Bite The Bullet

12

AN: New character. Guess who?

Dedicated to: grasseee thank you so much for adding most of my stories to your ridiculously funny reading lists. It means the world to me that you took your time to read them, and I hope you like this chapter - you practically got me out of hiding :).
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"You didn't have to wait for me," I sigh in frustration, plopping down on the grass with my lunch.

"You're right. I didn't."

I narrow my eyes at him once he shoots me a look, before we fall into a companionable silence as we eat by the prohibition sign. Sasuke seems a little tense (-r) than usual, if his clenched jaw and animalistic bites mean anything, so I find myself debating on whether I should pretend I don't notice it or call him out on it. I decide to sip my juice loudly instead while staring at him intently, until his brows furrow and he grunts irritably.

"I can't come with you today," he confesses after a beat, eyes avoiding and fingers idly picking on the poor grass underneath him. I almost ask him to stop. It isn't like we don't go see Ice Cream every Friday for the past two months, we don't go to the arcade, he doesn't show me around the streets, or we don't go to the park - because we do exactly that. One Friday isn't going to matter, unless -

"You're worried about Ice Cream," I state rather than ask, watching a flock of birds fly as a constant. It's been two months she's been pregnant, which means she could give birth at any moment now, and by the slight flinch I see I was on point.

"Yeah...I'm worried about her."

I raise an eyebrow at his tone. "So you're not?"

"Whatever Kushina," at this I look at him questioning, but he waves his hand dismissively so I sigh and swipe a cherry tomato from his bento as revenge; he surprisingly lets me.

"Okay, is there something I should know?"

Sasuke stares at me for a moment, as I gesture for him to spit it out, before starting cautiously, "Do you know Itachi?"

"Yeah it's hard to ignore rumours about him when they're so constant and extensive," I admit boredly, rolling the tomato between my fingers as I admire how smooth it is. "But honestly, even though I've never really met him, he seems like a try-hard kiss-up to me."

I glance at Sasuke when I don't receive a response, only to find him smirking to himself as if he was satisfied with something. It was ominous.

"It seems to me that you hate my family members."

I straighten and my eyes widen. "No way!"

His smirk stretches. "Way."

"What in the actual hell?" I screech. "Why are all you Uchihas so weird?"

His elated expression drops faster than I've ever seen.

"You think I'm weird?"

"We have bigger problems Saucey," he glares a little harder and I smile a little wider. "What is he to you? Better yet, why are you telling me this?"

He packs his empty bento sluggishly, avoiding my eyes before he puts it aside and gives me his attention, so I roll my eyes. "He's my elder brother, and I asked him to get you the supplies since it is my turn."

"AWW!" I lean forward and grab his cheek, tugging it like he was a five year old child who did something nice. "You're such a good daddy!"

He starts to struggle, so I grab his other cheek as well and shake his face from side to side. "You don't have to be so shy!"