He Knows

Chapter 3: Silence

Times are heavier, these things skilled around fingers like cements chattering to build themselves into roads and streets. Jittery, the younger Uchiha stood up from bed tiresomely, puffing his cheeks, and grabbed a new attire for school. A plain white shirt, navy blue shorts, and his black sandals. No one judged anyone since everyone was practically normal wearing just clothes for school.

He walked over towards the door of his bedroom, opening it up to revealing another presence.

Izuna glanced, his eyes widened when he finally figured out what his brother was wearing. Silently he had to step back a couple inches away, seduced, and sexually assaulted by the figurine.

"Nii-chan, why are you...wearing that...that outfit," his breath hitched, unsteady, constipation risen and clogged his arteries and sunk him down in hell's front entrance doorway. Placing only a forbidden hand against his struck chest, he heaved another inhale before letting it exhale from his nostrils. Completely, he was flustered and fell backwards to blood falling down his nostrils.

No longer words fell out of his mouth, he was dumbstruck, it was sincerely written across his face.

In a layup, Madara stepped forward, with a bright pink thong stuffed up his crack. It literally shown how much self-esteem he had to bring himself to wearing such a arrogant and selfless outfit. The bra distinguished his hard, pink, and brittle nipples. A red, pink and white collar with a attachable leash included. High legging socks that went to his knees, aware of the younger's accidental nosebleed.

"Izuna-kun, do you think Hashirama will like this or not?" The stripper outfit he worn to tell all Uchiha's how ridiculous he looks to them all for showing another clan his 'per-say' outfit. The Uchiha clan would definitely form up into teams just to take him down and call him their own.

"Madara-dono, I don't think that Hashirama-dono will...you know," he trailed off when he sat up again. Examining the outfit then turned his attention towards the taller male.

"What? Do I need more sexual appealing things?" He started to flex his muscles when he motioned.

Izuna shook his head, raising his body up to start stripping the clothing off of his soothed toned figure.

"N-not this, nii-chan. You are attracting your younger brother to you, so that'll mean you'll attract everyone else." He stated.

Madara, now nudely. He looked off distantly, chewing on his bottom lip, and flipped his fingers across his chin to ponder once more.

"You know, I really like him and I don't want to be a disappointment," he murmured underneath his breath, saddened, and heated with hot and silkened emotions.

The other stood in silence, looking down at the floor before his eyes eventually grazed the elder's figure again. That complected tone; perfect pigment, muscles flexing right in front of one's eyes, rare lusty pupils, and fingers that could please one's every good with just a simple touch of satisfaction.

He really wanted to fuck him up, slap his face around, pinned down on the ground, choking his airway in a tight grasp and inhale the merchandised product of his scented lavender he sprays on everyday.

Yet, he continues to stay still, frozen and solid. Greedy taste buds that will swarm those pink erected nipples, clutch the aftermath of his destruction, although Izuna was small and a child still didn't mean that his brother would always take his word for granted.

The younger boy had to push his elder out of the way, walking straightly blind past him, closing his eyes shut. He knew where he was going, sliding more doors aside, heading towards inside of the kitchen.

"Madara! Where are the eggs?" He shouted out. The kanji came through the sliding doors to the kitchen area. Directly behind him at the most.

"I didn't get any, we couldn't afford them." He fibbed, and crossed his arms over his chest.

"What're you saying?" Izuna turned around; his eyebrow flickered around, twitching the muscle.

Madara arched his brows. "We don't have money for eggs this month." He grumbled greatly.

The child closed his eyes once more, completely stimulated with rage beneath his skin. He clutched his fists, and tackled Madara harshly to the floor, nudely the other was. The elder male looked up at him; his hands pinned up above his head, and struggled.

"H-hey," voicing dramatically dropped utterly, but the other kept pushing his knees up into the others crotch quite splendid and started to knee him there.

"Stop trying to play innocent! I know exactly why and what your doing, you damn playboy!" He barked at him.

Madara's legs quietly departed from each other, slowly amazed by the kneeing against his own crotch, erotically he found himself aroused. It was pricelessly shown across his expression, beauty laid across his lips, remarkably bringing his arms to a spread against the floor once he was pinned down.

The elder jerked himself towards the long straying hair that fell across his face from above and grabbed a blotch of it. Luring it in, which had caused a hiss from the other, lured in spontaneously. Instantly, Izuna was near his face, a flood of blush fell across his burning white paled complexion.

He sneered, "oi...!" Pulling his head away from the other's constant snatching of his own pony-tail being dragged down. Reluctance, he swung his small balled fist across his brother's cheek out of his own excitation and nervous reflex.

Madara's head went an opposite direction when the small fist conjoined across his face. "..." he was too quiet, it's eeriness built another spasm across the younger's small beating heart that sunk so low into his gut area finally.

"N-nii-san," he uttered quietly more like speaking to himself personally. Yet, the other continued to stay quiet. It didn't hurt but it had done a simple tick mark across his left cornered forehead. Angered, rare did he ever show his disruptive moody side to anyone.

"Izuna." Was all he said. Properly, clear words flowed out on his throat. Maybe that'll be the last word he have to bluntly say as it is.

Izuna already startled, grabbing a hold of his brothers collar, he still wasn't going to progress his weakness in front of him. He wanted to show him he was just as strong as him in the emotion. His mood. He winded his fist back once again, in pure hesitation, but he had to -to show he wasn't small, any weaker, lessened by the clan's reputation, of course. Represent he was a lot stronger in his mind.

But it all went down so soon.

That hand was grasped so quickly. So vigilantly, fragile, it felt the sun's cores had combusted on his wrists, burning them to finally rot in crisps. It was a terrifying moment, scene, it felt the atmosphere froze quickly and pushed time backwards into before time.

Once it was lured forward, it was done for, hell's entrance was wide open, giving the youngster such a fast invitation for one puny ninja to set forth into his land of death. Looking down at the elder one last time, his body swung an opposite direction. Wall surface touched, dented into, and smashed into pieces. Not a word spoken, the younger boy stayed into the broken wall, his head relapsed and gazed towards his feet.

From day forth, he knew straight-on he would never underestimate or even attempt to fight his elder back. Himself seeing the lights of heaven could be the least of his day expecting such a disaster. He had no thoughts.

Izuna watched his pupils dilate, looking up at the mirror from ahead and gave a wheezy breath of exasperation.

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