[Itachi & Sasuke] ; No, Really?
Naruto
: Uchiha Itachi + Uchiha Sasuke
No, Really?
Comments: Writing this as riza sleepses. I'mma go molester her after this, oh yes. Or I'll just sleep so I can pack up to go home in the morning, hah. Sheer crack with an odd smattering of angst to frost it.
The first time he says it, he is shorter than the dog and smarter than anyone in the family realizes. Of course he is a bright child - he is an Uchiha, an elite little brat made like all other children are made but with the dubious honor of having an italicized name - but he is brighter than bright or somewhere closer to brilliance, and for years only his older brother will notice.
But right now nobody knows, and so he learns from Itachi, who was always an academic little snot. Sasuke is not sure what an academic little snot is, really, but he thinks it must be awesome because he hears people saying it every time they pass the big house he lives in.
"Itachi? Yeah, that fucking genius-ass bastard, he's always been an academic little snot," they say in low hushed voices.
Sasuke preens because his brother is just that cool, and he wants to be academic and a little snot too. He's not sure if he can, because Itachi is just awesome, so he thinks he may have to settle just for being a little snot. Academic is a hard word to pronounce, and if he writes it out it might be taller than their dog.
(The dog isn't really theirs and is just a ratty tatty little doll, but Sasuke thinks it's the family pet anyway.)
So one day he sits by his brother, who studies carefully in a corner of the family room, and says solemnly, "I want to be a little snot. You can be the big one."
Itachi doesn't look up as he writes down an answer to a math problem - he's never explained to Sasuke's satisfaction why math involves numbers. Calculators, after all, don't have any abc's. Not unless you turn it upside down to write hello.
"You are a little snot," he replies absently, not really paying attention.
"No - really?" Pleased, Sasuke runs to his mother. "Mama, Itachi says I'm a little snot!" he declares, excited and nearly dancing with this ultimate of all ultimates, this happiness that burns with warmth and sunburst joy. "I'm a little snot!"
Sasuke wakes up suddenly and is disoriented, for his sheets are oddly dry and silky around him. He had a dream, he thinks, a nightmare of the past.
Then he laughs silently and shakes his head, turning to slide his arm over the cloak draped across the other half of his bed - all black with red decorations, and it still smells of fresh blood though it has long since dried and caked. It's been years, yet it is fresh and full and wonderful to his nose, and he is content.
Even now he cannot keep away from this twisted love he holds.
: Uchiha Itachi + Uchiha Sasuke
No, Really?
Comments: Writing this as riza sleepses. I'mma go molester her after this, oh yes. Or I'll just sleep so I can pack up to go home in the morning, hah. Sheer crack with an odd smattering of angst to frost it.
The first time he says it, he is shorter than the dog and smarter than anyone in the family realizes. Of course he is a bright child - he is an Uchiha, an elite little brat made like all other children are made but with the dubious honor of having an italicized name - but he is brighter than bright or somewhere closer to brilliance, and for years only his older brother will notice.
But right now nobody knows, and so he learns from Itachi, who was always an academic little snot. Sasuke is not sure what an academic little snot is, really, but he thinks it must be awesome because he hears people saying it every time they pass the big house he lives in.
"Itachi? Yeah, that fucking genius-ass bastard, he's always been an academic little snot," they say in low hushed voices.
Sasuke preens because his brother is just that cool, and he wants to be academic and a little snot too. He's not sure if he can, because Itachi is just awesome, so he thinks he may have to settle just for being a little snot. Academic is a hard word to pronounce, and if he writes it out it might be taller than their dog.
(The dog isn't really theirs and is just a ratty tatty little doll, but Sasuke thinks it's the family pet anyway.)
So one day he sits by his brother, who studies carefully in a corner of the family room, and says solemnly, "I want to be a little snot. You can be the big one."
Itachi doesn't look up as he writes down an answer to a math problem - he's never explained to Sasuke's satisfaction why math involves numbers. Calculators, after all, don't have any abc's. Not unless you turn it upside down to write hello.
"You are a little snot," he replies absently, not really paying attention.
"No - really?" Pleased, Sasuke runs to his mother. "Mama, Itachi says I'm a little snot!" he declares, excited and nearly dancing with this ultimate of all ultimates, this happiness that burns with warmth and sunburst joy. "I'm a little snot!"
Sasuke wakes up suddenly and is disoriented, for his sheets are oddly dry and silky around him. He had a dream, he thinks, a nightmare of the past.
Then he laughs silently and shakes his head, turning to slide his arm over the cloak draped across the other half of his bed - all black with red decorations, and it still smells of fresh blood though it has long since dried and caked. It's been years, yet it is fresh and full and wonderful to his nose, and he is content.
Even now he cannot keep away from this twisted love he holds.