki felt sorry for Sasuke. If it wasn't the whole helplessness of the situation, one could probably just ignore. But Ki was not the person who could ignore. From the other side, he did not want to go against Sasuke and simply report Itachi to the authorities. The thought had crossed Ki's mind, but he decided to meet with Itachi first, and then act accordingly.

If Itachi was a pedo- bastard who had been using Sasuke and was planning on continuing doing it, then the outcome would be one and only possible. But Ki had to be certain.

The trick with the visit was not only Ki's personal opinion about the matter, it was about approaching Itachi so that not to get killed and at the same time to try to get out of him as much as possible. And to do it somewhere without raising suspicions of his wife. He didn't want Kushima involved in the conversation.

So standing by the doors of the Uchiha's mansion and gathering his thoughts, Ki mentally prepared for an unpleasant meeting with a man in his thirties, probably not very attractive and maybe even fat-ish. That's how Ki thought Itachi would look.

He knocked. It took some time until he heard steps behind the door. When it opened, Ki bowed low and pronounced

"Sumimasen. My name is Ki Wong and I'm seeing Uchiha Itachi-san on personal matter. Is there any possibility I could meet with him?" Ki was still bowing and waiting for the answer and therefore he couldn't know if it was Itachi or his wife who answered.

There was a moment of hesitance from the person who opened, then a pleasant young male voice said.

"I am Uchiha Itachi. What is this about? "

Ki straightened up and looked at Itachi for the first time. What he saw shocked him.

Firstly, Ki expected Itachi to be much older than himself, but in fact it was quite on the opposite. Itachi was either the same with him age or one year older at the most. Itachi had a calm, beautiful face with aristocratic features and somehow he had an uncanny resemblance to …Sasuke.

Ki, cleared the throat and lowered his voice a little, not to attract unwanted attention to the topic of their conversation, as he wasn't sure if Kushima was nearby.

"The matter concerns Sasuke-kun", he said.

Itachi paled a little and nodded, inviting Ki inside. They walked into the kitchen.

When they sat down and Itachi placed two cups of tea on the table, one for the guest and one for himself, Itachi said something that made Ki choke on the hot liquid.

"So what about my brother?"

Ki looked at Itachi with wide eyes.

"Is Sasuke –kun your...sibling?"

Now it was Itachi's turn to get surprised. But he quickly found himself.

"Please, Ki-san, was it? Would you mind explaining me what is the purpose of your visit? Is it some form of trouble my brother gotten himself into?" Itachi arched his brow and awaited the reply.

Ki hesitated a moment then re-told the story of him meeting Sasuke up to the moment of several hours ago.

"I see", concluded Itachi. "And you are here, once again, for what reason?" asked Itachi, with which he puzzled Ki even more.

Indeed, how can one state to a person who is guilty in having sex with his seventeen-year-old brother that it is not right.

Or is it?

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Sasuke was sitting in the kitchen, head resting on the palms of his hands. There was a half empty glass of see-through beverage in front of him on the table. Vodka.

Sasuke thought of how much he hated this drink and why would he have to drink it.

But. Ki took his word for it, that Sasuke would pour five glasses into himself while Ki was gone. Five large glasses. Sasuke was on his third. And. He didn't feel like drinking at all.

It was sadly reminding him of the first stage of alcoholism- you drink when you have problems. You search to find the solution while drinking or you just drink to forget. It all fit in well to Sasuke's situation. Sasuke didn't know what to do next. How to live. How to breathe. How to function. Without Itachi. Tch. Stupid.

Sasuke lifted the glass and looked inside of it.

"Usuratonkachi", Sasuke said to the drink. Then he smirked and emptied his glass. He gagged and covered his mouth with his hand for a moment. But no, great Uchihas could handle much more than three fucking glasses of vodka. Easily.

With slightly shaky hands Sasuke opened the jug with the deadly and much hated liquid and generously filled up his glass. The smell of the beverage made him wanna run to the tap and drink, but instead of that he slowly walked up to the breadbox, cut off a slice of dark bread and sniffed it.

That helped. Indeed, reading books could be educative and...Helpful. In situations like that. Sasuke smirked. He couldn't recall where he had read about this hint. And did it really matter? He took his slice of bread and returned back to his seat at the table.

He looked at the clock. It passed only four and a half hours. Four and a half hours since Ki had left. Since Ki had left to talk to ...Itachi.

"Fuck", Sasuke said to himself, frowning and he emptied the glass in one go, this time pressing the piece of bread to his mouth and nose directly and inhaling it for longer time.

He felt the burning water run down his throat into his stomach. He thought he could sense it swirling around his stomach walls, as if it was wine in a glass of a taster for degustation purposes. He closed his eyes. Sasuke could hear his heartbeat in his ears. His head and eyes started drawing circles of their own free will.

"Perfect. I'm getting drunk", stated Sasuke, looked at the bread slice. Unexpectedly for himself he tore a bite of it with his teeth and unwillingly chewed it.

"You are not even tasty." he said to the slice, accusingly glaring at it and then dropped it on the table next to his empty glass.

"And you wait for your turn. Stop glaring!" he said to the glass.

Then Sasuke opened the jug. That was it, his last drink. He almost kept his promise. It was left only to transfer the liquid from one container to the other and then …

"Stop jumping!" Sasuke hissed at the jug, which was trying to get close to Sasuke's glass, maybe even too close, dinging and dangling but not willing to cooperate the way Sasuke wanted it to.

"You will never be as close as me and Itachi", he said to the jug and the glass, feeling sorry for them because of that. He giggled. Funny. Being drunk.

In the end, the operation 'beverage refill' was complete. Successfully. Sasuke wiped off his forehead with his sleeve.

He was sweating.

He took his glass in one hand, stood up and announced to the invisible audience, making a toast

"Here! I drink this my last and fifth glass of this poison because...-" , he stumbled. Why on earth was he drinking? He forgot. Again. Hn.

"...However, …-", continued Sasuke

"...I have probably decided to continue with them two…-" he pointed at the 'guilty couple'- the glass and the jug

"...because...hn!"

With this words Sasuke meaningly bowed to the 'audience' and emptied his glass in one go and sat down again.

"Don't tell me I'm drunk. Because I ain't " he said, stretching on the table, face in the wooden desk.

All his thoughts started to mix up in his spinning head. Sasuke considered getting up, but he was wobbly. Very wobbly.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Sasuke lifted his heavy head.

"Fuck off. I'm not at home", he shrieked to the one who was bothering him.

The knock repeated.

"I said. No one's home. Go and knock somewhere else!" he shrieked again, but made an attempt of getting up. A sad attempt at that. The chair flew from under his bum and Sasuke had to grab the table with his hands to keep his balance.

Then Sasuke heard the key turning and the door opened.

"Ki, you bastard! You made me get fucking drunk!", screamed Sasuke at the visitor. Who else could it be? In the meantime Sasuke decided it would be safer to sit on the floor. He nearly tipped the table with him and landed on his soft part.

"Fuck. Itai! Ki, my ass hurts because of you!" Sasuke screamed again.

Nobody answered but Sasuke heard approaching steps, they moved towards the kitchen, in his direction.

"I'm here, Ki" Sasuke waved from under the table.

Strong grip and he got pulled out on to the 'surface'.

"Hello, brother" Itachi's voice said.

N/A: haha, a cliffhanger. again. I know. Don't execute me. I will update soon. We are getting to the culmination of this story here...(spoiler!)...so yeah..stay with me to the end! I love you all. And thank you for all the kind words & comments. You guyz are the best!

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