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[miiikoo]

WHO: Uchiha Sasuke {avengements}, Uchiha Mikoto {miiikoo}
WHERE: second floor hallway, and then Sasuke's room of 233~
WHEN: After Mikoto's post, but before the log with her and Naruto.
SUMMARY: Sasuke told innocent little Mikoto that he's her future son. She wants proof, and that's what she gets~
RATING: G, mostly.
WARNINGS: Wtf-ery that is the drama of the Uchiha

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[avengements]

Sasuke was leaned against the door to his room, attention on the mug of hot green tea in his hands and his head leaned forwards to where the steam almost hit his face. He looked rather tired and he was; he hadn't slept since he'd arrived in this place and it was driving him crazy already.

Gripping the handle carefully, he took a slow sip from the cup and sighed in half content, glad that he had at least one thing to keep him calm.

When he heard soft footsteps, he tilted his head up and glanced down the hall, dark eyes widening at the sight of the small girl with short, short hair coming towards him. She looked . . so much like him when he was a lot younger. ``Mikoto?``

[miiikoo]

"Ah... yeah," she said with a small smile and a nod. She stopped in front of him, lifting her arm off her wound to tuck her bands behind her ear carefully; carefully as to not get any blood from her fingertips onto the skin of her face or in her hair. She immediately put her hand back over the cut. "You look tired, Sasuke-san."

[avengements]

He lifted one of his hands, waving it slightly and doing his best to look nonchalant. Yes, he was about to keel over and just sleep, but he wasn't going to do it when he was meeting his.. mother right now.

``I am, but it's fine. Come inside.`` Sasuke turned and nudged the door open with his elbow, leaning against it to keep it open and letting his eyes avert to the cut on the girl's arm. He'd have to fix that.

[miiikoo]

"Thanks," she murmured shyly as she stepped into the room; it looked much like her own, which didn't surprise her in the least. They were, after all, in a hotel. Room differentiation probably wasn't on the 'Host's' list of top priorities.

[avengements]

``Mm . . `` The older moved into the room after her, shutting the door and locking it before stepping to set the mug on the nearby desk where his laptop rested. After that, he went towards his bed and knelt down, taking hold of the sheet and ripping a long piece off.

Sasuke turned towards the girl, kneeling ever so slightly since he was actually taller than her. ``Come here,`` he murmured quietly.

[miiikoo]

She observed him as he moved throughout the room, going from the desk to the bed, and then watching as he ripped off the part of the sheet, automatically knowing what he was doing. Glancing down at her wound, she lifted her hand slightly just to take a peek; it was still bleeding, though not much. She looked back at him as he spoke and felt the need to protest, but instead consented without a word and walked the very few steps over to him.

[avengements]

It felt odd, switching around the roles of mother and son. He could partially remember when she had been helping him with his own cuts and bruises, but it was rather blurry. Sasuke wasn't sure if it was because of the headaches or if he was just thinking about it too much.

Once she was close enough, he reached out and carefully lifted her arm, making sure not to hurt her (it seemed weird to be helping instead of harming) then tying the strip of material around her arm. Wrapping it twice and making sure the knot was secure, he pulled his hands away afterwards, watching her silently.

[miiikoo]

Mikoto lifted her opposite hand, the one covering the injury, before he began wrapping it, watching his hands move. She glanced at him in between the time elapsed and smiled ever-so-slightly, letting her arm drop once she was sure he was done tying the strip around her arm as a makeshift dressing. "Thank you," the girl said with a tiny grin.

[avengements]

Nodding slowly, he lifted his hand up and pinched of the bridge of his nose between his thumb and middle finger, trying to will away an oncoming migraine. Sadly, it didn't help much at all.

Sasuke smiled barely; a fleeting thing that was there and gone again. He stood up straight and placed his hands on his hips, head tilting to the side. ``So,`` he paused, shaking his hair out of his face. ``Do you see them?``

[miiikoo]

She merely nodded, more concerned about his... well-being rather than their previous bickering. "You should lie down, Sasuke-san," she suggested softly. "It'll help with your headache." Or what she guess was a headache, anyways; she always pinched the bridge of her nose whenever she had one. Just another quality, she supposed.

[avengements]

Quickly, he pulled his hand down and moved backwards to sit down on his bed, reaching out for the cup on the nightstand though stopping when he noticed how his hand was shaking.

He blinked slowly then tugged his hand back to himself again, pressing them both into his lap and shaking his head. ``I'll be fine,`` he replied in a whisper.

[miiikoo]

Mikoto couldn't help but let out a small sigh. "Shaking hands hardly mean you'll be okay," she pointed out, hoisting herself up and sitting down on the bed beside him. She was so light she hardly made the bed move.

[avengements]

The older turned his head to give the girl a light glare; the age old thing he did to everyone, though he caught himself and looked away before she could notice.

He lifted his shoulders in a shrug, making it seem like he was fine, but the lights flashing in front of his eyes told him otherwise.

[miiikoo]

She caught the movement of his head and shoulders from the corner of her eye. "Am I a good mom in the future?" she asked, looking up at him. Something in the pit of her stomach made her feel like she shouldn't have asked, shouldn't have inquired, but she was only ten and curious.

[avengements]

He felt himself tense at the question, dark eyes flashing before he shut them tightly and lifted his hand to press over them. How was he suppose to say this without adding in the death?

Relaxing now, Sasuke glanced towards the girl and nodded quickly. ``Yes, you are.``

[miiikoo]

A small smile graced her features and she seemed pleased with his answer. "I'm glad," she responded quietly before lifting her hand and covering a small yawn that escaped from her lips.