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[emonojutsu]

Who: Sasuke, Wrath and Itachi
Where: Itachi's place
When: Sometime. Sunday I guess.
Summary: Sasuke takes Wrath along to his "I stalk Itachi" session.
Rating: PG maybe?
Other: Nnnngh.

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[discordantchild]

Wrath was already barefoot, save for the spandex spats covering the arch of his feet...but at least when Sasuke paused to remove his shoes, he...wiped them. He didn't hold Sasuke's hand; that was for girls. But now and then he did reach out to catch the hem of his shirt for a moment or so.

"Huh. It's a pretty big place." he said, his voice actually quiet and relatively calm, bruise-colored eyes warily regarding their surroundings as they moved forward. It didn't matter to him, overmuch. Wealth was wealth and meant nicer stuff, but Wrath could just as soon find happiness in the slums.

Or pestering Sasuke. He liked pestering Sasuke.

Still, he paused for a moment, mismatched limbs going still as he stared at the sleeping man on the couch for a moment before trotting after Sasuke eagerly.

[pogromanate]

Itachi was in complete harmony. Himself was sleeping on the couch with a book on his chest, his typical clothing and tied up hair. A few hours ago, he was peacefully by himself - there was no interruptions for his own idle activities.

Still, when the door opened and a faint noise of speech approached him, Itachi’s figure twitched at the sudden heat of charka that he felt. But soon enough it fell into the back of his head and he resumed sleeping. He was not in his right mind; tense muscles of the unacknowledged presence went unnoticed. Itachi did not suffer from exhaustion which could have been the cause for his constant half-dazed state, but merely the fact that immortality was taken advantage of, in the dullest way possible.

Eyelids quarter-flickered open briefly to see the youngest of guests peering down at him, and it went ignored like many other things. The Uchiha once again closed his eyes, and tilted his head. His lips parted as he sucked in a deep inhale, his chest heaving, and once again he felt relief wash over him.

[emonojutsu]

Sasuke invaded the kitchen, got out a bowl and spoon and found the last of the strawberry ice cream in the freezer. Without asking his sleeping host, he dished it out for Wrath, tossing the empty container away and picking the bowl up off the counter, walking into the living room with it and thrusting it into his kid "brother"'s hands.

"Don't eat so fast you get sick." He cautioned, looking away from the small, slight child to the man sleeping on the couch. He'd had a dream about Itachi... One that still bothered him, unsettled him. They'd been kids, Itachi had...

Sasuke reached up, rubbed his own forehead. It was a stupid thing, to dream of a man he didn't really know, to associate him with a dead brother he couldn't remember. Still, on impulse, he reached over, poked Itachi in the center of his forehead.

[discordantchild]

Wrath's face lit up with delight at the bowl of icecream being shoved into his hands. The spoon was grasped; but ignored for a moment in lieu of his finger, which dug out the first cold mouthful, earning Sasuke a happy "Mmm!"

"Ne ne~ I won't!" he added after a moment, finally remembering the spoon as he moved to stand just where he could watch the other two while he ate, spooning another cold mouthful of the ice cream into his mouth, licking at the spoon gleefully.

Sasuke really was the best big brother; even if he did seem to worry too much.