You are one of God's mistakes

M u r d e r

P a r t II

"I always thought that you were impatient."

"Really?"

"Yes."

The room was dark. The only light was coming from the hallway, leaking in through the half-open door. The house was silent, only the sounds of two dark voices and breathing from one of the bedrooms.

In the bed, two boys lay. Two brothers, to be exact. Itachi and Sasuke. The older was lying on his back, staring up in the ceiling with an expressionless face, while the younger was curled up with his back towards his older brother.

They weren't facing each other, yet they both seemed to know exactly what the other was feeling. Itachi soon spoke up again, his voice a little slower now when he was tired. "I never thought that you could be persistent enough to actually become friends with someone who doesn't want your friendship."

"It wasn't that hard," Sasuke confessed. "But there is something that's bothering me."

"And what is that?"

"What do you do when your friend is in pain? How can I help?"

Itachi sat up, the blankets once covering his lean body falling down over his thighs. "Who is in trouble? Is it Naruto-kun?"

"Just answer the question, Itachi." Sasuke sighed, not moving an inch. His eyes were closed, and his other senses were heightened. The feeling of Itachi's cotton sheets against his sensitive skin; the sounds of Itachi's breathing; the taste of toothpaste in his mouth. It was all coming alive in the dark.

"Well," Itachi started and once again lay down. "If I was you, and one of my friends had some problems, I would probably wait for them to come to me. If he needs help, he'll come to you."

"You think?"

"Yeah, that's what I think."

UAUAUA

When Itachi woke up the next morning, the room was bright and warm. The sun was peaking in through the curtains, and the sheets were a mess by his feet. He looked around, finding that his little brother was lying in his bed.

Remembering yesterday night, where Sasuke had come into his bedroom with some questions, Itachi once again lay down to gather his thoughts.

He couldn't help but wonder if it was Kiba who was in trouble, or if it was some other unimportant person that Itachi didn't care about. He wanted to know if it was Naruto who needed his aid, or if the blonde was okay.

He had no clue why he wanted to know something like this, for what could he do? How would he be able to help even if it was Naruto who needed assistance?

To Be Continued

A/N: I'm ashamed over the delay (and shortness). Yet I feel like I need some critism and tips to be able to continue this story. Don't worry, though, I promise that I will continue this story – but I'm unsure how regular the updates will be. I apologise, and hope that you will help me! (This chapter has not been proof-read.)

For those who are interested in abuse-fics, check out tsubaki uchiha's SasuNaru-story. (God, I'm shameless…)