Cinema [Yandere!Sasuke x Reader] AU

Scene 26

It's a silly argument. A stupid one even. However, [Name] can't help but feel betrayed. Her own brother, who knows of her rocky past, who knows about the deaths she witnesses, thinks she needs to just let it go. It assumes she hasn't tried before. It assumes she has a weak will. It assumes that it's so easy to rid her brain of the lifeless bodies of their loved ones and the nightmares that come with it.

These things remind her that he's selfish. That he's always thought of himself. That he had it easier growing up. He never had to clean their mother's room while she wasted away. He never tried to make their mother smile or their grandmother proud. He sat on his laurels, waiting for the day for a job to hire him to prove he's the man of the house.

[Name's] jaw tightens. From her couch, she watches men heft out her brother's things, all tidy in boxes. For the most part, Luke stays outside. She assumes because he wants nothing to do with their childhood home or herself anymore---that he'll throw all of it aside for a measly promotion at his job. She can only speculate the reason as she glares holes into the side of his head through the window. When he meets her eye, she turns away. She wonders if she hates him, then back pedals, knowing she doesn't.

As two men carry out his mattress, Luke slips through the cracks of them, finally entering their home.

"Hey," he says, lifting a meek hand. When [Name] doesn't respond, he sighs. "Right. I'm sorry."

There's a beat of silence. Only the man barking orders from inside of the truck cut through their palpable tension. That is until [Name] says, "Okay."

Luke deflates. His shoulders slouch as his face tightens. He isn't one to persevere through emotional conflict. He'd rather run and hide than push through it. But he can't leave this on the wrong foot despite [Name] wanting to hold a grudge. He huffs again.

"I didn't mean it," Luke says, watching the movers pick up boxes and load it into a truck. "I'm sorry. You know it gets hard for me too on... that day."

[Name] isn't moved by his words. She stares as men with pit stains on their shirts march through her house scaring Ace and tracking dirt into her home. She sucks her teeth, knowing she'll have to clean up this mess---her brother's mess.

Luke continues, "I couldn't be there for you when it happened. I couldn't be the man of the house like Grandma wanted me to be either." He presses his lips together in a thin line. "I just had to watch you take it all upon yourself. Mom would be happy to see you now."

Another beat of silence. He slices through it with, "I'm sorry, okay? Just... Know that, at least. I'm sorry I couldn't find another way to say it. You'd be better off without all of... This. I know Mom would agree."

She shakes her head. At his ignorance, at his stupidity, at the fact that he thinks it's so easy to do. Of course, her life would be better off without the images of her dead mother seared into her brain. If she could shed that stuff off like snake skin, she would've done it years ago. In all honesty, she wishes he'd stop using their mom against her.

"You couldn't be there for me because you didn't want to. You kept your distance. We were in it together, but you forgot somewhere along the line," she mutters, listening to the movers grunt, yell, and laugh at one another. "If I drop dead, you won't be the first one to find my body, Lucas. I'll be beneath a sheet by the time you get there."

Shock seizes his body. He stands there, at a loss for words. He wants to reach out to her and apologize again---let her know he really means it. She's his only living kin. His only family. His only big sister.

"We're ready to head out!" Yells one sweaty man from outside. Luke staggers his attention between his sister and the truck. He looks at the walls, the ceiling, and Ace. He looks at the windowpanes, the dining room, and the coffee table. He looks at his sister for the last time.