✲Through the Blinds✲{Itachi Uchiha}

✦04✧

{{Itachi’s 3rd P.O.V}}

Oh how it bothered him; so uneasy that Itachi stared off into the cream-colored wall of his office with a studious look on his face.

Hands clasped under chin, he hummed into thought, trying to ring that face into his memory. Where has he seen that man before? And why is it bothering him so much to the point that he had the need to warn [Name] about him?

It was that Vin that distracted him. Itachi creased his brows to the memory of their prolonged handshake when they first met. It was odd how their hands pressed tighter and tighter the more they radiated of competition.

But… why?

‘Maybe she was right’, he thought and lowered his head in realization, bumping his head with his hands. He did send off a hint of jealousy towards this man after all.

His head shook. Again, why?

Was it because she calls him Vin and not by his full name, making it seem like they have a close relationship? Or, is it because Vin will have much more access to [Name] now that he played hero, sits next to her in class and is apparently favoring her as a trainer at his track meets—which he also spends more time with her?

Leaning back on his chair with his arms crossed, Itachi clicked his tongue in a scoff. Yeah right. [Name] would never… There he goes again, overt-thinking the possibilities like threats.

“Excuse me, Dr. Uchiha?” The receptionist’s voice speaking through the speaker shatters his thoughts. With a self-composing cough, he clicked the button to reply, “Yes?”

“It seems you have a visitor, uhm—who are you again?” she distantly asked the apparent visitor before returning to the phone. “Sas-Sasuke? He, uh, claims to be your brother… You have a brother?” she hissed in whisper that last part, making Itachi roll his eyes.

“Yes, Laura, I do. Send him in, please.” He snickered at his receptionist—just another hopeless woman swayed by his little brother who is more in love with his job than social life.

A few seconds and three knocks on the door later, Sasuke was standing before his older brother with a folder clutched by his hand. “Wow, you look so weird behind a desk in a white lab coat,” Sasuke snarks as he kicked the door shut.

“What did you expect from a dentist? Though underneath this lab coat I am wearing similar attire like detectives.”

“Hn, all you need is a badge and gun.”

“I’m not interested in that business, you know that," Itachi sighed as he shuffled papers. "I have a wife and daughter.”

“Hey I’m not begging you to join me or anything. At least not anymore,” Sasuke said bitterly before quickly shaking his head. “Whatever—we’re getting off topic. I was planning on visiting you and [Name], but decided to change it up because of this—” Sasuke held up the folder in his hand—“I wouldn’t want to worry [Name] if she knew about this. You know, with her being a creepy mother and all.”

“How thoughtful of you. So you’re here to steal some of my intuition?” Itachi inquired, smiling in interest when Sasuke slid the folder across the desk. “Actually, yes—and Dad doesn’t know I’m here either. This seems to be a delicate case that only you may be familiar with and thought you could help out with. Do you have some time?”

“Just like old times, huh?” Itachi teased, sighing as he reached for his schedule. “I have about twenty-six minutes until my next patient. What’s this about?”

Sasuke hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “Do you remember Rose Vendetta?”

“The mafia?” Itachi raised a brow, scanning over the first page of the folder. “I thought their business here was over. Why are they here?”