He began to worry that he would never feel those endless black eyes gazing upon him again. He only bothered and pestered to gain the attention that he was constantly deprived of. It was the only form, regardless of its negativity. And, when there was no logical, degrading response to his actions, the boy was actually hurt and bothered, not at all resembling the previous times. He never hurt, and he never felt anger before, but now it really hurt. While he sat, curled up on his bed, he didn't notice the door opening, or his brother slipping in until arms wrapped around him and hot words were whispered in his ear.
Sasuke smirked, albeit after a shudder, "Isn't it obvious Nii-san?"