Itachi sighed, walking unannounced into his little brother's room where he saw the boy sewing a dress, he didn't question it though as he lay down on the younger one's bed.
"What do you want?"
"What do you see in her?" He asked, exasperated.
Sasuke glared at his big brother, he wasn't able to speak to his English partner seeing she had been bombarded by one of Itachi's loud friends.
"Well, Sasuke?"
"I don't know, why even bother to ask...? You don't approve, remember?" The young Uchiha spat out, continuing to sew away.
"Is that for her?"
"No, it's for me..." Sasuke muttered, "Of course, we have a project together."
"Stop being bratty, Sasuke."
"Why did you choose her then? To pick on me?!" He asked, pouting as he stabbed the dress menacingly. "Just so you can steal her away?!"
"I've no interest in a girl with no brains." Itachi muttered.
"If she had no brains, why'd you accepted her into the Akatsuki?"
"Don't you dare call us that again, Sasuke!" Itachi commanded.
"Akatsuki! Akatsuki! Akatsuki!" The boy shouted and soon there were screams and shouts for help coming from the Uchiha boy's room.
Their father sighed, just finishing with his paper, "Those two never get along..."
"Oh they do, honey- they're just fighting over Harou-san's daughter, that's all." Mikoto smiled at her husband as she cooked.
Heh, I haven't gotten to class in a couple days.. *sigh* I hope you guys' are doing well.