Title: none
Narrator: 3rd person past.
Rating: PG.
Author: Taes.
When I wrote it: June 15th, 2006.
Status: unknown. Up for grabs.
What I wrote it for: my twin's birthday.

Sasuke leaned against the car door, listening vaguely to the rolling hum of the road. His mother tried to coax conversation out of a vaguely irritated Itachi, and a slightly amused Fugaku.

"Just like for Itachi's birthday, yes, Sasuke?" Mikoto had smiled. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

Sasuke mumbled something to the window. His stomach was upset by the constant rolling of the car.

Itachi looked at Sasuke with softly dark eyes, but he offered no comment. The two brothers shared a quiet gaze as the car settled to a halting stop.

Speaking quietly, Fugaku murmurs in a very satisfied tone, "The trial yesterday went very nicely…no mishaps, except for the local representative. He had been making a scene about gay marriages with a lesbian couple sitting in the front row…it put a bad light on the situation…"

Itachi pulled lightly on Fugaku's sleeve. His expression was passive, but not blank. Then he looks at his father, and slender fingers drop to the side of deep black fabric. This clothing, modeled after some mockery of formal garb, opened up in a broad collar round as millennium, and as secretive as the moon veiled by clouds.

Sasuke looked to his older brother with shaded, sullen eyes. "Aniki…" he murmured, soft enough to disguise his irritation, and low enough to pass as a warning, too.

No one but the elder son noticed a change in the boy.

The waitress smiled at the company as she came forward, recognizing Sasuke from the few times he'd smuggled lunch money and allowances into the restraint to afford a meal. She glanced briefly at the frail, elegant woman the sons favored, and then to the father, with his solid stance and too firm mouth. Itachi smiled in a way that stole gazes and froze blood. The waitress hastily looked away, and ushered the youngest son by the shoulder.

"I wondered what you meant, Sasuke, when you said you'd come again on Thursday…" she laughed a little merrily, a little nervously. "Are you all related?"

Itachi smiled coolly, showing a glimpse of red tongue. "We share blood," he said cryptically, "or spill it."

Turning away from the group, Sasuke hastily explained, "My mother, my father, and my older brother."

The family sat at a table away from the light, and Fugaku frowned just a bit. "Second rate restaurant, wouldn't you think? I imagine the food comes from a poor Asian market…it's not even Japanese." He looked at Sasuke dourly. "Are you certain this is where you'd like to have your birthday?"

Sasuke scowled into his steepled fingers, hiding his expression from calculating eyes. "I'm sure."

Mikoto smiled kindly at her son. "I'm sure they have fine food…at a decent price, too." She murmured with a laugh. "This shouldn't be more than eating at home, yes?" Glancing up and down the menu, she decided to try something 'exotic' to her cultivated tongue.

"Do you want to share a plate?" Sasuke asked Itachi quietly. "If we order appetizers, drink the soup, and eat lunch each…we'll have left-overs…" he waited patiently for his brother to uncross his arms and consider the proposition.

"You don't want left-overs?" the silence broken was heavy. "I thought you liked it."

Sasuke scowled into the table. "It might get thrown—"

"We can share."

Sasuke smiled lightly. "Okay." He closed his menu. "Do you want—"

"Yes."

"…right…"

Sighing, Mikoto signaled the waitress.

So. Wanna play with it:) Go ahead.

...this was found in an abandoned, lost notebook of mine. If I find any more, I"ll let you know. (: Though this is likely to be the last update Naruto sees from me...