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Don't Remember	By : ShadowsCall Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1419 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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An: Round two! *peace sign* ....Anyway, since my lovely editor and myself don't have the same word editing programs, the spaces for paragraphs are usually some how edited out when sent by email. >.> Stupid Microsoft Works. So if you happen to see any mistakes like that, please pardon it, I went through and seperated them then checked again. I'm mostly sure I didn't miss any.

Also, thank you for your reviews. ^^ The one left by blackbloodedkunoichi made have the most evil laugh I've had yet. Virgin Sasuke... I do believe that's a rare one in my stories, and in this, he's pretty much the opposite of virginal. But to keep you interested doll, there's a lap dance in the third chapter. There, that might keep you reading.

Sasuke groaned as his alarm went off. Whatever good dream he had been having suddenly left his memory, though sleep stubbornly clung to him. The alarm was noisy enough to drag him out of his warm and comfortable spot under the sheets, and he swung a hand to smack at it. Eventually it shut off, leaving the room quiet except for the faint voice of the man who lived below him, and his TV. Possibly some birds as well, but Sasuke wasn�t paying attention. Birds always sounded too cheerful in the morning.

Grunting as he stretched his arms over his head, Sasuke yawned, closing his eyes. He wished he could crawl back into bed, but that wasn�t responsible. Generally, he tried to be on time for work, despite the annoyances there.

He blinked, dropping his arms to his sides. It suddenly came back to him that he wasn�t alone, that now his... well whatever Itachi was to him, slept in the other room. That is, if he hadn�t robbed him the night before. Sasuke stuck his head out of the door, tilting it a little to see if his things were still in the living room. Everything was as he had left it, more or less clean and put away. There was a loud thump from his spare bedroom, followed by a groan. Blinking, Sasuke hurried into the room, snickering at the scene. Itachi was still half on the bed, his arm and leg propped up on the mattress, sheets tangled around his waist. His body began to shake as he coughed, the rest of him sliding off of the bed. �Itachi?� Sasuke kneeled next to him, putting his hand on his shoulder.

�God, that hurt.� Itachi�s head had met the floor, and the two didn�t seem to like each other. Another cough took hold of him, lungs aching from the effort to breath and loosen the stuff that had settled in them.

�Are you alright?�

�Not the nicest way to wake up... Yeah, I�ll live. I think. My head feels like it�s about to crack open...�

�I�ve got Tylenol in the bathroom, hold on.� Sasuke stood and walked off, returning shortly with two pills and a bottle of water. His brother mumbled his thanks, taking the pills and water, swallowing both quickly. Raising an eyebrow as Itachi remained on the floor, Sasuke snaked his arm under his waist, trying to pull him up a little. �Come on, you should get back in bed.�

Itachi would have enjoyed that, if his head wasn�t about to fall off. Thanks to Sasuke, he was able to sit up partially, crawling into bed. �I�m not used to sleeping... in beds that are off the ground.� Breathing was becoming a hard labor, and he took shallow breaths to keep from coughing again, panting lightly.

�Ah...� Sasuke tugged the covers off of his waist, untangling them before laying them over him gently. �I have to leave for work in about an hour. I�ll be gone most of the day, but I get back around four.�
Itachi sniffled, waving his hand. �Right, have fun.�

�Yeah, right.� Fun wouldn�t be the exact word he would use to describe his job. Turning, he waved lightly over his shoulder as he walked out.

Itachi curled around his pillow. He had never been sober enough to know if this was a hang over, or if he was sick. His whole body ached, and every time he coughed it sent raw jolts down his nerves, making him whimper. It was frustrating; he never gave into anything, but at the moment he would have done whatever needed to make the pain go away. Another rough coughing spasm hit him, rattling his body to the bone. As he panted for breath, he pulled the bottle of water to his lips, letting a little trickle down his throat.

�Oi.� Sasuke returned to the room, frowning. �Are you alright?�

�Yeah,� he managed to gasp out, still panting after that last cough. His brother frowned, walking over to lay his hand on Itachi�s forehead. It was almost painfully cold compared to the rest of him; Itachi pulled away, wincing.

Sasuke cursed. �You�re really sick. Hold on.� Of all the rotten luck. He ducked into his room, picking up the phone and dialing the front desk of his work. Before Kiba could finish his spiel, Sasuke interjected, �Tell Orochimaru I won�t be in to work today.�

�Huh, what?�

�It�s Sasuke, stupid. Tell him I won�t be to work today. I had a family emergency.�

�Oh, yeah. Okay. See you tomorrow... Or should I tell him I don�t know when you�re coming back?�

�Tomorrow, for sure. Bye.� Sasuke pushed the button to hang up the phone, returning it to the stand to charge. He really didn�t know how to take care of a sick person. After he had moved out of his adopted family�s home, he had taken care of himself. The first thing he knew to do was take his temperature. If it was high enough, he�d have to drag Itachi to an emergency room.

After getting the thermometer out of the medicine cabinet above the sink, Sasuke walked into Itachi�s room just in time to witness another coughing fit taking hold of his brother. Once it was over, Sasuke leaned over him. �I�m going to take your temperature, okay?�

Itachi looked up at him dubiously. �Where at?�

�Your ass,� he replied quickly, voice dripping with sarcasm. �Where do you think? Open your mouth.� Itachi did as he was asked, managing to flick him off at the same time. Sasuke brushed the gesture off, smirking at his brother. �You shouldn�t make such suggestions to people you�re probably related to.�

Itachi closed his mouth around the thermometer, giving Sasuke a funny look. Comforting to see that his otouto was growing up to be more like him. He tried to give Sasuke a look that said, �If I was feeling better, smart ass, I would have kicked you for that.�

Sasuke waited for the thermometer to beep, watching as Itachi�s face flickered in pain. He put his hand on his shoulder gently, trying to comfort him. His expression softened a little, but was still for the most part indifferent. Itachi snorted at the attempt to be comforting, coughing a little in result. Annoyed at Itachi�s reaction, Sasuke twitched and pulled his hand back. The thermometer finally beeped and Sasuke drew it toward him, reading the numbers. Itachi took the chance to hack up another lung, turning away from Sasuke as he coughed. �Dammit, you�re really sick.� A hundred and two was definitely a high fever.

�Yeah...� Itachi pulled the covers closer to him, panting heavily. �Just... go to work... I�ll live...�

�Shut up. Go back to sleep for now, I�m going to run to the store and buy you some flu medicine.�

Itachi glared as best he could at Sasuke. �Tell me... to shut up? I was just... trying to be nice... fucker.�

�Once again, shut up. I�ll be back in about thirty minutes or so.�

Looking around, Itachi tried to find something worth throwing at Sasuke. Sadly, there was nothing he didn�t mind losing near him. The water bottle would have been okay, if he didn�t want a drink so badly. When his breathing became less labored, he drank the water, then settled back against the pillow. Sasuke was already gone, the door slamming as he left the apartment. Itachi blinked a little, sleep suddenly very appealing. He gave up and closed his eyes, drifting into a dreamless sleep.

Sasuke juggled the keys and his plastic bags, entering his apartment. Closing the door with his foot, he sighed, setting the bags down. It figured, as soon as they stocked the store with plastic bags again, it stopped raining. His houseguest was quiet, probably still out from before. Sasuke walked into the room to check on him, then paused. For some reason the scene struck a cord with him, making Itachi seem familiar. His brother twitched in his sleep, shivering a little. The covers had been kicked off and to the side of him.

Moving closer slowly, Sasuke picked up the sheets, trying to untangle them enough to spread back over Itachi. He felt as though he knew Itachi, and for some reason, he was fond of him. His brother was paler than the night before, dark hair partially covering his face. After he resettled the sheets over him, he sat down on the bed, next to Itachi. Sasuke brushed the hair from his brother�s eyes, blinking slightly in surprise as Itachi tilted his face toward his touch. Curious, he laid his hand on Itachi�s hot cheek, waiting for his reaction. Itachi rubbed his cheek against Sasuke�s hand then sighed, body relaxing a little more. �Itachi?� His brother remained silent, breath stirring the hair that had settled in front of his lips. Sasuke tried again, a little quieter and with a word that felt vaguely familiar. �Aniki?�

�Otouto...� Itachi murmured, unaware of how his brother stared at him in shock. When the hand didn�t move from his face, Itachi opened his eyes slowly, hazed with sleepiness and dazed a little by the fever. �Mm?�

�I brought the medicine.� He tried to sound as normal as possible, mind reeling with questions. It wasn�t likely he would get any from Itachi at the moment, though, so he didn�t ask.

�Medicine?�

Sasuke nodded. �You�re very sick... Do you even remember who I am right now?�

�Otouto,� he murmured again, smiling faintly at him.

�Sasuke.� Standing quickly, he returned to the living room to get the medicine he had bought.

�Right... Sasuke.� His mind finally caught on, making him curse silently as Sasuke shifted through the plastic bags. Of all the stupid things to say...

�Here.� Sasuke returned to the room, holding out two pills. His brother took them, and used the rest of the water in the water bottle to swallow them.

�Thank you.�

�And... I probably shouldn�t do this, but it�ll make your throat feel better, and it�s not that much anyway.� In Sasuke�s other hand was a bottle of whiskey, the dark colored liquid sloshing against the glass as he unscrewed the cap. �Open your mouth,� he said as he poured some into a spoon. His foster parents had used that on him, when he�d had bad colds. Sasuke shoved the spoon into Itachi�s waiting mouth, smirking a little as his brother made a face. Yeah, he usually had that reaction as well.

As he turned to leave, Itachi grunted. �Do you have to go?�

�What do you mean?� Sasuke looked back over his shoulder, screwing the cap back on the whiskey.

�Just stay... for a second.� He was surprised that Sasuke did as he asked, sitting next to him on the bed again. �I know... I�m just an annoying guest...� Itachi closed his eyes, glad that whiskey was doing its job. �But I haven�t been around anyone who hasn�t wanted something from me in ages.�

�You�re not just an annoying guest.� He was a weird homeless man who happened to be his brother, and felt more familiar than someone who he didn�t think he knew should have felt.

�Yeah? ...Thanks.� Itachi�s whole body ached, feeling cold despite the sheet around him. �Let me stay until,� he coughed a little, �until I feel better. Then I�ll leave.�

�You don�t have to leave...�

�Yeah?�

�Yeah.� Sasuke leaned back on his hands, staring up at the ceiling. What the hell was he doing? Helping family out, that was something that normal people did. Ever since Sasuke could remember, his life had been anything but normal.

�I�ll pay for half of the rent... and whatever food I eat.�

�I don�t really need money. That�s up to you.� He lived comfortably, thanks to his perverted boss.

Itachi shook his head, �I don�t like being a bum. I�ll give you money; when I�m better I can get it.�

�You have a job?�

�Uh�� Itachi smirked a little. �Sort of.�

�Okay...� How can someone sort of have a job? Either you had one, or you didn�t.

�It�s freelance.�

�Oh, okay.�

Itachi nuzzled his pillow, loving the feeling of actually having one. �I�ll buy my own booze too.� Sasuke sighed and shook his head. �What?�

�Nothing.�

�Well you don�t want me to drink your booze, so I won�t.�

�I don�t want you to drink at all.�

For some annoying reason, he felt obliged to make a deal with Sasuke. Out of gratitude for taking care of him, probably. �Only at night, promise.�

�I guess that�s a little better.� Sasuke rolled his eyes, fingers curling in the sheets.

Doing what he did, it was better when drunk. �Yeah... but nothing until I�m a little better. Except that whiskey.� Sasuke grunted in response, laying next to him. Blinking in surprise, Itachi opened his eyes, staring at his younger brother as the boy put his hands behind his head. It felt right, like it did when they were kids, and he would lay with Sasuke to make him feel better. He closed his eyes, feeling tired again. �Thanks for staying.�

�Of course.� Sasuke closed his eyes too, deciding to take a nap while he was there. A day off from work should be relaxing, anyway. They both fell asleep, Itachi dreaming of earlier days.

The room was noticeably darker when Itachi woke next. What woke him made him freeze, eyes widening. Sasuke was curled against him, facing pressed against Itachi�s neck. His own arm was around his brother, resting at his waist. He had no clue how this had happened, but he wasn�t about to complain. Sasuke�s breath ghosted over his neck, tickling sensitive areas. Itachi tried not to shiver, fingers twitching. He debated whether groping Sasuke in his sleep was a bad idea or a good one. This would be his only chance; Sasuke wouldn�t want to be close to him again like this, and the brat was asleep.

Throwing caution to the wind, Itachi slid his hand over Sasuke�s pants, fingers caressing the curve of his cheek through the slacks. His brother mumbled something in his sleep, but otherwise didn�t react. Itachi smirked a little, rubbing his butt. When Sasuke grunted and wiggled his rear against Itachi�s hand, the elder Uchiha couldn�t help but smile. It was somehow reassuring that the cute boy he had left was still in there.

�Mmmm...� Sasuke�s eyes fluttered open slowly and Itachi shut his own quickly, feigning sleep. �Neji?� Sasuke pulled away, looking up at Itachi sleepily.

It took most of his will not to twitch in annoyance. Who the hell was that? So... Sasuke had a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend with weird parents...

�Not Neji...� Sasuke shook his head and snuggled against his brother again, not fully awake anyway.

Itachi waited a moment to figure out if Sasuke was asleep, or if he just didn�t mind where his brother�s hand was. Sasuke stilled, breathing evenly again. Asleep, apparently; that was definitely a plus. Itachi shrugged a little to himself; he was already going to hell for being a whore, feeling up his brother shouldn�t hurt anything. He slipped his hand under the waistband of Sasuke�s pants, fingers kneading the bare skin. Sasuke grunted and licked his lips, tongue brushing over Itachi�s neck for a moment. Unable to help himself, he brushed his fingers between Sasuke�s cheeks. Sasuke shifted again, lifting his head slightly. Itachi pretended to be asleep with all his might, hand still down his brother�s pants.

Sasuke blinked slowly, moving his rear to make sure that Itachi�s hand was actually in his pants. Either Itachi was having good dreams, or he was copping a feel. His brother turned his head away, coughing into the pillow. Sasuke raised an eyebrow, peering closer. Was he awake? Once the cough settled, Itachi rubbed his cheek against the pillow, breath coming in slow and steady intervals. He watched for a bit longer then shrugged, assuming Itachi was sleeping. Linking his arm under Itachi�s, he lifted it to slide the hand out of his pants. At least it wasn�t the front side... and how had he managed to curl up against a stranger? He wasn�t the cuddling type at all. This man made him feel safe, and he relaxed while next to him. There had to be more to it than that, something he couldn�t remember. Itachi started coughing again, shoulders shaking with the effort. Sasuke sighed, shaking his shoulder. �Oi.�

�Nnn?� He tried to sound sleepy, opening his eyes. Stupid coughing; he needed a drink, or he would have been able to pull off sleeping just fine. Although if Sasuke suspected anything, it didn�t look it.

�Want me to get you a drink?� Itachi nodded and whispered assent. Sliding out of bed, Sasuke padded out of the room. Water, and Itachi probably needed another shot of whiskey.

Itachi scrubbed at his face, sighing. Shit, he needed a cold shower, and badly. He hadn�t thought he�d ever miss sex, but right now a little alone time in a shower was appealing. Sasuke returned to the room, handing him a glass of water. Licking his dry lips, Itachi took the glass and sipped at the water.

�I also brought the whiskey, if you think it will help your throat.

�It probably will...� Yeah, he needed a good stiff drink.

�Alright.� Sasuke unscrewed the cap and poured another spoonful, holding it to Itachi�s lips. His brother made a face at the taste, but swallowed all that was given to him. �A little better?� Itachi nodded, sipping the water. �If you think you can make it, you can move to my room until you feel better. I have a TV in there, so it won�t be so boring.�

�Okay.� TV and sleeping in Sasuke�s bedroom, what else could he want? Money... that was a given... maybe some sex that didn�t have to be paid for... Ah well, tv and sleeping in Sasuke�s bedroom were still nice ideas. He winced as he sat up, head pounding. Sasuke wrapped an arm around his shoulder and helped him up.

�So... were you having a good dream?�

Itachi tried to look indifferent. �Was I dreaming loudly?�

�No, not loudly.�

�Ah... well I guess it was. I don�t remember. I was relaxed.� Well, parts of him were relaxed, other parts were stiff.

�Uh-huh. Seemed very relaxed.� Sasuke lead Itachi to his room, helping to support his brother�s body.

Itachi tried not to smirk. �So, what... I was mumbling in my sleep or something?�

Tilting his head, Sasuke let go as Itachi slid into his bed. �No, but I woke up with your hand down my pants.�

�...Oh.� That was the last thing he had expected Sasuke to say.

�Don�t worry, I�m used to it. But that�s why I figured you must have been having a really good dream.� He laughed, tucking Itachi into bed.

�What do you mean you�re used to it?� Itachi gave him a weird look, somewhat annoyed by that statement.

�Ah... nothing.� Sasuke sat next to Itachi on the bed, grabbing the remote from the bedside table.

�You mean you�re used to waking up with someone�s hand down your pants, or that you get groped by strangers a lot?� What were the chances that they had the same profession? It would make going out easier, and who knows... maybe he could be the pimp for once.

�Uh... not groped by strangers, usually.�

�Oh.� That didn�t quite answer his question, but Itachi moved along to another that bugged him. Trying to sound casual, he asked, �So... you have a girlfriend... boyfriend?�

�Not really.�

�So you get groped a lot, but not by strangers... Are you a stripper, maybe?�

Sasuke rolled his eyes. �I�m not a stripper.�

�Shame, you�d make a nice one.� When Sasuke looked at him questioningly, he elaborated. �I�ve seen a lot of strippers in my day.�

Shaking his head, Sasuke returned his attention to the TV. �I�m not even going to ask why.�

�Used to work there,� he mumbled grumpily. Sure, he was a pervert, but he didn�t spend most of his life in a strip club just to watch.

�You used to be a stripper?� Sasuke was unable to hold back the surprise in his voice.

Itachi scowled. �So your first assumption is that I was a stripper, not a bouncer?�

�You look like you�d make a good stripper.�

He couldn�t dispute that, though he didn�t know if he could count it as a compliment or not. �Okay, so I was.�

�Figured.� Sasuke laughed, nudging Itachi�s side. �Alright then, come on, show me a stripper move or something.�

�Right.� He glared up at his younger brother, �I�ll show you a few moves before my head falls off.� Itachi sniffled, ruining the glare he was attempting to level at Sasuke.

�You�re no fun.�

�When I feel like I can move again, I�ll show you one, ne?� Itachi watched as Sasuke resettled on the bed, laying next to him. He struggled to stay awake, to get another chance like the one he�d had upon waking. Stupid cold, made him comatose.

�Weren�t you supposed to be at work?� Itachi closed his eyes, halfway giving in to his sleepiness.

�I was, but I called in sick.�

�You didn�t have to do that for me.� If Sasuke had the option of calling in sick, then Itachi guessed he wasn�t a whore. In a way, it was good. That shouldn�t be a family business.

�I didn�t mind. I needed a day off anyway.�

�I see.� Itachi pulled the pillow more under himself, pressing his face against it. �Thanks for taking care of me.� He tried to grumble it into his pillow, hoping the words would be mostly smothered. Thank yous didn�t come easy to him.

Shrugging a little, Sasuke flipped through the channels. There wasn�t a particular reason why he was helping Itachi so much, not one he understood yet, at least. Anyone else, and Sasuke would have tossed some cold medicine at them, then wished them luck. Not that his foster parents weren�t kind to him; he just didn�t go for that nurturing crap.

Time slipped by as Itachi drifted in and out of sleep, Sasuke busy watching day time television. He was glad he worked during the day; there wasn�t anything on. Sasuke sighed, and glanced at the clock. Neji would arrive in a few hours, and he still wanted to take a shower. Before he could get up, Itachi coughed hard again, wheezing a little as he panted for breath. �Oi.� Sasuke�s eyes filled with concern; he was starting to sound worse. �Will you be okay by yourself tonight?�

�I should be,� he wheezed out, hating how weak he sounded.

�Good...� If he said he was going to be okay, then going out wouldn�t be an issue. Sasuke didn�t feel all that good about going, but it was only a few hours away from home. Plus, he would take his cell phone with him incase Itachi really needed him, and leave the number.

Itachi shivered, his fever returning. �Hot date?�

�Something like that.�

�Oh.� Itachi frowned, disliking how much that annoyed him. His brother didn�t remember him, and he wasn�t his property. If Sasuke wanted to screw people, he should be able to. That didn�t change the fact that it hurt, just a little. �I can return to the spare bedroom, if you want. So you can have your room back tonight.�

�That�s alright. I... we... whatever, I can use the guest bedroom.�

�Are you sure?�

Sasuke nodded. �It�s fine.�

�Okay.� Scowling, he hid his face deeper against the pillow.

�Oh... It�s been a few hours, I guess I should give you some more of that medicine.� Sasuke stood up, cracking his back with a happy noise.

�Just leave it in here, so I don�t accidentally interrupt anything later.� When his brother didn�t respond, Itachi looked up, noticing that Sasuke was gone. Itachi growled a little, biting his pillow. When Sasuke was out, he�d find the whiskey and hide it in this room. He�d rather be drunk and pass out for the night than hear whatever Sasuke and... whoever were going to be doing.

Sasuke returned with the medicine in the palm of his hand, holding it out for Itachi. �Got enough water left?�

�Yeah, I think so.� His fingertips brushed the palm of Sasuke�s hand, scooping up the pills then popping him into his mouth. He downed the medicine with the rest of the water in the cup Sasuke had fetched for him earlier. �Thanks.�

�No problem.�

�If my head explodes, just toss me outside.� Itachi lied back against the pillow, drowsy again.

�Don�t worry, I will.� Sasuke leaned back against the headboard, arms behind his head for a cushion. All this laying around was making him lethargic, eyes only partially open as he watched TV.

�Sleep.� Itachi snorted. �You�ll need your energy for your date.� He couldn�t have sounded more sarcastic if he tried.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow, glancing down at his brother. �What�s your problem?�

�Nothing. Never mind.�

�No, what is it?�

Itachi ignored him, trying to be less angry and more sleepy. It wasn�t working. �Stupid.�

Twitching, Sasuke glared at Itachi. �What did I do?!� Pretending to be asleep, Itachi snored lightly. Sasuke wasn�t that naive. �God, he�s bitchy,� he grumbled under his breath, trying to find a comfortable spot against his headboard. Itachi�s foot snapped out and kicked him on the calf, then laid still. Wincing, Sasuke glared at the foot and kicked back.

Itachi kicked him again. �What the fuck?�

�You kicked me first!�

�You said I was bitchy!�

�Because you were!�

�I mumbled something and you assumed that I meant you. Unless you�re used to hearing that too.�

Sasuke twitched again. �Do you want to get kicked out of my bed?�

�Maybe I don�t want to be in your stinky bed!� Who knew who else Sasuke had slept with in this bed. The benefits of sleeping in Sasuke�s room were starting to dim. Thanks to his yelling, a rough coughing spasm hit him.

�If you don�t want to be in my bed, then get out.�

�Fine!� He wheezed out, throwing the covers off of himself and sitting up. The world suddenly dipped to the right, but thanks to being mostly drunk for a good portion of his life, he was used to it. Itachi stumbled toward the door, clutching at the doorjamb for a moment. He was no longer sleepy, but his stomach grumpily reminded him that he hadn�t had nearly enough to eat the night before. Turning the corner into the hallway, Itachi headed for the kitchen. There was also another TV in the living room, one he could watch without interference from the brat.

The world suddenly tipped itself to the right, and Itachi tried to adjust himself to keep from falling, but hadn�t been drunk enough to have his... erm... drunk legs. �Shit,� he grumbled as he smacked his shoulder rather hard against the hallway wall. At least he hadn�t completely fallen. That was a feat within itself.

Sasuke heard the loud thump and stood, blinking. �Itachi?�

Pushing away from the wall, Itachi ignored him, continuing further. All he had to do was pretend he was drunk, then he�d be able to walk with a little more certainty. An arm around his waist made him jump.

�Come on.�

��Mm hungry.� Itachi coughed, though lighter than before. �I need a drink.�

�I�ll get you something to eat and... a non-alcoholic drink.�

�Water.� Itachi scowled as he was lead into the living room. �I�m not that much of a drunk.�

�Right.� He gently dropped Itachi onto the couch, bending over to get the afghan off of the back and drape it over Itachi�s legs. Itachi tilted his head back, marks on his neck visible. They sort of looked like hickeys... but not. Sasuke leaned closer, raising an eyebrow. �Are those�?�

�Bruises.�

�From?�

�From a fight. A stupid fight, actually, you don�t choke people by squeezing the side of their neck.� The truth was worse... but that wouldn�t be easy to explain. He had a certain customer with tastes that had gone too far one night.

Sasuke shook his head, walking into the kitchen. The sort of life he had led before Sasuke had run into him... it must have been horrible. Choke marks, a slash over his wrist, and the need to booze up every day. Even if Sasuke considered his employer a jerk, a perverted one at that, it wasn�t as bad. He shoved that to the back of his mind, concentrating on making the sandwiches. At least Itachi remembered his past, that there wasn�t a large hole where his childhood memories should be. Or worse: the knowledge that something horrible happened, more than likely, to make him forget, and he just didn�t remember what it was.

Reaching up, he got out a glass of water and filled it, then juggled the two plates of sandwiches and the glass back into the living room. �Here.� Carefully, he set one of the plates on Itachi�s lap, handing him the water. His brother shoved half of the sandwich into his mouth, purring as he ate. Sasuke nibbled on his own lunch... dinner... thing, a little more sedately, watching Itachi finish his food with a sigh. �So...�

Itachi swallowed a gulp of water then coughed. �So?�

�Are you sure we�ve never met before?�

�Do you remember me?� Stalling might buy him some time to figure out something to make up. The past wasn�t worth remembering.

�You seem really familiar, and I�m...� his voice trailed off, eyes on the sandwich in his hands as if it held all the answers.

�And you�re?�

�I�m fond of you, for some reason. Besides,� Sasuke shifted his gaze to Itachi, giving him a pointed look, �when I was trying to wake you up earlier, you called me otouto.�

�Of course... I�m obviously older. That would make you the younger brother, ne?�

Sasuke scowled. �We hadn�t even established for sure whether we were brothers or not. And you were looking at me like you knew me.� Itachi shrugged, averting his eyes and sipping his water. �You�re not telling me something.� His brother continued to be silent, licking his fingers clean of the few drops of jelly that had escaped.

�Well?�

Itachi shrugged. �What do you want me to say? Maybe my dad grabbed me sometime and introduced us. I don�t know. Or maybe I was dreaming of someone else.�

�Liar.�

�You don�t even remember your past, how could you call me a liar?�

�There are very few people I�m actually fond of... some random person I met once or twice wouldn�t qualify for that list.� It was far too much of a coincidence.

�Look, you can check with the foster homes. I was taken out of mine, then sent to a hell hole. Anything before that is fuzzy, excuse me if I don�t try to reach real hard to look into my past.�

Sasuke dropped his sandwich onto the plate. �Fine.� Standing, he turned toward the kitchen. �I guess it doesn�t matter, since obviously, however we knew each other, you weren�t as fond of me as I was of you.�

Itachi flinched, knuckles whitening as he gripped the couch. Not fond of him... He cared more for his little brother than he did for anyone else in the world. �I�m not usually nice to people either. And I don�t usually talk to anyone.�

Sasuke paused then tossed his dish into the sink. �Hn.� Walking back out, he turned toward his room. �I�ve got to get ready for my date.�

�Fine.�

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