~FREEDOM~

I should not be doing this.

I should be going out, doing things with my friends and getting the fuck away from my brother. Not making out with him in the laundry room, pressed against the wall harshly because he felt like being forceful again.

With those thoughts in mind I begin to push him away. He detaches himself from my lips to move onto my neck. He nips and licks and sucks in just the right way, perfect and practiced control over me to make me forget I wasn't okay with this. I steel myself and keep trying to push him completely off of me. "Itachi, no-"

He cuts me off by kissing me on the mouth again. I increase my efforts to push him off even further, wiggling around to get out of his grasp. "Hush, Sasuke, you know you want this-"

I let myself become dead weight. I slide straight down to the floor and I move out of his reach, standing up and righting myself. "I don't Itachi. Not if all I'm going to be to you is someone to fuck. If you wanted something serious, then maybe... But who am I kidding? You don't." With that I turn around and walk from the laundry room, going straight upstairs. I was going to go out tonight, with my friends, and I was going to get drunk and be fucked by someone else.

~FREEDOM~

The club I'm in is packed, bodies sliding past each other. Music pulses through, the beat infectious. I knock back my fourth shot of whiskey, resisting the urge to wince from the trail of fire. Next to me, Naruto asks, "Ne, Sasuke, d'ya think you'd go with that guy?" He's pointing at someone across the bar with dark hair and green eyes, wearing a black shirt and jeans. I look him up and down, finding myself nodding.

"Yeah," I say. I have another shot of whiskey and stand. "I'll see you later Naruto. Tomorrow, probably. Bye. And thank you." With that I leave him, sashaying over to the dark haired man. I was wearing my best tight black short shorts and a deep red form fitting tank top. I looked fucking good and knew it. Why not take the opportunity?

~FREEDOM~

He fucks me in the bathroom and then we depart without another word. I'm far from sober and walking funny when I get home at around four thirty in the morning. There are no lights on in the house, so I do my best to be quiet as I go upstairs. It was definitely time to sleep.

The next evening, I limp downstairs and directly to the refrigerator. I get out the orange juice and close it, setting the bottle on the counter and getting a cup and a bottle of aspirin. I take two and sip at my orange juice. Izuna was cooking, Madara leaning against the counter next to him watching. Itachi was sitting at the kitchen table, watching me with narrowed eyes. I stare right back at him.

"Had a good night?" He asks, voice full of malice. I only stare at him harder. "Hope it was a good fuck. From the way you're walking I'd say it was. How many guys did you have, huh? Probably several-"

The pill bottle nails him right between the eyes. "Shut the fuck up, Itachi. You have no right to say those things," I hiss angrily, fists clenching. He was such an asshole. I wanted to strangle him again.

He laughs humorlessly, one hand rubbing absentmindedly at his forehead. "So I'm right. Like I asked, how many?"

I feel my blood boiling. "If it pleases you to know, I had sex with one person last night. But seeing as how I'm not in any sort of committed relationship I see no problem with it. And you shouldn't either."

He grimaces. "Sasuke, you-"

I've had it. "No, not me. The problem isn't me. It's you. You're so fucking bipolar and indecisive, you can't decide what you want. And you're always so rough. Like I don't mean anything to you beyond being someone to fuck until you get tired, until you're satisfied. And then when I go out and be with someone else, you get so damn pissy and criticizing. Well, make up your fucking mind! You don't want me to be with you. You don't want me to be with someone else. How miserable do I have to be before you're happy?!"

Stunned silence. I drink the rest of my orange juice in one go. "Well?" I ask him. He just stares at me, surprise somewhat visible but face otherwise blank. I feel tears well up. Even now he didn't care. I nod slowly, eyes closing. A tear trickles down my cheek. Then I turn and run upstairs.

~FREEDOM~

Fourty minutes later I've finished crying for the most part and gotten dressed. I needed to leave for now. Being in the same house as Itachi wasn't working for me. So I would just go to Naruto's house for a few days. I didn't have anything packed. I didn't need to- I had things over at Naruto's house. He also had some of his things over here. We both had some seriously fucked up relationship issues (he was in love with a redhead by the name of Kyuubi who was attending college in America, markedly less fucked up than me being in love with my older brother who was seemingly bipolar but he still needed moral support from me, sometimes breaking down).

I get my cellphone and call Naruto. After a few moments he picks up. "Yes, Sasuke-chan?" He asks. He was as happy as ever.

"N-naruto?" I ask. I'm still crying a bit, my voice scratchy. "I need you to come get me, please."

He's serious instantly. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes, okay?"

"Okay," I murmur. "See you in a bit."

"See you, Sasuke," he replies. Then he hangs up. I sit on my bed for the first ten minutes. Then I decide to go back downstairs. I wanted to be able to sprint straight outside and into Naruto's car without him even having to knock on the front door.

As I'm walking to the front door I pass Itachi. He grabs my wrist and drags me to him. "Sasuke-" he starts.

I wriggle out from his grip and continue on, picking up the pace. I reach the front door; he's following behind me. I throw it open and run out, heading towards the sidewalk. He's still following me. "Sasuke- Sasuke! Listen to me!"

I whirl around. The sun was setting, stars just starting to come out. "Why?! Why the fuck should I listen to anything you have to say?!" I stare straight at him. Tears begin to stream down my cheeks. Behind me I can hear Naruto's car pull up to the curb and stop. He exits his car and waits on the sidewalk.

He stops just before me. He's hunched in on himself, like he's ashamed. His bangs cover his face. "I... well, Sasuke-chan, I'm really sorry," He whispers. I roll my eyes. Whatever. "I truly am. I know what kind of person I am, and I know with everything in me that you deserve so much more than me. But... please, please, please, don't go!"

He looks up at me, finally. He's crying, teary black orbs gleaming in the low light. A heavy feeling settles in my chest. I've never seen him cry before. I don't think anyone has. He didn't believe in it. "Uchiha Sasuke, I love you. I'm in love with you. Please, don't leave me. I'd fix all that I've done, if I could start again... but I can't and I know I've said and done things to you that you didn't deserve and I can't take back. And I know that there's a lot to make up for. So I'm begging you- please, give me one chance to make things better."

I am quiet. "Itachi, I don't know..."

He nods. He understands. But he's still crying, and that heavy feeling is still in my stomach. "It's okay. If it counts for anything, I didn't ever sleep with that girlfriend. I couldn't. Not after you. You're just... perfect." He trails off.

"Itachi..." I sigh heavily. My heart hurt. It felt like it was breaking. I step forward slowly, until I'm inches from Itachi. Then I sigh again. I wrap my arms around him tightly. I rest my head on his chest and he hugs me back, holding me in his arms like he was never going to let go. From over his shoulder I could see a few stars lining the sky, little bursts of white light shining through the deep blues and violets and blacks. The stars seemed particularly beautiful tonight.

"Thank you," he whispers breathlessly, head resting in the crook of my shoulder. "Thank you. Thank you."

~FREEDOM~

He seemed nervous.

"Calm down," I tell him, looking up at him through my glasses. He glances briefly over at me, then returns to staring at the ceiling.

"I am calm," he replies stubbornly. "Let's just do this, okay?" His wrist is held out, poised somewhat awkwardly. I laugh at him.

"Okay," I tell him. "Relax your wrist against the arm. Yeah, like that." I smile briefly at him. I adjust the band of one of the gloves I was wearing. "Stay relaxed." I pick up the tattoo gun and turn it on. Itachi is obviously barely maintaining his composure. I dip the needle in ink. Time to start. I flip the 'on' switch of the tattoo gun, it buzzing to life promptly. I peer down at his pale skin, the purple outline serving its purpose. I press the needle to his skin.

He squeaks.

I can barely stop from complete laughter. I glance up at him when I lift the needle away, dabbing away excess ink. He was being hilarious. His cheeks were flushed blood red. I look back down and continue tattooing him, turning my focus onto my work. I was going to be professional. If he would at least calm down. Being professional was difficult. I begin again, lowering the needle to his skin. He tenses up somewhat. I begin again. This time he doesn't make a sound, just swallows heavily. I adjust my glasses, shoving them further up so they wouldn't get in the way. I dip the tattoo gun needle into the ink again. Dab away the excess ink. Drag the needle across his skin in swift, practiced strokes. He was clearly making an effort to behave as I'd asked him to. Our relationship had drastically improved after eight long months. We kept it from most of our family, mostly everyone. A few people knew and all were okay. Itachi and I were doing well, better than I ever thought would be. And it was far from what our relationship was before. I am...happy.

~FREEDOM~

End :D

This story was ill-conceived from the start D: i know, I know, shame on me. It was supposed to be light-hearted and happy and pointless with no plot whatsoever. And then here I finish it, with all of this plot and heaviness. Yeah, sorry D: I believe this had some semi-funny moments but it didn't have near the humor that I wanted it to. So. I am a fail ;.; Please tell me what you thought!

...i shouldn't have even finished D: this ending was terrible...