Author's note: This is for AngelofFate who requested a second chapter. I hope you enjoy the chapter.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto.
Strength Behind The Song
Itachi stepped out into the hallway, closing Sasuke's bedroom door quietly behind himself. It had taken about an hour of silent comfort and gentle rocking before the younger Uchiha had fallen asleep. Sighing softly, the raven returned to his bedroom, to his bedroom, taking a seat in front of his desk to continue calculating this month's bill.
Sasuke had only been twelve years old when their parents had decided to disown him, Itachi had fought hard against this, spending endless hours arguing that Sasuke was worth more than anyone could imagine. Their parents had never understood anything he had to say, and so Itachi had taken Sasuke and ran.
He had given up his inheritance, his schooling and his girlfriend for the young man. Itachi had worked multiple jobs, returning home in the early hours of the morning, only to sleep for a few short hours before waking up to start the day anew. Itachi shook his head slowly at the memory. Overworking had not helped at all; it had only sent him to the hospital instead. Now he had more bills to pay, and looking at the numbers, Itachi slowly curled his hands into fists. He was behind on payments and his salary wouldn't cover this month's bills.
He tried. He tried so hard to keep everything running smoothly, but once again he was failing. He couldn't let this happen! This was Sasuke's last year in high school. He couldn't take that away from him; he wouldn't! He would figure something out.
Standing up from the desk, he walked toward the joint kitchen and lounge, sighing at the small space in front of him. The apartment was tiny, barely having enough space for the standup piano and the loveseat sofa; they didn't even own a tv.
Itachi let his eyes wonder toward the few pictures on the wall, a deep ache forming in his chest as he stared at the smiling faces of his parents. They had never tried to contact them. The morning after they had left Fugaku had announced to the media that he had disowned both of his sons. They didn't care about what happened to them.
Sinking down onto the sofa, Itachi tried to steady his shaking shoulders, ignoring the silent tears rolling down his cheeks. It was just so difficult. He had to be strong so that he could be there for Sasuke, but who was there for him? No one; and so for the millionth time in his life, he laid down on the couch and cried himself to sleep, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day.
Author's note: I haven't written in forever and I'm super depressed at the moment, so sorry if this chapter sucked, but hopefully you enjoyed it. Review and tell me what you think.