Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
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"Itachi," growled Sasuke angrily.
"Hello, little brother," the missing-nin replied to his brother's
growl. "I see that you are alive and- dare I say it?- happy."
"Get out of my house," Sasuke hissed hateful. Itachi ignored him and
lowered his weapon, walking around the room and inspecting the room's
condition. He stopped at the dresser, and picked up the team photo.
"I suppose that you don't learn very well, do you?" Itachi hissed, in
something like anger.
"What are you talking about?" Sasuke replied, swiftly getting out of
bed, not caring that he was only in his boxers.
"When I killed our clan, I told you to live a hateful, angry life and
to run. But look at this," Itachi said, holding a framed photo up. "Does
this look hateful? No." The picture of Sakura gleamed at Sasuke from his
brother's pallid hand.
"So what if I have a picture of a team member? That implies nothing,"
Sasuke murmured acidly. Suddenly, Itachi entered the closet and came back
with something in his hands.
"Yes, but THIS implies something," the older boy said, smirking
victoriously. He held up one of Sakura's shirts. It was a gold halter top
with spaghetti-straps, with black ties on the sides and black dragons.
"Unless you're a cross-dresser, I believe that a girl is staying with you."
"Her parents are out for a week," Sasuke replied. "She is just
staying here until they get back."
"Is that all?" Itachi asked haughtily. "I have so much more evidence
against you- go get some clothes on." Sasuke blushed as he looked down a
his dark blue boxers.
"What are you doing here, you bastard," Sasuke asked as he pulled
some pants on.
"Just checking up on my only living relative," Itachi shrugged. "But,
then again, at this rate I'll be an uncle,' the teen added icily. Sasuke
"What are you talking about?" hissed Sasuke, facing his brother with
something unreadable on his face.
"Dear brother, first- why would a girl have her clothes in your room?
Why would you be sleeping late in your boxers, unless you had a late
night?" Itachi interrogated.
"Coincidence," Sasuke replied placidly. "That implies nothing. I was
up late training."
"Yes, but tell me, what is that smell?" Sasuke's eyes widened in
shock as well as embarrassment.
"Oh crap," he muttered. Itachi chuckled in mirth.
"Cornered you," Itachi smirked. "Now then, what were you asking? Why
I was here?" Sasuke's eyes darkened as he nodded. "Well, I was passing by
and decided to drop by and see how strong my little brother was doing." The
sarcasm as Itachi said 'strong' was unavoidable. "I should hope that you
are at least as jounin by now." Sasuke looked away coldly.
"Chuunin," Sasuke replied shortly. He didn't even let Itachi reply
before going on. "And I want you out of my house immediately. Sakura
doesn't need to see you here, she doesn't need the stress. I don't want you
"And why not? Afraid that I'll actually waste my time on hurting some
Genin?" Itachi smirked cruelly. "You seem so protective of her. You think
that you are in love."
"We ARE-" Sasuke started, but a cold red glare from his brother
"You think you are in love, but you're wrong. You foolishly cling to
this girl in hopes of forgetting your past. You think that lust is love.
You only pretend you love her, hoping that she'll give out." Itachi's icy
voice grew even colder as he spoke. "You only hang on her because you THINK
that you can feel emotions like happiness and love, when you only feel
hate. You only want to bring her down with you."
"You bastard," Sasuke hissed. "I don't pretend to love her, I do!"
"I don't need to discuss such trivial things as this with you. Your
life is worthless- you are only at Chuunin level. I see that, to become
strong enough for me to waste my time on, I'll have to push you along."
"What?" Sasuke hissed.
"My partner Kisame and I are staying at an abandoned house in this
village. In my- seemingly foolish- beliefs that you will become strong
soon, we will be holding your little girlfriend hostage until you are able
enough to put up a half-decent fight."
"No!" roared Sasuke, lunging for his brother, but missed as the sage
simply brushed past him and slipped out the window.