"Haven’t you yet learned that staring at someone is rude?"
“Are you insane?”
"I already admit that it was a reckless mistake; there’s no need to constantly yell at me about it."
• “Do you enjoy this?”
• “Are you insane?”
• “You want me, baby?”
• “Can I keep you?”
• “Let’s get out of here.”
• “Don’t you love me?”
• “Do you hate me?”
• “We should have kids.”
• “Why don’t you go slip into something more comfortable?”
And my character can only reply with one of these:
• “You know it, sugar.”
• “Yes, yes, yes! A thousand times yes!”
• “Come and get it.”
• “What’s the magic word?”
• “Not in your wildest dreams!”
• “You owe me big time.”
"Good! I’ll go to the bathroom and you get the first-aid kit ‘cause I can’t reach it." The youngest Uchiha stood and ran inside but then quickly slowed as he remembered the rules of walking inside. There were lot of rules around his home and the Uchiha compound in general. Once in the bathroom, Sasuke hopped onto the toilet after lowering the lid and let his legs sway above the ground while he waited for his older brother. Hopefully he wasn’t going to use the stuff that stings.
"Wait, Sasuke, you’ll make your ankle w—." And there he went. He laughed to himself. Getting up from the porch, he walked to the bathroom were Sasuke was. Reaching the aid kit, he bent down to Sasuke’s level. "You know, you’re lucky nothing happened to your ankle while running here." He took out the rubbing alcohol and a piece of cloth.
Sasuke smiled immediately. ”You mean it? You better not poke me and say ‘next time’, nii-san…” Every time Itachi put off their training, Sasuke knew it was for a good reason. His brother wouldn’t blow him off just to do it. He loved him too much and the little boy knew that. ”Do we have to go to the doctor’s?”
Itachi’s smile grew in sync with Sasuke’s. He only nodded, not trusting his voice to the work. He took a second to look at Sasuke… He felt bad.. He had been born into the wrong time period; Itachi had been, too. If it were only just a little bit different. He could tell that these few moments would Sasuke would be his last for a while. “No, we don’t have to. This doesn’t look to serious. I’ll do it.” He held his smile, unable to frown around his little brother.
While the pain of his injuries was still very much there, being next to his brother and hearing his voice calmed Sasuke down considerably. ”The shuriken technique. Father said you were almost perfect at it by my age…” Sasuke felt no competition towards his older brother, only a desire to make their father proud. The only way to do that, it seemed was to be a carbon copy of Itachi.
"Tell you what: when your ankle heals, I’ll help you out with practice. Just don’t overdo it next time." Itachi knew he was lying about practice. The ANBU almost never gave him a break; these moments were just lucky. He knew he wouldn’t get another chance at a break like this. Hoping for Sasuke to forget wasn’t an option either; he never did. Which wasn’t necessarily bad…. "In the mean time, how about we get that checked out? We wouldn’t want you to get infected."
Bravery is [ ＮＯＴ] fearlessness.
Bravery is knowing your fears,
and ＣＨＯＯＳＩＮＧ to
Sasuke only sniffed and cooed low, trying to hold back another sob. He’d twisted his ankle and, in doing so, skinned his knee. Being so young, he only knew to go to Itachi when he was sad, instead of his mother because if his mother was spoken to about a problem, his father would surely have been told of it as well. The small boy thought he would get in trouble for being careless. He knew Itachi wouldn’t scold him. ”Hurts….’tachi…”
He only let out a sigh. Sasuke always seemed to be pushing past his own limits to catch up with Itachi. The older brother had only wished this wasn’t the case. “And what exactly were you attempting to do to twist your ankle this bad?” His tone remained happy, as if it would cheer his little brother up. Then again, he couldn’t be quick to jump to the conclusion that he was training…
Trying to hide his sobs, the young boy slowly waddled up to his older brother who was sitting silently on their back porch. Tiny arms clasped over Itachi’s back and his head rested the warm plane. ”…Nii-san…”
The older Uchiha had been sitting on the back porch, thinking about all that had to be thought about. From an issue that was barely anything to the most gruesome problem yet, Itachi had probably thought about it all. Breaking his train of thought, he looked over to his little brother who had sat next to him. Had he been crying? Not shifting in his seat, he let out a small laugh, “Don’t tell me you twisted your ankle again, Sasuke.”
This was his life. The life of being a rogue ninja, terrible brother, and someone who had committed genocide; a life full of lies, deceit, and the ability to maintain sanity after it all. Itachi had fully well known he chose this life for himself; yet it was still hard to grasp the sheer concept of things. It had all happened so quickly. From Shisui’s suicide to him being blamed for it, even he hadn’t expected an outcome as such. But of course he knew he had to accept it, survive through it, and deal with it; deal with the fact that he’d one day pass away known as a traitor, know that people out there will celebrate his death rather than mourn it. It may not be much, and of course in no way good, but it eased the worries knowing he wouldn’t be the only one. The rest of the Akatsuki organization had well become known for being a terrorist group, attacking jinchuriki hosts for their own selfish gains. Itachi hated it, but he did what he did in order to mask the truth. Walking through the place of their hideout, he was quick to recognize a voice. Instinctively, he raised his guard, nearly activating his sharingan. He eased when he saw the man; however, never dropping his guard. “Deidara,” He said with a neutral tone.