My Man, My Money

Still Processing

"Good morning Sakura."

"Not so sure its a 'good morning' Sir, but it is another morning."

"He still here?" I asked not even moving to open the currently shared office. The whole building was being rebuilt. Everyone thought it was remold, but really this place was complete and utter shit after that war. Then again it was a good excuse to use for a remold. Sasuke office was the only place clean enough for us to work in, seeing as to mine got shot up.

"Never left." Was all I heard as I began to slowly walk to my brothers office.

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4 DAYS 9 HOURS 37 MINUTES 18 SECONDS

Camera's are of no use in telling us for they were covered and shot out before the show down.

Okay, so he must have done missing around the time of 1:06 AM judging by the time Deidara said he gave Naruto away.

Both men were left with Naruto because Deidara said he could handle himself, which he can but why- "Sasuke you're mumbling again." I froze having to remember where I was.

I glanced over my shoulder seeing no one other than my brother, he held two cups of coffee; black for me and latte for himself. Deidara had introduced him to Starbucks and he's been hooked ever since. He looked good, wearing his normal crisp clean suit. His hair was still damp in its ponytail; fresh out the shower, his body wash of Old Spice filling up the whole room.  "Brought coffee."

I nod my head not uttering a word to him. Now where was I... Yes, Deidara can handle himself but why would he leave Naruto alone? I grunted wiping the see through dry erase board in front of me. "Brother why don't you take a bre-"

"I do not need rest brother. I am perfectly fine." I am getting sick and tired of people always trying to get me out of this office. I can't go home, I have no home. "Sasuke, brother. Stop and-"

"Hush!" I snapped. "I have had enough! You do not talk to me like I am some child of yours." I turned on my heel facing him. He leaned against the desk he was currently using. I pointed a finger at him, slowly moving closer to him. "You don't get it, do you?"

I pointed my finger back at myself, now hoping my little use of hand motions would get this through his thick head. "Every second I spend away from here, not trying to figure out what happened that night something happens." I dropped my hands, now standing in front of him, seething. He stared back at with blank eyes, mine told another story.

My body and face showed anger and annoyance, but I was dying inside. Before when he would leave my side for a second it hurt, but now. Just knowing that he's gone, missing. It did things to me that it shouldn't have.

I turned back around headed for the drawing board again. "And I swear to the god if something happens to him-" He cut me off with the gut twisting words. "You see, Sasuke that's where you're wrong. Something has already happened to him."

I had turned back to him once again only no longer feeling annoyed but pissed. "What did you just fucking say, you filthy piece of motherfucking-"

"Look at you! You curse at your own blood as though you are some powerful man."

"I am-"

"Oh, shut the fuck up. You don't even know what you're saying right now..." My mouth opened and closed before me. Words I wanted to yell were caught in my throat. I wished to knock him from his petiole but it was as though he had put a spell on me. "Can't even drink this coffee anymore... Damn it..." Was all he mumbled throwing away his coffee, before moving behind his pulling out a bottle of scotch from his desk.

He set up two shot glasses on the desk pouring in both before taking a gulp from the bottle. "Rest." I shake my head closing my dark eyes, raising a hand to decline him-"And that's the last time I'm say it before I do something to ruin our trust."

I peered up at him looking through my messing bangs at him. He wouldn't dare-"Oh, but I will brother. With the way you're looking, I will." He sighed seeing that I wasn't going to budge. I was not going to leave this place until I had answers. "How do you plan to save him, if you can't take care of yourself. You need to be at your best if you plan to get him back, brother."

He was right, I turned my back to him biting my thumb nail, before softly hissing. I had already bit off the nail. With a grunt I moved to my desk. "Sasuke, look at yourself. Really look at yourself. You smell, your hair is a mess and you have sweat stains on your clothes." He said walking across the room to my desk. "You have bags under your eyes, and your lips an nails are chewed to nothing."

"My appearance does not matter." I stated looking under my suit jacket.

"No? Then your dehydrated and starved." I looked in the pockets before throwing it on the floor, not finding what I was looking for.

"Coffee has water in it." Was all I said knowing farewell that I could live for quite sometime without food.

He sighed putting his hands on my desk gripping the edges realizing that this wasn't going to get him any where. Whish I knew from the start how this was going to end. "...What... What are you looking for Sasuke?"

I slammed my desk drawer anger with- everything! "I can't find it... My... I can't find my-..." I couldn't even say what I was looking for. I sighed trying to breathe, gripping my hair; it was knotted and greasy to the touch. My eyes started to water and my throat began to close, drying my tongue in the process. I began to choke on air as I stared up the ceiling refusing to let a tear a slip.

A hand gripped the back of my head and I had to close my eyes. Whatever was to come at me I probably deserved it. My head was slowly pulled down to rest against Itachi's, I breathed choppily in his hold. A tear slipped from my eye, and was on the verge of breaking. "Here."

He began to nudge something between my lips, it was round it slipped into my mouth easily. I swallowed it trying not to choke on it, as it went down with nothing, getting caught in my throat. I wanted to thank him but putting to sleep was only going to make things worse.

That was the problem though I couldn't sleep or go anywhere because I everything reminded me of him. God, when I saw everything I mean everything. Where ever I looked a replay of what happened would appear in my mind. Closing my eyes only made it worse, it went from me to just seeing it, to me feeling and my mind making it worse. He would attack or question me, or worse I would lose fighting; then again I already am losing... I'm sure I remember that night better than anyone.

"This too." He said nudging something else between my lips, it was long and thin. I knew what it was before he even started it. I half-ass smirked around it keeping my lips together so it wouldn't fall out. I heard the swoosh of a flame and the burn of nicotine, before the soft click of a closed lighter. "Breathe, Sasuke."

With sagging shoulders I breathed in deep through the cig, trying to get as much poison as I could in my lung. I jerked stumbling back before falling forward into Itachi. He gripped my arms as I gripped his shirt, my head falling to his shoulder. "H-He would k-kill m-m-me i-if he-he knew-" I couldn't even finish what I was going to say feeling the sleeping pill begin to take over.

"I know brother, I know, but I think it's a proper exception right now." I haven't eaten in 3 days so it made sense, but I couldn't stay awake to finish my cigarette and that made me feel worse. God, I was weak.  "You're-" He grunted trying to carry/walk me to the leather couch. "-not weak, Sasuke... Just madly in love is all..."

My eyes refused to open now, as he laid me across the uncomfortable furniture. I felt the fag being pulled from lips, I moved to get back but my arms were too heavy.

"Sleep now, brother."Just as I began to go under I heard words I never thought I would hear. "I have plans to discuses with you when you wake..."

A/N: It's So Much Easier To Write With A Laptop.