Hate Tea [ItaShi, slight SakuSasu; PG]
Title: Hate Tea
Author: the-lady-lamb
Genre: Naruto
Sub-genre: Angst/Romance
Summary: "I hate her!" Sasuke said, passion making his tiny body sway a little. "Yes," Itachi said gently, "that's it exactly." Canon!verse assuming Shisui's a chick and Itachi's three or four years Sasuke's senior.
Rated: PG for fluff romantic themes.
Author's Notes: yukari_rin and I have been exchanging fan fiction drabbles via text message. I never finished sending her this little number, and so here it is for her to read online. 8D ♥
Hate Tea
When Sasuke re-entered the house it was in his customary clumsy way (he was only five after all), and Itachi (with the strange sixth-sense he had for all things Sasuke-related) had felt him drawing near and his and Shisui's argument (however cold) was long finished - all clothing and dignity was carefully and properly rearranged. They sipped their tea on opposite sides of the table and pretended to be civilized. (Pretended it was not her saliva drying on his lips and that they were civilized and peaceful.)
By the time little feet are beating on the floor a short ways off, they had been like this for quite some time. They neared closer and Shisui set her cup down sharply. Itachi's eyes flicked upwards to her face with the short swift clink that accompanied the protest of the china.
"Aniki! Aniki!" Sasuke threw the rice paper door open and dashed in in a rush - a little summer breeze that twined itself tightly around Itachi's angular hips. (He was grateful, then - Itachi was, both to be standing and that he had heard his brother coming so that he could have an opportunity to sufficiently calm himself.) His face stayed pale, even as his hands strayed automatically to Sasuke's short bushel of black hair.
Sasuke pressed almost unnecessarily close; Itachi felt him breathe in, deeply inhaling the scent of him and seeming to calm somewhat as he did so. It was both incredibly endearing and slightly disconcerting. There was a small moment of standing still before Sasuke looked up at him, the sharp tip of his chin pressing into Itachi's stomach, his hands still locked around his pelvis. His whole face was flushed deeply, cream-like complexion awash with a delicate rosy pink. "Aniki, I hate her!"
"Mm?" Itachi gently stroked the top of brother's head. "Who?"
"Haruno Sakura," Sasuke sighed exasperatedly, as if he had explained this to many, many people already.
"The word 'hate' has a very volatile connotation that I'm not certain you're fully acknowledging."
"Wha- Aniki, stop using big words!"
"I mean, I do not think that word means what you think it means."
"I know what you mean- Uh? Shisui-neechan? Are you going?"
Shisui was standing, by this point, and took the liberty of laying her hand on Sasuke's head directly beside Itachi's - her pinky barely brushed his forefinger and (perhaps for the sake of the young boy between them) they both refused the urge to recoil from one another as it did. "I apologize, Sasuke-kun. My father requested I return early today."
"Will you be back tonight? Like always?"
Shisui was quiet, taking her hand back gracefully and not like a woman stung - a child's intuition could be trusted, after all. She shook her head. Sasuke looked unhappy.
"You'll be back tomorrow, won't you?"
She watched him a second before reaching to run her fingers along his cheek affectionately. "It is significantly more likely than the alternative."
Both brothers watched the closed sliding door for a long time after her image had been lost to them behind the rice paper. The house was rockingly silent - they were alone inside of it and Itachi wondered if a thought like that would've made Sasuke lonely. (He wondered nothing about himself. There was no wondering to do.)
"Aniki?" Sasuke looked up at him again at last. "Are you and Shisui-neechan fighting?"
Itachi took his time looking back down at him. "What would drive you so far as to hate Haruno-chan?"
Sasuke's face twist, petulant anger rekindled. "I hate her! I know I hate her! I hate everything about her! Her hair and her clothes and her weird blonde friend and the way she talks to me! The way she looks at me!"
"Looks at you...?"
"Like she can see me!"
An interesting way to word things. Itachi fingered Sasuke's bangs as Shisui had done, refusing his desire to make fun of his little brother for being so painfully shy and withdrawn.
"I don't think you hate her," Itachi said instead, not taking his hand away. (So cute, his darling little brother.) "Actually, I'm sure you'll find yourself loving her quite romantically, with time."
Sasuke's face went a bright shade of tomato. "Wha- Aniki!" He knotted his tiny brows together and his similarly tiny hands bundled and clenched at the back of Itachi's pants. "Aniki, don't bully me!"
Itachi's lips twitched and twisted into a smile. "I'm serious."
Sasuke went, if possible, even redder. "A-Aniki!"
"You don't think you could fall in love with her...?"
"I hate her!" Sasuke said, passion making his tiny body sway a little.
"Yes," Itachi said gently, looking back up at the rice paper door as if he expected someone to walk through it and interrupt him. (No one would - they were the only ones in the house. Itachi was alone with his little brother and only the summer awaited them outside of this room.)
"Yes," Itachi said (and his own summer was nearly over), "that's it exactly."
Author: the-lady-lamb
Genre: Naruto
Sub-genre: Angst/Romance
Summary: "I hate her!" Sasuke said, passion making his tiny body sway a little. "Yes," Itachi said gently, "that's it exactly." Canon!verse assuming Shisui's a chick and Itachi's three or four years Sasuke's senior.
Rated: PG for fluff romantic themes.
Author's Notes: yukari_rin and I have been exchanging fan fiction drabbles via text message. I never finished sending her this little number, and so here it is for her to read online. 8D ♥
Hate Tea
When Sasuke re-entered the house it was in his customary clumsy way (he was only five after all), and Itachi (with the strange sixth-sense he had for all things Sasuke-related) had felt him drawing near and his and Shisui's argument (however cold) was long finished - all clothing and dignity was carefully and properly rearranged. They sipped their tea on opposite sides of the table and pretended to be civilized. (Pretended it was not her saliva drying on his lips and that they were civilized and peaceful.)
By the time little feet are beating on the floor a short ways off, they had been like this for quite some time. They neared closer and Shisui set her cup down sharply. Itachi's eyes flicked upwards to her face with the short swift clink that accompanied the protest of the china.
"Aniki! Aniki!" Sasuke threw the rice paper door open and dashed in in a rush - a little summer breeze that twined itself tightly around Itachi's angular hips. (He was grateful, then - Itachi was, both to be standing and that he had heard his brother coming so that he could have an opportunity to sufficiently calm himself.) His face stayed pale, even as his hands strayed automatically to Sasuke's short bushel of black hair.
Sasuke pressed almost unnecessarily close; Itachi felt him breathe in, deeply inhaling the scent of him and seeming to calm somewhat as he did so. It was both incredibly endearing and slightly disconcerting. There was a small moment of standing still before Sasuke looked up at him, the sharp tip of his chin pressing into Itachi's stomach, his hands still locked around his pelvis. His whole face was flushed deeply, cream-like complexion awash with a delicate rosy pink. "Aniki, I hate her!"
"Mm?" Itachi gently stroked the top of brother's head. "Who?"
"Haruno Sakura," Sasuke sighed exasperatedly, as if he had explained this to many, many people already.
"The word 'hate' has a very volatile connotation that I'm not certain you're fully acknowledging."
"Wha- Aniki, stop using big words!"
"I mean, I do not think that word means what you think it means."
"I know what you mean- Uh? Shisui-neechan? Are you going?"
Shisui was standing, by this point, and took the liberty of laying her hand on Sasuke's head directly beside Itachi's - her pinky barely brushed his forefinger and (perhaps for the sake of the young boy between them) they both refused the urge to recoil from one another as it did. "I apologize, Sasuke-kun. My father requested I return early today."
"Will you be back tonight? Like always?"
Shisui was quiet, taking her hand back gracefully and not like a woman stung - a child's intuition could be trusted, after all. She shook her head. Sasuke looked unhappy.
"You'll be back tomorrow, won't you?"
She watched him a second before reaching to run her fingers along his cheek affectionately. "It is significantly more likely than the alternative."
Both brothers watched the closed sliding door for a long time after her image had been lost to them behind the rice paper. The house was rockingly silent - they were alone inside of it and Itachi wondered if a thought like that would've made Sasuke lonely. (He wondered nothing about himself. There was no wondering to do.)
"Aniki?" Sasuke looked up at him again at last. "Are you and Shisui-neechan fighting?"
Itachi took his time looking back down at him. "What would drive you so far as to hate Haruno-chan?"
Sasuke's face twist, petulant anger rekindled. "I hate her! I know I hate her! I hate everything about her! Her hair and her clothes and her weird blonde friend and the way she talks to me! The way she looks at me!"
"Looks at you...?"
"Like she can see me!"
An interesting way to word things. Itachi fingered Sasuke's bangs as Shisui had done, refusing his desire to make fun of his little brother for being so painfully shy and withdrawn.
"I don't think you hate her," Itachi said instead, not taking his hand away. (So cute, his darling little brother.) "Actually, I'm sure you'll find yourself loving her quite romantically, with time."
Sasuke's face went a bright shade of tomato. "Wha- Aniki!" He knotted his tiny brows together and his similarly tiny hands bundled and clenched at the back of Itachi's pants. "Aniki, don't bully me!"
Itachi's lips twitched and twisted into a smile. "I'm serious."
Sasuke went, if possible, even redder. "A-Aniki!"
"You don't think you could fall in love with her...?"
"I hate her!" Sasuke said, passion making his tiny body sway a little.
"Yes," Itachi said gently, looking back up at the rice paper door as if he expected someone to walk through it and interrupt him. (No one would - they were the only ones in the house. Itachi was alone with his little brother and only the summer awaited them outside of this room.)
"Yes," Itachi said (and his own summer was nearly over), "that's it exactly."