Notes: Finally back with a chapter! Sorry but this one's mainly a conversation.

Warning: touch of incest/overprotective Itachi, OOC, fluff, Everyone-lives AU

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or the Uchiha brothers. Do support Masashi Kishimoto and the official anime/manga releases.

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Chapter 18: Chills

While it is rare ever since the man had gotten himself a genin team to look after, Itachi and I enjoyed eating ramen with our old pal, Kakashi. As I slurped up my noodles, I noticed the silverette trembling.

"I'm getting chills," Kakashi uttered despite the blazing sun shining into the ramen shop.

Glancing to the little shadow hiding in a bush in the distance, I remarked, "You're probably feeling sick. I heard there's a flu virus flying about."

Of course, that sharp-eyed big brother noticed his little brother in the distance.

"Ah, Sasuke's adorable."

"Don't encourage the kid or you won't have friends in the future," I whispered to Itachi.

"Who needs friends when I have Sasuke?" Itachi spoke, not bothering to keep his voice low.

"Where's Sasuke? I haven't seen him in a while," Kakashi turned to us.

"He's over…," Itachi pointed at the direction where we last saw Sasuke.

"Did he get distracted while stalking us?" I exclaimed.

We could clearly see the boy standing before an ice cream shop, a jubilant look on his face.

"Well, that shop rarely sell tomato ice cream and it usually sold out when it is on sale," Itachi reasoned.

"Did your brother just buy three tubs of ice cream?" I questioned

"No, he bought four. He always eat one on the spot." Of course, only Itachi would know that.

"I can feel a stomach ache coming," Kakashi uttered as his face turned green.

"Go see a doctor. I told you; you were sick." I returned to my meal.

"I'm pretty sure the chills was from someone staring at me."

Or maybe the future of Sasuke stabbing you with Itachi's chokuto on his back. I turned back to the kid who was hiding while munching on his ice cream.

"Why does he have your sword, Itachi?"

"He said he wanted to see it so I lent it to him."

"What if he cuts his hand off?!" I nearly screamed in horror.

"He won't. I gave him a replica." I sighed in relief upon hearing that.

"That's good."

"I'll lend him the real one after I finish its maintenance. He needs to see it at its optimum condition."

"That's not the point!"