My Ukeish Kitsune

Chapter 18

Naruto woke up due to his dry throat. No one else was awake seeing as it was 7 on the morning, and none of them had any duties to do.

He got out of the males embrace,prying Obito's head off his chest and getting up. He walked downstairs and into the kitchen.

He originally went to the kitchen to get a cup of water, but he saw a knife sitting innocently on the counter.

He regretted relapsing yesterday since anytime he did it, it took all of his willpower stop him from cutting. No one except himself could stop him. Not like anyone tried to other than yesterday anyway.

He quickly drunk the cup of water and picked up the knife. He lifted up his sweater, and quickly started cutting over the old lines that were there before. He planned to heal them a bit after so they would blend in with the old ones.

What he didn't realize was the pair of sorrowful eyes watching him. He exhaled in relief and started cleaning up.

Itachi was watching him the whole time, mortified. He felt bad for the red head, but therapy was out of the question and he didn't know how else to help him.

He walked into the kitchen as the male was almost done cleaning up.

Naruto tensed when he felt a presence behind him and he slowly turned around. Color drained off his face as he realized he had gotten caught. He quickly turned around and continued cleaning up like nothing had happened.

Itachi crossed his arms and waited for the red head to turn back around. Naruto finished and turned around with his eyes glued on the ground.

He attempted to walk past the male but he was held back by his shoulder, making him turn around.

Itachi was straight faced; looking at him with a serious expression. He brought them both over to the couch, sitting Naruto beside him; unlike his usual spot on his lap.

He stared at him with pity on his eyes and that made Naruto annoyed.

"Don't look at me like that" He mumbled and Itachi looked at him with a deadpan expression. Out of all the things he was worrying about, how he looked at him should be the last of his worries.

He sighed, he really didn't know how to approach this.

"Why are we here?" Naruto asked innocently, he obviously knew but he really didn't want to talk about it.

"Naruto, I have no fucking idea of what to do anymore! We obviously can't get you into therapy but it's not like we can help you either. My life has been in fucking turmoil since you got here, and I can't get my life back into place! Honestly, I don't know how I got myself into this. I can't keep wasting my time!" He ranted off not seeing the shocked hurt look on Naruto's face.

Naruto slowly backed up from the male. He had been doing what he hated the most, wasting peoples time.Unlike popular belief, Naruto wasn't fearless. He was scared of time, specifically peoples time.

He had just been told he was a burden by one of the few people he though he could trust. A broken sob left his troath and he sunshined upstairs, packing the few things he had there into a bag, and sunshining to the forest of death.

Itachi stayed rooted on his spot since he realized what he had said after the words left his mouth. He held his head in his hands since he knew he had probably just made the red heads problems even worse.

It's not like he didn't like the other males company, but he couldn't take care of his and Naruto's problems at the same time. He was already busy enough being house head, so he didn't need even more stress. The way he had expressed it was a bit harsh though.