A/N: People die in this. I forgot that in the warnings. But if you're ok with the show you'll probably be fine with this.
I spent the night anxiously running through Itachi's last five seconds of consciousness and trying to make any sort of sense of what had happened. Maybe he mistook me for someone else? …but that wasn't possible, he had just said my name. Maybe he was going for my forehead and missed? I suppose that could be it, but it definitely didn't feel like the kind of kiss you put on a forehead. Did he do it as a joke? None of his behavior suggested that was at all likely.
Which meant he probably kissed me, on the lips, on purpose. Well, he was drunk, so it wasn't exactly premeditated- just a passing thought he only acted on due to extremely lowered inhibitions. But that also meant on some level he wanted to kiss me. Enough to actually do it when he didn't have anything telling him not to.
And then there was the troubling realization that it was actually rather… nice? So not only did my brother kiss me, but I liked it. Which left only one logical conclusion. I was, on some level, attracted to my brother.
I was pretty sure that was generally considered a bad thing, but what did it mean when he was potentially attracted to me as well? And wasn't that a weird thought. One that gave me a sort of fluttery feeling in my stomach which I felt a strong desire to avoid thinking about in too much detail. I was so screwed.
And besides that mess, there was the part where apparently Itachi wasn't full of shit when he said he cared about me. He was far too drunk to fake that level of emotion and, if he wasn't, he wouldn't have been drunk enough to kiss me.
When morning came and Itachi began to stir, I was exhausted. I'd gotten maybe two hours of sleep, tops. He finally loosened the death grip he'd had on me all night and I managed to wriggle out of his hold. By the time I was back with a glass of water and a bottle of pain killers, he had pulled himself up into a sitting position and had his fingers pressed to his forehead. He turned towards me when I came in, but kept his eyes closed.
"Never let me drink that much again, Kakashi," he said, voice pained.
I snorted. "Not Kakashi. And you could have avoided the hangover by drinking water, idiot."
He started and opened his eyes, looking around the room in confusion. "He brought me back here last night?"
"Yeah." I bit my lip. "You, uh, don't remember?"
He grimaced. "Not a thing."
"Oh." I ignored the sinking feeling in my chest. It was probably for the best. Things would get really awkward if he remembered.
I put the glass of water in one of his hands and two pills in the other. He gave me a quizzical look. Which was when I realized I currently had no reason to be nice to him. Nor should I want to be.
I blushed as he continued to stare at me. "Take the damn pills," I muttered. "I'm gonna go eat breakfast." I stomped out of the room and down the stairs.
Itachi came down a while later, squinting, but overall in much better shape than he had been in when he first woke up. He got himself a bowl of considerably healthier cereal than what I had gone with and sat down. Apparently I'd been watching him too long though because he shot me another curious look. I blushed again and refocused my attention on my food.
Itachi tilted his head to the side. "Did I do something last night?" he asked.
"No, why would you think that?" I replied, voice a little higher than it should have been.
He narrowed his eyes. "You're acting… off."
I grit my teeth, trying to wrestle the blush under control. From the raised eyebrow he gave me, I doubted I was doing a very good job. Fucking hell, I was acting like a schoolgirl who just had her first kiss! I took a breath, reminding myself of everything he'd put me through, and called up a healthy dose of hostility. He was still an asshole who abandoned me.
"You're a total child when you're drunk, you know that? It was pathetic," I said.
He looked troubled for a moment, then relaxed and went back to eating. Because he took my insults as a sign everything was normal. I frowned. I wasn't left with the same level of satisfaction after seeing him acting all emotional last night. He was already beating himself up enough without me constantly rubbing it in his face.
Hold on. Was I feeling… guilty? I blanched.
By the time he had finished his cereal and another glass of water, Itachi was back to looking normal, no longer showing any signs of the hangover that really shouldn't have disappeared so quickly. Was he even human?
After we'd finished the dishes, Kakashi stopped by and gave Itachi a ride to his car. When he got back, I was in the living room with my computer.
He perched on the edge of the couch and fixed me with a slightly nervous look. "I have to go out again today," he said.
"Please tell me you're not going drinking again." I didn't think I could handle a repeat of last night.
He shot me a dry look. "It's the middle of the morning. And I really did have a meeting yesterday. The drinking was a… side effect." I rolled my eyes. "Anyway," he went on, "I was wondering if you wanted to go do something after I'm finished."
He shrugged. "Whatever you want. What do you do for fun?"
"Avoid irritating people by staying in my room."
He sighed. "We could go see a movie?"
I raised an eyebrow. "We can do that here."
"It can't be good for you to stay cooped up in the house all the time."
"I really don't care."
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "You can pick the movie."
I smirked. "Ok, fine."
"But no romantic comedies this time."
I huffed. "Whatever."
He stood up. "Bring something to do. You'll have to wait while I take care of something."
"What?" I asked, but he ignored me. I scowled and went upstairs to put away my computer and grab a book, then followed him out to the car.
We left the fancy portion of the city where we lived and headed downtown. We drove past the commercial area and headed farther out, into what was clearly a bad area. I watched with growing confusion as flashy stoor fronts gave way to older buildings that quickly fell into disrepair. Itachi stopped on a sketchy side street with trash littering the sidewalk and parked the car. I bit my lip. Now I really wanted to know what the hell his job was. What could he possibly be doing here?
He cut the engine and opened the door. "Stay," he said.
I narrowed my eyes. "I'm not a dog."
He smirked, tossing me the keys. "Then I'm sure it won't be a problem for you. Keep the car locked." He climbed out and headed down the street. I looked between my book and his retreating figure, recalled his words, and made a decision I had a feeling I was going to regret. But that was a problem for future me.
Once Itachi turned onto another street, I climbed out of the car and headed after him. I stopped at the corner and peered around it, heartbeat speeding up. I waited for him to take another turn and then hurried after him. I hung back, keeping as much distance between us as I possibly could as we walked. There was more chance of losing him, but I really didn't want to get caught. If his past actions were anything to go by, he'd probably take me back and handcuff me to the steering wheel. And I really didn't want to walk around lugging a steering wheel.
I almost lost him three times, but finally he ducked through a skinny alleyway and came to a stop on the next street, in front of a seedy looking convenience store. I stayed in the ally and watched from a safe distance as he paced back and forth with a crease in his brow.
A couple minutes later, a blond man came down the street. He was hunched over and walking quickly, eyes scanning the area around him. Itachi quit his pacing and turned towards him. Just as the newcomer came to a stop, a group of large men ducked out from either side of the store. In a moment, Itachi and his companion were surrounded.
My brother looked to be trying to placate them, but I was too far away to hear the words. Then two of the men pulled out guns. Itachi dove towards one, knocking away his weapon, but the blond man wasn't fast enough. I sucked in a breath as a shot rang out and he crumpled to the ground.
The man with the gun turned towards Itachi, but he didn't stand a chance. With deadly precision, my brother struck his wrist and wrenched the gun away from him. He flipped it around and shot the man through the head in one fluid motion. Itachi had moved on before he even hit the ground, killing the one reaching for the first man's discarded gun with another echoing shot.
The last three all pulled knives and rushed Itachi at once. He shot one point-blank in the face and dealt the other a blow hard enough to knock him unconscious. The last one turned and ran.
Itachi took aim and pulled the trigger, but the gun was out of bullets. He dropped it and pulled another out from beneath his jacket. Because my brother apparently carried a gun. He raised it, but the man disappeared around the corner. Itachi turned back to the one he'd knocked out before, who was still lying on the street out cold, and put a bullet in his head.
I stumbled backwards, eyes wide and stomach churning. Just who the hell was my brother? My foot caught on a stray can and sent it skittering along the ground.
"Show yourself," called my brother in a voice utterly devoid of emotion.
I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. It was just Itachi left now. Itachi who was the freakin terminator, but still. He'd killed everyone dangerous. Or did that just mean he was the dangerous one? I set that thought aside and slunk out from behind the corner, feeling off balance. Itachi blanched and shoved the gun behind his back.
"I think it's a little late for that," I said. I tried for snarky, but my voice came out faint and slightly hoarse.
He tucked the gun back into the holster under his jacket with a pained expression. "I'm sorry you had to see that."
I swallowed. "Just please tell me you're not yakuza."
"I'm not yakuza."
I bit my lip. "You aren't just saying that, are you?"
"No. This is completely sanctioned."
I paused as my mind ran through what that meant, especially since I'd just watched him execute someone unconscious, and pressed my lips together. "I'm not sure if that makes it better or worse."
His expression turned grim. "Sometimes, neither am I." He pulled out his phone and started dialing.
"Are you calling the police?" I asked.
He gave me a dry look. "No. I'm calling a cleanup crew. They'll also clear everything up with the local authorities." Ah. I glanced down at the bodies littering the ground and the pools of blood slowly spreading around them. My stomach turned over and I had to clench my hands into fists to keep them from trembling. Itachi finished his call and looked back at me, frowning. "You look like you're going to throw up."
I gave him a weak. "Gee, I wonder why."
I took a shaky breath. "How about instead of apologizing you give me an explanation."
"I guess I owe you that much." He slid his hands into his pockets and started back towards the car. "Let's go home."
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