Itachi's POV:
It angered me to see Sasuke holding her yet again. Why isn't Father questioning it? It is like Sasuke knows that his gestures towards the girl irritates me so he does it. He's not acting respectful to me when he glares. I should scold him on that but that will not work. I will end up breaking his other wrist.
"So son, what do you make of the house?" my Father asked me as we settled down in the carriage. Sasuke came in and the carriage pulled off. I looked out the window.
"I think it is of an amazing standard" I responded in my monotone voice. Sasuke looked at me with a scowl.
"So, you moving in after the party?" Sasuke asked me abruptly. I looked back at him keeping my face expressionless, but I was mad and slightly confused.
"Why would I do that?" I asked him calmly. Sasuke smirked evilly at me.
"Aren't you getting set up with someone at the party? And then you can go live in that new mansion of yours" Sasuke said evilly. I turned my body to face him properly. I glared. I know what he's at. He wants me away from Chika. Ha! Does he think he has a chance with her or something? He's royalty and she's not! He's going to have to face that fact sooner or later. I have to keep telling myself that too. It is impossible for a royal like us to go with the lowest of the low. It is harsh but it is reality. It will not look good on us. We are supposed to be respectful Princes and Sasuke isn't acting like one the way he's obsessed with his maid.
"Now, now. We don't need to be so hasty" my Mother said sounding happy at the thought though.
"Are you not in the same boat as me, brother? I am sure there are hundreds of woman in royalty that are begging to be your wife" I sneered back at him. He glared hard at me. My Father was too oblivious to gather that we were being smart to each other.
"Yes Sasuke. You are eighteen now. The perfect age. And pick a fine young girl... both of you. Don't settle for someone less than beautiful" my ignorant Father said.
"Ooo yes! I want beautiful grandchildren" my Mother decided to add. I turned to give a stony look at my Father.
"Beautiful? What about love?" I challenged him. He looked taken aback at my comment.
"Of course yes! With beauty comes love!" he said and I looked out the window angrily. We stayed silent for the rest of the journey home. It was a long journey, which meant that it was evening time when we reached the palace. Our day maids went home and were replaced by the night ones. I was just mad. Nothing could take away the anger I was feeling. My situation feels unjust. Why do I have to marry someone that I will not love? I know that I won't love these women at the party. I've met some of them before when I went abroad on trips. I hated every girl. They were either obsessed with me or Sasuke. Most girls go for Sasuke anyway, unless they are older than him. I like the way they love him more because it gives me a breather. I know Sasuke hates it and I don't know how he puts up with it. I wonder is that why he likes Chika very much? She doesn't stare at him all starry eyed. But that is the reason I like her too. She's young... innocent... pretty... and caring... Will I find that at the party? I don't think so. Women who are privileged loose that sense of sweetness and naivety. They become selfish and spoilt. I can't deny that I have some negative traits from living the life of luxury, but does that mean that is what I want in someone else? No. I want someone who is free from moral wrong and that is not corrupted... I want someone like Chika... Someone who can appreciate anything. Someone young... shy... virtuous... Ugh. Everything I want is what Chika is...
Sasuke's POV:
The next day...
The party was in exactly a week from now and I would be lying if I said that I wasn't dreading it. I know my Father is a pushy man and he will make me marry someone that he sees as perfect for me. That thought worries me. How can I pretend to love someone? How can anyone do that? I have questioned myself from time to time why I feel so repulsed by women, and I've come to the conclusion that it is because they 'love' me. It's disgusting. They don't even know me. How can they call that love? I think that is what angers me. They don't love me. They think they do. I growled annoyed at that thought and Chika came into the room with my lunch. She placed it in front of me and must have noticed my sour face expression because she spoke up.
