Hateful Love (ItaSasu)

Acceptance

Sasuke

It took me a while to take care of my problem, considering I had to stop thinking about what happened. Punishment my ass, I thought as i growled and walked out the room. My stomach growled, and I scowled as I made my way into the kitchen; careful to advoid Itachi. If there was another run-in poke the last one, he'd end up dead like last time. Even as i thought that, I knew I wouldn't be able to harm him, and I cursed my thoughts.

Entering the kitchen, I made me some dango (Because why not?), and sauntered into the living room (can I call it that???). Sitting down I started eating, while watching TV (let's pretend...that they have that, Kay?). Soon enough I finished and scowled at the empty bowl, that was the only thing keeping my thoughts off of Itachi.

The table rattled and I glared at it. A dog poked it head from under the table, and my face was stotic. Scowling down at it, I stood and dropped the dish in the sink. The dog rubbed against my leg, and I stared at it while thinking a bit. Thought I hadn't thought about it right now, and no matter how much I hated it, I loved Itachi. Why else would I have acted that way? (Am I getting Sasuke's personality right? Huh....)

Footsteps stopped behind me, and I turned and saw Itachi staring at the dog. He raised am eyebrow at me, and I scowled, "Not mine.". The dog barked at Itachi, and he stared at it for a moment before walking away. A dog...saved my life, I thought glaring at the dog. Turning back towards were Itachi left, I thought about following him. Deciding to do it; I had nothing better to do, I walked to his room.

Peaking in, I saw he wasn't there but walked in anyways. I explored his room a bit, and decided to look through his drawers. So far I found a lot of clothes; of course, a photo. My stotic expression changed to horror, as I stared at the photo. It was a picture of me as a baby, naked in the tub. (Do they have camera's? Yes...yes they do! Maybe?) I stuffed it in my pocket and continued looking, when I gripped something squishy and wiggly.

Pulling it out, I stared at it in shock. Why would Itachi, of all people, have a di--t-toy! My imagination started making images of him using it, and I felt blood drip down my nose. Stuffing the 'toy' back into the drawer, I rushed out the room not bothering to hide the fact that I was in there. When I rushed out the door, he was just walking in, and not a minute later I heard him chuckle. I blushed furiously and scowled, stupid me falling for him.