Warning: touch of incest/overprotective Itachi, OOC, fluff
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Chapter 9: Training
It was one of those days where we, as in Sasuke and I, enjoy front-row seats to Itachi's training. I turned my attention to the younger boy beside me. His eyes were large and sparkling and there was a drool trailing from his mouth. Looking back at Itachi, his chest was bare and glistening with sweat. His movement were swift and elegant like a dance. His sweat flew off like sparkles in the air. No matter how well I practice my sword skills, I could never show off like Itachi. I mean, I could seriously draw a fan club from one performance.
"One day, I'll be as strong as Itachi and go on missions with him."
I knew Sasuke dreamt of this but I doubt his protective big brother would let him do it. If he did though, Itachi would work twice as hard to make sure not a scratch lay on Sasuke. Anyone who succeeded in scratching Sasuke would suffer punishment worse than death. And then I will be the one who has to clean up everything and make sure Itachi doesn't get sent to the mental hospital by Konoha and Sasuke getting bubble wrapped by his brother.
"Haste makes waste. Please take your time getting stronger. A long time." Preferably never.
But Itachi would definitely want Sasuke to be his housewife. Considering his plans to cancel his arranged marriage last week, I should start planning a long vacation at Stone Village and avoid whatever madness Itachi was going to start.
"Thank you for the water. Could you help me collect the kunais, Sasuke?"
"Sure thing, Nii-san!"
"Gah, when did you start the housewife training, Itachi? I haven't decided which hot springs I should check out."