Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Itachi, Mikoto, Fugaku, or Sasuke. They belong to Misashi Kishimoto.
Claimer: I DO own the plot and the OC. Those are mine alone, and only those things.
Pairs: ItachiOC
Warnings: There is incest and a lime at the end of the series. If you don't like it then DON'T READ! This is AU, just to let you know.
Summery: He's always ahead of me no matter what I do. I don't care, though. I'll always be there to catch him if he slips up... and maybe steal the spotlight. AU, ItaOC, incest, and short series.
Chapter 2
The ninth grade! That's when we're considered freshmen in a high school of older smarter teenagers—hopefully, that is
Itachi and I still take the bus and we haven't really expanded our horizon of friends. Itachi finds no need to do that and I'm comfortable with the friends I have now. The only person Itachi talks to, besides me, in school is our cousin, Shisui. I guess you could consider him to be Itachi's best friend.
The both of us are at the top of our class. Nothing's really changed, either. Girls still fawn over Itachi and guys still tend to keep their distance—unless they sit next to me in classes or are my partner in projects or class work.
But, like always, I don't mind.
The only difference is that those girls have gathered enough courage to ask me thinks about Itachi. They like to ask what he likes, what he's into, and what kind of girls he likes. I don't answer them and I usually just ask them why he would tell me this stuff when I'm just his sister. That seems to shut them up.
Sasuke is nine years old and goes to the third grade now. Girls have started to look at him as well, although he's still in that stage where he thinks girls are nasty, but he's starting to get out of that.
For some reason, Itachi and I still have all of the same classes. Every year since we've gotten into school we've had the same classes. I'm actually in band and Itachi has taken gym as his last hour. That's the only time where we've been away from each other. Itachi is the best in his class—and probably in any other classes—while I'm first chair in the trumpets and I've been going unchallenged.
Our parents are proud of us, of course, and my father is setting high expectations for Sasuke which I think is unfair. He didn't ask to be in our shadow, but then again, I don't have the guts to stand up to Fugaku. But, just like I do for Itachi, I'm going to always try to be there for Sasuke. Itachi acts as the object in the way while I'm just going to try to be the one who stays out of Sasuke's life, but at the same time be there to help him whenever he needs it.
I don't want him to hate me like he might hate Itachi someday.
It's after school. Itachi and I always walk home after school because ever since I told him this fact I learned, we both decided to walk. There aren't many kids who walk home from school, but even if this is so we usually take the roads where we won't encounter any of them. Most of the time, cars will honk at us—or maybe just Itachi—and we'd both think that they're idiots.
Fall is here, so we have to wear our jackets since it can get pretty cold. As we're walking along, I like to step on extremely dry leaves to hear them crunch under my feet. I even like to move the soles of my shoes along the sidewalk in the floor of dead, fallen leaves.
I'm looking at the bright colored leaves as I kept my hands behind my back. Itachi's footsteps can be heard right beside me and I can see both of our feet walking in sync. I suddenly felt very curious about something so I looked up and turned to Itachi and he turned to me with his normal blank face.
"Itachi… what do you think of me?" I asked out-of-the-blue.
"I think many things of you," Itachi answered vaguely.
"Tell me something specific," I commanded.
"I think you're a girl who should be noticed not because of what was set out for you, but for what you set out for yourself," Itachi answered again.
"I… don't understand what you're saying," I said as I concentrated on what I just heard.
"You will," Itachi assured me. "You will probably when you're older. What do you think of me?"
I smiled and giggled as I looked back down at the brown, orange and red leaves that littered the sidewalk and yards. I tucked some hair behind me ear as a gust of wind blew and I answered, "To be specific, I think that you're a quiet genius who's extremely strong emotionally and physically since you haven't cracked under the pressure."
"That's a very high view of me," Itachi muttered.
"I'm sorry," I said, looking to Itachi with an apologetic look.
"Nah, its okay Tomoyo. I'm actually glad that you think that of me," Itachi said to make me feel better.
Itachi and I kept talking about random things from school and from things we've seen or heard all the way until we made it back home. Being in high school, we get to make it to school before Sasuke so we could get ready to eat some sugar to make sure that Sasuke's constant talking about the day's daily events won't make us go to sleep.
When we went inside the house, we took off our shoes and Mikoto came to greet us before walking back into the kitchen to continue making dinner ready for when we would eat it. I picked up my shoes and went back to my room and got some different ones.
When I came out, Itachi was coming out of his room and we went to the backdoor. We put on our new shoes again and went out into the backyard. We walked over to the swing and sat down by each other.
As we began to swing, I noticed that there are few birds that were chirping their hearts out while flying around in the air or sitting on the branches of vibrant colored trees. The wind is blowing along and it caresses my face making the air feel chilly. A couple of leaves would fall down to the ground with a single gust on wind and the long grass—that needs to be mowed—can be seen bending in the direction the invisible force went.
"It's chilly," I announced, snuggling into my warm jacket. "I should've brought some gloves. In fact, I should've gotten a jacket with pockets like you did."
I grumpily glanced at Itachi's sleeves where his hands disappeared into his coat's pockets and then pouted to myself as I put my hands underneath my thighs in an attempt to warm them up. I felt something tap my wrist and I looked and saw Itachi's hand outstretched. I glanced very quickly up at him to see him still staring forward with his usual blank face. I gave a small smile and set my left fist into his hand and he wrapped his fingers around my cold skin and he felt surprisingly warm.
"Feeling a bit better now?" Itachi asked after a moment.
"Much better," I said with a smile.
This is the second story of a seven-story series which means that this is a short series. Reviews would be appreciated!