I'm not back, persay. But I had them, and I had a moment, so I thought I'd give them some ears.
We All, Hapless.
1/3
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It was the sound of workmen's thudding to the floor that woke him, though he didn't move. Listening to the tired grunts and groans as he could hear a belt being taken off, a shirt falling to the floor, and then the closet being ransacked. All sounds that made him quirk a small smile, because as the soft sheen of the light ticked off again- though that was never what woke him- he could feel the covers move behind him, the bed shift, a small burst of cold air (that made him shiver only a touch as goosebumps rose of his arms) let the taller man take his usual spot on the other side of the bed.
And with a few more groans, all just a bit more tired than the former, there was an arm quickly around him, and a heat on his back. Itachi let himself smile a bit. "What time is it," he asked, voice sounding drowsy regardless that he knew he was mostly awake. Chapped lips laid a small kiss on his clothed shoulder before he could feel the other rise slightly to look over him at the clock across the room.
"Just after three," the other man replies, as his body quickly returns to its almost engrained spot behind him.
"Not too late then," he found himself saying, referring to their earlier conversation. The vibrations of the other body chuckling made him curl into him a bit more.
"Still pretty late," he chuckled out, his voice amused. But his arm somehow seemed to tighten even more and Itachi couldn't not smile. Then another kiss was laid behind his ear. "Go back to sleep, boy." He let out a chuckle to their terrible pet names and felt himself nodding, mind already complying.
"Missed you, Kisame."
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The next morning, he woke as usual; alone. Rolling over and stretching Itachi didn't bother to feel the bed, because regardless that the other man had gotten home and to sleep around three, he would have been up at seven- computer running in the living room, and phone to his ear listening to messages.
But by nine, which was when the elder Uchiha would usually get up, Kisame would have already had that done and be halfway through making breakfast- which by the time Itachi had gotten his coffee fix in him would be done. But, that was nothing new- a completely normal Friday morning for both of them. Then they'd physically do nothing all day- Kisame would take up the bed with paperwork for the restaurant, while Itachi would do his school work at the desk a few feet away. They'd talk some, have lunch and generally just co-exist most of the day.
It was something they were just used to. It was how the functioned best.
They'd watch a movie at night, or just something on TV, while eating whatever take-out they'd decided on. Then they'd go to bed, which sometime would include sex, others not- just depended on their needs. And Itachi would get his best night of sleep for the week either way.
Saturday would be the day that they'd do something. Go to Muro, a movie, or maybe out to dinner- never anything fancy, just usually something. And Saturday night, sometimes even as early as the evenings were always spent in bed. Talking, dozing, sometimes, again, sex- but it never mattered what they did most of the time. Because on the weekends they were able to just be alone, together.
Sundays were usually the bad days, the days that waking up was hard, where moving took coached effort because Kisame would have to be gone by four, in the car, back to the main house.
And Sundays, Itachi always found himself wondering how it was that Koga Mitzu managed to find the most talented and driven boys, who four out of seven were gay. Which when only one out of the younger five was completely straight- Koga had the slightest chance of getting a blood heir, and even then he'd have to share it with one of his best friends. His rant would end when Kisame was out the door, ending with a small prayer to the long dead soul of Koga Mitzu that Karin Iwa never had a child anyway.
Then the weekend would be over, and Itachi would attend his eight classes and three music rehearsals over the four days. He'd spend his evenings with their friends, and on the off chance they'd be able to meet up somewhere in between, which would only make it more of a rush for the weekend. His days would be spent socially between keeping Hana happy, while dealing with one problem or another that one of the Iwa siblings would throw at him- even if only for distractions sake.
But for some reason, that Tuesday felt different, as he made his way across campus from the English building to the Arts Hall.
SAMI's School of Arts was one of the best in the country- it was well known and employed the best staff that could teach anything the best. Within SAMI's were three parts- visual, musical and performance based studies, along with any basic college courses. Most people would have looked at Itachi two years ago and laughed at the thought that he would go into SAMI's Arts to take Performance. Dancing, if he was being blunt- Like on a stage, in front lots of people. Less would believe he was damn good at it.
He blamed Hana for it. But he'd always been good at carrying a rhythm in his feet. And in SAMI's he was fine with being second best- though he could pull an eight page paper out of his ass ten times better than Sasori Akasuna ever could hope to- it was probably the only reason they were able to remain anything near friends.
But he made his way into the large building and then toward the amphitheater, Itachi made his steps not falter upon seeing two of his fellow students looking at him from the edge of the stage like he'd hit their dog.
Deidara Iwa was the son of Saito Iwa- the 'I' in SAMI School of Arts, and as long as Itachi had known the elder Iwa sibling he'd been trying to understand why people didn't just know when some people were gay. Regardless that he was in league for number three at SAMI's in the dance program, looking at the blond hair that Itachi had never seen be above his shoulder, and the subtle make-up he tried to lie about wearing some days- Dei was just 'shut the hell up' gay.
And then there was Sasori. The number one at SAMI's, but somehow no one had ever (that Itachi had ever heard of) made a stab at Sasori's sexuality. He hadn't even wondered until he'd run into the red-head at Muro one night about two years ago, only to find his tongue halfway the throat a rather slim male. It was a two-second shock. Maybe because he was Sasori Akasuna- the only child of SAMI's 'A'. But when both of them were starring you down, Itachi noted right then, it wasn't hard to believe they'd been together for a little over a year now.
"What's wrong," he decided to call, before they had a chance to implement their own plan.
"You know how Kuro and Gaara are living with the Nara's now," Deidara decided to ask as he finally reached normal speaking distance, and Itachi nodded- he'd been kept in the loop when Sasori and his cousin, Temari Sabaku (The 'S' in SAMI's) had suddenly missed a week and a half of rehearsals. Chancing a glance at the red-head, Itachi found the oddly stone look on his face to resemble a low limit time-bomb.
"Yes. What about it?"
"Did ya know they're going to school with your little brother." Itachi held back a small startled reaction at that.
"No," he ventured tentatively.
"And that means, by association, Hana's little brother?"
"No," he tried again.
"And, so you didn't-"
"Jesus Christ, Brat," Sasori finally blew up, eyes rolling at his partner, "Take a year." Deidara merely let out a huff as Sasori drew their conclusion much faster. "The point is, Kuro's fucking around with Hana's little brother. And apparently they're a lot alike."
"Oooh."
And-
"You're shitting me," was Hana's immediate reaction when Itachi decided to relay this message, the following evening when they met for an emergency dinner. Itachi had no reassurance to suggest he was, and then he watched as his oldest friend accepted that by picking up her glass of red wine and chugging it. "This is.." she began after clinking the glass back onto the table, "This isn't good." And Itachi couldn't disagree.
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