I loathed the famous Uchiha Itachi with a passion. I am glad that he suffered and hopefully still is suffering. He is all alone. Has no one. His parents…gone. His brother…gone. His clan…gone. He is miserable and lonely, like how I was. He now feels my pain and understands what I went through.
But is that right? Is it? Just because I went through pain, and felt severe pain, does that mean he has to feel the pain too? Right now, he is suffering and probably needs an encouraging friend. But doesn't he have that? He's freaking rich! Of course he would have that. He could buy whatever he wanted! Yeah, he could, but he can't buy back his family, his clan, his brother. Everyone knew how much he adored his brother. But why do I care? I hate him… loathe him… abhor him. I should not be even thinking about him. I should not care about his happiness. I should be glad, delighted and overjoyed that he is suffering. Yes. I shall never forget what he did to me. Never.
I pulled into Sasori's driveway, and absent mindedly, made my way to his front door and knocked. No one answered. I knocked again. Still, no one answered. I knocked again, with fear, and tried to open the door. To my surprise it was open and I let myself in. The house was empty. Quiet.
"Sasori?" I yelled, "Are you home?" Fear filled me. I thought he was sick? Did something happen? Someone coughed upstairs. Sasori. I ran upstairs and made a bee-line towards his room. On his bed, lay a lump, covered in thick blankets, surrounded by tissues and a trash can to the left of his bed. Oh my god. Was Sasori this sick? Why didn't he tell me? "Un, are you okay?" I asked, unsure of my voice. Idiot! Of course he's not okay. Just look at him. Well, the lump on his bed. I walked towards him, and slowly removed his blankets, unsure of what I may see. "Hi, un," I whispered. Oh god. It killed me to see him like this.
"Hi," he whispered back. I felt his forehead. It was blazing. I kissed his forehead and I could tell that he was shivering.
"Did you eat anything as yet, un?" I asked him, certain of his answer.
"No," he replied, before coughing. Of course. Hmm… I wonder if he has any of those cup soup things.
"I will be right back, un," I said. I gently got up from his bed and made my way downstairs. I scanned his cupboards, looking for soup. Fortunately, I found two and I heated them immediately. I then browsed through his medicine cabinet and got some tablets for him. I walked back to his room and gave him the soup, which he gladly accepted. Chicken noodle soup was his favourite. I smiled. I wonder if he knows little things like that about me too. As he ate, I cleaned up his mess, mostly used tissues, and, straightened out his bed. Ewww. That was disgusting - used tissues. Man or not… it was definitely abominable. Then I removed the trash can from his bed and placed it on the ground.
He finish ate and I rested the bowl on his study desk. I lifted up his covers and entered his bed. I'm sure he could use a little warmth, in which, I can provide, of course. I snuggled closer to him, grabbing his waist, pulling him towards me. He rested his head on my chest and sighed. I wrapped one of my legs around his leg, bringing him closer and I placed my head on his. My hand roamed about his body, touching him in several places, his thighs, his back and his hair, sending numerous heated sensations throughout his body. I felt him shivered, and automatically brought him closer to me, if it was possible. Now, we were so close to each other, not even a single drop of water would be able to pass through.
I looked down at him, taking in his gorgeousness. His beautiful brown eyes, lined with a thin layer of eyeliner. Small bags were formed under his eyes, which indicated a lack of sleep. My fingers gently brushed through his silky, delicate, red hair. He let out another sigh. I kissed his forehead and tilted his chin upwards. I watched his pulchritudinous eyes, and then looked at his soft, smooth lips. I bit my own lips. Sasori grasped my shirt and I felt his body shiver. I wanted him even closer, but it was unattainable. I leaned forward and my lips brushed his. It was a soft and slow kiss, but pleasurable and gratifying, until he pushed away.
"I don't want to get you sick Dei," he said, looking away.
"I don't care, un," with that, I allocated my body on top of his and cupped his face. God, he was making me hard. I kissed him, slowly and softly, like our kiss before. I was not going to push him, because he was sick. But when he does recover, we'll have lots of fun. After kissing him, I lay beside him and softly massaged his hands.
"Hey, un, if you're feeling better tomorrow, would you like to go for ice cream? And I'm kind of ditching school tomorrow, un," I asked him, feeling totally nervous.
"Yea. That would be very nice. What time?" he asked, never watching me.
"Ummm…. Anytime you want, un," wait… ice cream would not be good if he was still sick. "We will only go if you are feeling better though," he nodded. "Are you going to school tomorrow, un?"
"Nah, if you're ditching, I'll ditch too," he said. His breathing began to even out, and soon he was sound asleep. I listened to his slow breathing, and also began to fall asleep. I really hope he got better tomorrow.