Debate Team (sasunaru/narusasu)

|| Chapter Twenty Four ||

Naruto walked home, his fists clenched. He was so upset about the fight he had with Kiba. He understood Kiba's frustration but it wasn't like he did it on purpose. It all happened in the spur of the moment. Besides, he regretted telling Sasuke. He never opened up to Kiba about his depression because.. well, it just never came up and it felt so natural with Sasuke. They'd both went through a lot, so confining in him was easy.

When he arrived at his house the first thing he noticed was that Jiraiya wasn't there. He contemplated if the gang member he had gotten chased by had anything to do with Jiraiya. Did he emerge from the very structure that Jiraiya went into? Perhaps Kiba knew. Too bad they were currently in a fight.

Naruto hated not having Kiba around to converse with. He sighed defeatedly and pulled out his phone, settling on messaging him since he may have gotten upset if he called him.

His fingers drifted over the keyboard as he attempted to consider what to say. Would he even see it? What if he blocked his number? He wouldn't...

Can we talk? I'm sorry.

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Sasuke walking into his home and proceeded to the kitchen to prepare himself a snack. He was having a bad day, and the minor incident at the park wasn't helping. He'd been overwhelmed with remorse about what he'd told Naruto, and to make matters worse, his brother had refused to talk to him, as though he didn't even exist.

He strolled over to the pantry and pulled out some bread, peanut butter, and some jam before he ventured into one of the drawers and took hold of a butter knife to utilize.

He neatly prepared a peanut butter sandwich and was about to take a bite when he heard a sound. He turned, an eyebrow raised, and saw Itachi walk by him as if he wasn't there and walk towards the living room.

Sasuke exhaled deeply in frustration. He put the sandwich down on the marble countertop and walked into the living room.

He saw Itachi seated comfortably over the black leather couch. He pursed his lips and decided he'd try again. He rounded the couch and sat next to Itachi. "Can you stop ignoring me?" He asked hesitantly.

Itachi continued to flip through the tv channels without sparing Sasuke a single glance. "Fucking hell.." He murmured to himself.

Itachi was so stubborn but perhaps that was how he always got Sasuke to do what he said. It was annoying but very helpful most of the time especially since Itachi did it only when there was something that was troubling Sasuke that he refused to acknowledge or when he deserved it and right now it was a mix of both.

He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "I'm—" He grunted, feeling uncomfortable with what he was about to say. "I'm prepared to apologize. Just.. please give me advice.. brother."

Itachi's mouth gradually jerked up into a grin at the word 'brother', he loved when Sasuke called him that. He shut the television off and turned towards the latter. "I knew you'd come around."

Sasuke rolled his eyes. "Finally you speak to me." Itachi was like Naruto's Kiba. One would give the good advice and the other was the one who made terrible decisions and got into bad situations.

Itachi's smile widened as he eyed Sasuke inquisitively. "Missed me that much?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes again but couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips. Sometimes Sasuke would be rude to Itachi but at the end of the day, he loved him more than anyone. "You wish,"