You and I (1/1)
This isn't much, really, and probably even shouldn't count since it doesn't fit.
Writing just to write, it's a scene I cut from Wise, but I didn't want to throw it away, so I decided to do something with it because I'm actually making headway with EM. *mixed feelings* Slow but steady, I am getting there. As far as the next part in the Domestic series, though, I'm stuck again. I think I need some kind of decision maker in my life. Like the Wheel of Morality from Animaniacs, except I'd get all Bush Jr. with that mess and call it The Decider, because I actually would love to have something like that.
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Characters: Itachi, Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: PG
Words: 492
Summary: “You really are annoying when you do that."
“How long are you staying anyway?” Sasuke says, letting his arm draped over the back of the sofa fall again to his lap. He rubs the heel of his palm against his knee, gaze raised to Itachi from the smudge of dark blue paint dried on the material of his pants. “Coming here, does that mean you’re going to be in Japan for good?”
“I’ll be in Narita until the end of the week at least, pending the outcome of a merger. I leave for Singapore Saturday.”
Hand held still over his knee, Sasuke almost frowns. “And you’ll be staying there how long?”
“If all goes well, no more than a month.”
Sasuke lifts his hand, making an impatient gesture for Itachi to continue. “And after that...”
“I can’t say.”
“No, I know you can say. You just don’t want to for some reason.”
“It depends, Sasuke.”
“On what? If you’re going to be in Japan, just say yes or no.”
“Yamaguchi will probably be my mainstay. Although this is only tentatively speaking, of course.”
“You really are annoying when you do that. Trying to pull one over me like I’m still a kid.” Sasuke snorts, tapping his fingers against the side of his leg. “I really wish you called me beforehand about coming here, though. I know this place isn’t like home, but you didn’t have to go through the trouble of paying for a hotel when you could have stayed here instead.”
“I do like your apartment,” Itachi says. “As quaint as it is, though, I wouldn’t want to intrude. I have a conference call first thing in the morning, and I’ll be busy for the rest of the week.”
“It would have been nice if you’d at least given me the chance to offer.” Sasuke uncrosses his legs and stretches himself across the sofa. Leaning against Itachi, he props his feet on the armrest.
“Even so, I noticed you only have one room. Does that entail you and Naruto sharing a bed?”
“Not that it’s any of your business,” Sasuke says, firm with his arms folded over his chest, although a blush renders his apparent resolve ineffective, “but no. We don’t. I would have given you my bed.”
“And where would you sleep?” With a slight smile, Itachi shifts on the sofa to make room for his brother lying comfortably against him, resting his head on top of Sasuke’s.
“On the other bed crammed inside our room.”
“Naruto’s bed, I’m assuming, but then where would-”
“In here on the floor,” Sasuke says without hesitation, disregarding completely the option of Naruto even sleeping on the sofa.
Unwittingly, Itachi’s shoulders begin to shake, and he covers his mouth to curb the faint sounds of a laughter that eventually does escape him. “Not the sofa?”
Sasuke raises an eyebrow, tilting back his head to peer at Itachi with a smirk too wide not to be a smile. “He has a futon.”
Writing just to write, it's a scene I cut from Wise, but I didn't want to throw it away, so I decided to do something with it because I'm actually making headway with EM. *mixed feelings* Slow but steady, I am getting there. As far as the next part in the Domestic series, though, I'm stuck again. I think I need some kind of decision maker in my life. Like the Wheel of Morality from Animaniacs, except I'd get all Bush Jr. with that mess and call it The Decider, because I actually would love to have something like that.
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Characters: Itachi, Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: PG
Words: 492
Summary: “You really are annoying when you do that."
“How long are you staying anyway?” Sasuke says, letting his arm draped over the back of the sofa fall again to his lap. He rubs the heel of his palm against his knee, gaze raised to Itachi from the smudge of dark blue paint dried on the material of his pants. “Coming here, does that mean you’re going to be in Japan for good?”
“I’ll be in Narita until the end of the week at least, pending the outcome of a merger. I leave for Singapore Saturday.”
Hand held still over his knee, Sasuke almost frowns. “And you’ll be staying there how long?”
“If all goes well, no more than a month.”
Sasuke lifts his hand, making an impatient gesture for Itachi to continue. “And after that...”
“I can’t say.”
“No, I know you can say. You just don’t want to for some reason.”
“It depends, Sasuke.”
“On what? If you’re going to be in Japan, just say yes or no.”
“Yamaguchi will probably be my mainstay. Although this is only tentatively speaking, of course.”
“You really are annoying when you do that. Trying to pull one over me like I’m still a kid.” Sasuke snorts, tapping his fingers against the side of his leg. “I really wish you called me beforehand about coming here, though. I know this place isn’t like home, but you didn’t have to go through the trouble of paying for a hotel when you could have stayed here instead.”
“I do like your apartment,” Itachi says. “As quaint as it is, though, I wouldn’t want to intrude. I have a conference call first thing in the morning, and I’ll be busy for the rest of the week.”
“It would have been nice if you’d at least given me the chance to offer.” Sasuke uncrosses his legs and stretches himself across the sofa. Leaning against Itachi, he props his feet on the armrest.
“Even so, I noticed you only have one room. Does that entail you and Naruto sharing a bed?”
“Not that it’s any of your business,” Sasuke says, firm with his arms folded over his chest, although a blush renders his apparent resolve ineffective, “but no. We don’t. I would have given you my bed.”
“And where would you sleep?” With a slight smile, Itachi shifts on the sofa to make room for his brother lying comfortably against him, resting his head on top of Sasuke’s.
“On the other bed crammed inside our room.”
“Naruto’s bed, I’m assuming, but then where would-”
“In here on the floor,” Sasuke says without hesitation, disregarding completely the option of Naruto even sleeping on the sofa.
Unwittingly, Itachi’s shoulders begin to shake, and he covers his mouth to curb the faint sounds of a laughter that eventually does escape him. “Not the sofa?”
Sasuke raises an eyebrow, tilting back his head to peer at Itachi with a smirk too wide not to be a smile. “He has a futon.”