𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 ━━ S. UCHIHA

XXXIV

It's quiet.

Ever since I came back unwillingly, no one has said a word. I sit on one end of the couch and Sasuke is on the other, scrolling through his phone. Itachi is downstairs preparing dinner. He wasn't too happy with the stunt I pulled, but we didn't get the chance to talk thanks to Sasuke interrupting us. The atmosphere was too tense, so none of us have spoken a word since. There's no need to.

I knew I should've just said no and gone home. Better yet, I shouldn't have fallen asleep on the doorstep. Look where it got me.

My hair is still damp, and I'm snuggled in blankets to recover my warmth. You wouldn't believe how cold the rain was despite the hot muggy weather outside. With my sensitivity to the cold, I'd rather not risk any serious CPS reactions. As of now, my skin feels as if a million needles are pricking it. I'm hoping this is the max my pain will reach, but there's never a guarantee.

I sigh through my nose, feeling more bored just scanning the scenes in the show. I don't belong here.

My eyes drift over back to Sasuke expectantly. What I'm expecting of him, I'm not sure. He dragged me all the way back here, yet we avoid interaction. Only makes me wonder why he brought me back in the first place if I continue to be a nuisance to him. That's probably why he's ignoring me.

"What do you want?" Even when asking that question, the least his does is shift his gaze my way.

I turn my head away, sulking deeper into the blanket. "Nothing."

"Obviously not."

Even during a time like this, he believes he has the right to throw a snarky comment at me. Scoffing, I stand up and head to the stairs. I pause at the top step, noticing Sasuke's sudden movement out of the corner of my eye.

"Don't worry," I say. "I'm not leaving."

My skin starts to itch by the time I reach the bottom of the staircase. I figured I'd have to face my consequences sooner or later. Thankfully, the rain only gave me pins and needles. It's slightly unbearable to keep from scratching, but I'll manage. I do it all the time.

Unlike the television upstairs, there's a lot of talking coming from the living room. It sounds like a news channel. With the tension up there, the news is calling to entertain me. Sadly, I have something else to do.

I work my way through the house to find dining room. When we were coming in, Itachi was waiting. He had told me to leave my stuff here while I went to dry off and find a new change of clothes. That was only after I was scolded. Not that I disagree. I deserved it.

Being as stubborn as I normally am, I would've waited until the pain increased its sensitivity before taking a pill. Either that, or I'd hope and wait until it died down. Unfortunately, I'm bored and the pricks are irritating me.

"Do you need some water?"

I face Itachi at the door. He doesn't have a scowl anymore. I'm able to look him in the eyes unlike before. I don't know if that's a good sign or not.

"Uh, yeah. Sure."

He says nothing more as he returns to the kitchen. "You guys aren't arguing up there, I hope." Itachi hands me a glass of water.

"No. We're not." Once I take the cup and see Itachi turn around, I discreetly put the pill in my mouth and take a sip.

"I know Sasuke can be a little stubborn—"

"A little?"

"But it's not as if he wants the worst for others if it means the best for himself."