"Alright I will use it. But I'm not fucking meeting with anybody and you are not to spy on me, are we clear!" – Sasuke stated vehemently.
"That will be fine for the moment." – Itachi nodded his head in agreement.
"Good, then give me the stupid credentials" Sasuke demanded with less force in his voice now, his head still throbbing from the fight.
Itachi just smirked; his brother was just too cute.
'Delete, delete, delete' the word repeated itself monotonously in Sasuke's head like a broken record for the past two hours. Each word accompanied by a movement of an elegant finger adding a clicking sound to the continuous loop of three syllables. The hand-eye coordination trained to an impeccable level, sliding seamlessly from one part of the application to another, hitting the icons with absolute precision. Initially bored eyes grew angrier with each new message. Scanning the content of the freshly opened window, the muscles finally outpaced the brain, his hand moving on its own accord to the upper right corner of the window. Click.
Sasuke blinked. "DELETE, FUCKING DELETE!" he yelled having ultimately reached his boiling point, slamming his left hand on the desk. 'I'm done with this shit! Seriously how many morons could be out there! How much air was wasted on people with brains the size of a peanut!' Sasuke stood up, his thoughts raging. He has read it all, "how cute he was, whether he did selfies or would upload more pictures of himself, if he had a piercing where no one could see it or if he listened to one stupid teenage band or another…".
Even though he has altered the profile the very second his brother has provided him the login details the flood of messages didn't stop. At least the tonality changed from blunt obscene to mostly crackbrained after a couple of days. Now instead of asking him for a fuck in the back road they asked him infantile and absurd shit.
He settled for disclosing only basic information about himself, concise but accurate. Sasuke in general wasn't fond of lying and didn't see any reason to start doing it now. The solitary photograph, a recent shot made by Itachi pictured him listening to music while on his way to school. The pain in the ass, that was supposed to be his big brother, must have been hiding behind a bush like a pervert when he took it. Together with a nickname the new profile details substituted the previous crap and put a sock into Itachi's teasing mouth, at least for the moment.
Deciding that enough was enough Sasuke picked up the book that he was currently reading and went downstairs. It was Sunday afternoon and Itachi wasn't home, the apartment pleasantly quiet. Grabbing a Coke from the fridge, Sasuke sat down on the couch in the living room, immersing himself in the book.
And this is where Itachi found him. The book held loosely in a slack hand that rested on the couch, Sasuke deeply asleep. Carefully Itachi withdrew the tome, looking at the cover 'The Fountainhead' it said. Turning it over Itachi eyed the page where Sasuke stopped reading before he dozed off "When one makes enemies, one knows that one's dangerous where it's necessary to be dangerous. There are things that must be destroyed – or they'll destroy us". "Tch. There is no hope for you little brother", Itachi murmured, so as not to wake the relaxed figure. Shaking his head, he went to get a blanket. Putting it over the sleeping form, he proceeded to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
The spicy scent of curry woke Sasuke up. He looked around slightly disoriented, the darkness in the room indicating that it was evening already. He lingered just for a moment, mentally preparing himself for another confrontation with his surrogate parent. Wearily Sasuke stood up and made his way to the kitchen. Opening the door, he was greeted with the onslaught of light and odors making him cringe. Itachi was stirring the food, his dark clothes protected by an apron.
"Good evening Sasuke", Itachi greeted.
"Hn."
"A fountain of joy I see", Itachi's voice didn't conceal his joviality.
"What the fuck Itachi?" Sasuke asked, irritated by the strange comment.
"Oh, nothing really. Be a good birdie and set the table, the curry will be ready in a minute."
Glaring at the back of his sibling for another moment, Sasuke moved to the cupboard taking out the dishes and cutlery. His already bad mood hitting rock bottom. He was feeling it; another aspersion and he would snap again. Itachi seemingly oblivious to the change in atmosphere serenely placed the pot in the middle of the table and sat down, ready to dig in. The family dinner was something of an implicit tradition, one of the few things both valued after their parents had passed away ten years ago. A cherished and yet hated tradition as of late.
After a while Itachi initiated the onslaught. "Well?"
"Hn."
"I see."
Finishing his meal Itachi smirked and gathered the used dishes. "I hope you'll enjoy talking to your classmates tomorrow then".
"What?" Sasuke nearly choked on the last bite staring incredulously up at his brother. "Would you mind your own fucking business for once?"
"Oh, I do", Itachi answered looking directly at the scowling young man. "You have until midnight to change my mind."
"You degenerated son of a bi…". "Ah ah ah" Itachi's index finger accentuated each interjection as it was spoken. "She was your mother too, after all."