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CHAPTER 3
Sasuke knew why Itachi walked him to academy every day, and his love for his otouto was definitely not the reason.
Surprisingly, he never held any resentment towards his brother for this. The emotions that it stirred were more along the lines of wonderment and curiosity. His brother, though somewhat laid back but never lazy, would be up and running, dressing his little brother for the new day, reminding him over and over that they couldn't afford to be late. Sometimes he would even skip breakfast, telling kaa-san that he'd have some on his way back just to escape her wrath. As they'd walk through the streets, his form would be bustling with anticipation that slowly transitioned to nervousness as their destination drew near.
Uchiha Itachi was never nervous.
He'd always be in time, not a moment late, to watch the Hyuuga princess walk through the academy grounds, small fingers wrapped protectively in larger, more calloused hands. She was a meek little thing, puny in every way (the kind that you'd want to stuff in your pocket); tiny hands, tiny frame. The only thing big on her were probably her eyes, a little too big on her elfin face, in fact.
He could still feel the warmth of his brother's palm as it'd grow sweaty around his, tightening ever so slightly while his gaze remained fixed on the little girl.
Sasuke remembered her as the girl from the bakery shop.
Izumi was not going to like this.
Over the years, it became a norm. He'd watch her from afar, never saying a word, content with what little she offered without even knowing. Why Itachi never approached her, was beyond Sasuke. It wasn't even weird any more. He had gotten used to it long ago.
He would eventually stop, and a few days later his clan would be gone.
He did remember asking him why. Itachi had responded with a smile.
He knew now why he looked so sad.
It just isn't meant to be.
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His eyes fluttered open to the blinding sunlight filtering through his bedroom window. He groaned, kicking the sheets off and exiting the room with groggy strides. The raven could hear him moving about the kitchen, clattering plates and banging saucepans. Sasuke hissed when a relatively loud clang resounded, a curse easily flowing to the tip of his tongue. This was not his idea of a peaceful morning. What is he doing in there, conducting an orchestra?
Rubbing his eyes he walked in and towards the fridge, pulled a water bottle out and sat himself at the low table.
Sasuke observed him floating around the tiny place, humming his mother's lullaby; his dark locks floating behind him in brown waves. His hands worked fluidly on the stove with precision that only top-notch ninjas possessed, or moms. He twisted his neck to look him over his shoulder and flashed a toothy grin, "Good morning Sasuke. How did you sleep?"
"Fine. What are you doing home? Aren't you supposed to be on a mission or something?" Sasuke pressed the bottle to his mouth and downed the water in three large gulps.
