UGH, writer's block can lick my butt.
And I lost my precious Blackberry! D: So I've been sulking away for the past few days, hoping someone may come across it; however, my school is full of delinquents and I doubt that the one who has it will have even a single strip of kindness in their heart to return it.

Sasuke rolled onto his back, laying on his unkempt bed. A scowl etched itself onto his face as he glared at the ceiling.

Konoha, huh...?

With a sigh, he sat upright and stood up from the mattress, throwing his loose white shirt over his head before leaving his bedroom, desiring to visit his recuperating brother in the room just a few doors down.

Koneko had completely reconstructed Itachi's nerves and lungs. His throat had received some damage as well, due to the consistent coughing and hacking that was done by him in the past. Severe injuries, such as his burnt arm and the deep laceration on the back of his thigh were both healing very well. Even the bump on his forehead that he had received upon dying had healed.

After a brief walk through the dim, chilling hallway, Sasuke eventually reached the door to his brother's bedroom chamber. Knocking quietly, he awaited a response from the other side of the room.

"..Yes?"

Sasuke smirked slightly upon opening the oak door. He found his older brother in a rather odd situation which he was currently buried in a sea of warm blankets - thanks to Koneko's care - and a smile etched onto his lips.

"Otouto," Itachi greeted, removing his arms from beneath the layers of bedding, "how are you?"

Scoffing, the raven haired boy took a seat by the bedside, "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"No," He removed the red tie from his hair before running his hand through the charcoal lengths absentmindedly, "I've been asked that too often as of late.."

The younger shinobi enquired, "Koneko?"

He smiled fondly as he responded, "Yes.."

Sasuke's thoughts of Konoha immediately returned after fully observing the state of his brother, "Itachi..."

"Hm?"

Sighing, he replied, "I'm considering the return to Konoha.." Their eyes met briefly. Black and blind, snowy gray.

A tug pulled at Itachi's lips, "What better place to rebuild the clan?"

"We have to make it more than what it was. To improve our ideology, Niisan."

The older brother laughed as he settled further into the comfortable pillows behind him, "Perhaps you should be head of the clan then?

"No," Sasuke frowned, defiantly folding his arms across his chest, "Otousan always had hopes for you to be clan head. You should take that position."

"Sasuke, things such as that do not interest me in the slightest. I simply complied to father's requests and demands because I am eldest and was burdened with these responsibilities." Itachi sighed before eying him empathetically.

"Then you should already know the duties of clan leader." The younger reasoned, "You were meant to take the position after Otousan, so you must."

A soft smile slowly made its way across Itachi's face, "We'll see." He threw the blankets off of him and moved his legs over the edge, "Now, I'll need your assistance with something, little brother."

Bewildered at Itachi's sudden energetic movement, Sasuke replied with slight wide eyes, "Erm.. with what?"

"I will attempt walking to improve my recovery," The eldest brother smirked as he began to lift himself off the mattress. It was apparent that he wouldn't be able to stand for long without his knees caving in, "and you must oversee my progress."

"Koneko will be furious.."

Itachi chuckled in agreement, "True. However, I will harbor the blame."

Sighing, the navy haired male wrapped his arm around his brother's lower back to steady him, "Right then, letsgo."

.

The day progressed well from then on. Itachi made excellent improvements in his ability to move, however occasional aid of the younger Uchiha was necessary perchance the ex ANBU began to stumble.

"Tch," Sasuke caught the arm of Itachi as he nearly plummeted to the ground, "don't push yourself, it will only make a bad impact on your body."

Holding onto him for support, the prodigious man replied, "You know as well as I that every Uchiha is naturally stubborn."

Smirking proudly, "Yeah, I know."

They continued walking for a while longer. The younger provided Itachi with the steady arm that was required to achieve a paced, careful walk. His legs were still somewhat in poor condition, but he knew that with occasional movement, he would reach an even swifter recovery.

And the sooner he was well, the sooner they could leave.

"Niisan..." Sasuke mumbled begrudgingly. Glancing at him, the older brother responded, "Yes, Sasuke?"

"... Lets go home," Their eyes met in all seriousness, "to Konoha."

Itachi smiled before nodding.