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Sasuke shut his eyes, and breathed. When he opened them, a man, twice his height, with spiky black hair that reached his waist, red metal plates for a samurai armor, a gunbai and matching Mangekyou Sharingan eyes, stood in front of him…inside the closet mirror.
…Uchiha Madara…
Sasuke's eyes trailed up and down Madara's body, as Madara assessed him judgingly. He crossed his arms, and Madara crossed his own arrogantly.
"Hn." Sasuke snorted, only it was a girly soft pitch.
"Hn." Madara appeared to snort.
Sasuke's eye twitched.
Madara's eye twitched.
"Hnnnn." Sasuke deepened the pitch of his voice, trying to mimick the original Madara from his memories of the 5th Shinobi War from his past life. "Hnnnnnnnn." He almost sounded like an adult now.
Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps drew closer to his room.
Sasuke quickly shut his mouth and dispelled his transformation jutsu, back into his 5-year-old form.
The door opened to reveal Itachi with his stoic, but secretly concerned, face.
"Nii-san!" Sasuke shouted eagerly, almost choking in his own high pitch. I-Itachi! His eyes filled with tears. "I-I-t-"
"Imouto, was there someone else in your room earlier?" Itachi inquired.
"No," Sasuke immediately shot back. He wasn't lying, it was just himself trying to impersonate Madara Uchiha.
"I…see." Itachi closed his eyes, moving the palm of his hand towards his own forehead. He appeared deep in thought.
"O-Oi!" Sasuke started. Tch! Itachi must be doing all sorts of S-rank missions at this time period, or handling clan politics under my father. Those lines under his eyes; nii-san is stressed out. He probably thinks he was imagining Madara's voice—
Sasuke grabbed Itachi's hand, and felt his brother stiffen at the contact, only to relax. Itachi's hand tightened around his palm and he felt warm and safe. He stared up at his brother with admiring eyes.
Itachi's parted lips turned into a smile as he reached down and gently poked his forehead. Sasuke pouted, but at least it didn't hurt as much as before when he used chakra.
"Did you want to train, little Sasuke?" Itachi questioned. "I may…be able to spare a little time, this time around…"
"YES!" Sasuke tackled Itachi to the floor, hugging him tightly, before realizing what he was doing and quickly withdrew back. This is nuts. I'm acting like Naruto now! Thinking back to those various times when Naruto jumped onto Kakashi and hugged him out of gratefulness. Sasuke shuddered at the memories of the knucklehead that he was embarrassed to be teammates with.
Itachi just sat there numbly, no doubt surprised that Sasuke uncharacteristically hugged him then jumped off like he was a hot potato. Regaining his senses, he cleared his throat. "I have a high-level D-rank mission. Would you like to see how a real mission is done, imouto?" Itachi tempted.
Sasuke smirked, amused. "Yes, nii-san."
But when Itachi lifted Sasuke into his arms, Sasuke freaked out. He'd never been carried anywhere before.
Then Itachi body flickered across Konoha.
Sasuke panicked in Itachi's arms and gained motion sickness—When Itachi reappeared on a rooftop with his arrows positioned to shoot a boar, Sasuke collapsed onto the roof tiles, dead, but not quite.
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Itachi lowered his bow, looking to a dead-looking Sasuke.
Suddenly, the bow was snatched from his hands as Sasuke recovered.
"Nii-san, watch this!" Sasuke exclaimed, pulling back the arrow. He shot it at the boar the same way he used Susanoo and it hit the boar's eye.
Out of rage, the wild boar blindly charged the hay house Sasuke stood on.
"AAAH!" Sasuke jumped onto Itachi's back. "RUN, NII-SAN!"
Itachi was still recovering from the shock that Sasuke hit the bull's eye, so only when the house exploded into pieces that Itachi gripped a firmer hold onto Sasuke's thighs and leapt to a different building.
Sasuke felt dizzy; he didn't notice when the boar finally fell asleep, because Sasuke also fell asleep on Itachi's back.
Itachi sighed. "The arrows were tipped with paralysis. I didn't expect a convenient fluke, but how am I going to explain the blinded eye?"
Frowning, he tilted his head to look at the resting Sasuke, before shaking his head with the same amused smirk his sibling displayed earlier. "Foolish little sister."
Foolish indeed.
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When Itachi arrived home, his father was waiting at the front entrance of their compound
"Ah." Fugaku nodded once. "So that's where you both were."
Itachi inclined his head respectfully, as he fell into step beside his father, walking back towards their living quarters.
"I presume you've been out training Sasuke?"
Itachi wondered about that. "I suppose you could say that, although," Itachi smirked. "Sasuke was sick half the time, and asleep the other half. She has a very fragile body. With a bit of higher speed motion, she has to puke, even when I purposely moved her at a slower speed than the average genin. Her aim is atrocious. She lacks focus, she's clumsy and she's extremely weak. With training and hard work, she can eventually achieve the level of an average shinobi, but that is the fullest extent of her limits." Itachi lied with false determination. It has always been his plan to downgrade every one of Sasuke's achievements whenever he was alone with his father. It was better this way, because Fugaku would ignore Sasuke completely and focus his efforts onto Itachi. Sasuke would remain innocent.
Or at least, that's what he thought.
Sasuke purposely kept his breathing slow to give off the impression of being asleep, but he heard every word. It stung his pride, but at the same time, it explained things he always wanted to know during his childhood.
Fugaku hummed. "I…see."
Wait! I showed father the Grand Fireball Jutsu the other day! Father will find out that Itachi is lying about my weakness! …
…
No…That's actually a good thing. Right?
"Well, kunoichi are meant to be married off for political gain," Fugaku stated bluntly. "I see you've gotten close to Shisui Uchiha, correct?"
Itachi tensed, but nodded.
"Good, good. He's the son of Kagami Uchiha, the Nidaime Hokage's student. Out of all the Uchiha, he has the most power from the Konoha Council, and he's a loyal Uchiha. You must remain in good terms with Shisui as the future leader of our clan," Fugaku advised. "Expect him to become your brother-in-law in the far future."
Itachi was only 9 years old, but he knew what that implied. Sasuke was being betrothed off to his best friend. Itachi's dislike for the Uchiha clan grew a little deeper.
Sasuke, however, was sweating hard and blushing out of humiliation. He kept his cool and pretended to be asleep, but he was pissed. YOU FUCKING FATHER, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING!? AND ITACHI! ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME LOOK BAD?! MY AIM WAS PERFECT! I'M THE ONE TRYING TO PROTECT YOU AND MAKE YOU LOOK WEAK IN COMPARISON, NOT THE REVERSE! I DON'T NEED YOUR PROTECTION! Sasuke pretended to be asleep.
When they entered their home and Itachi put Sasuke back in bed, Sasuke still pretended to be asleep.
When Itachi left the room, Sasuke climbed out the window.
There are a few things I still have to settle. Until then, I don't have time to rest.
Sorry, nii-san. It won't be you saying "Maybe some other time," anymore.
It'll be me.
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