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The Sun and Moon	By : MisatosPenPen Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Stacy: I adore Kakashi with either of the Uchiha and I enjoyed writing that chapter. The Itachi/Naruto was harder, but I hope it lives up to your expectations!

DarkAngelJudas: Yeah, but I like long chapters, sorry. You should see my novel . . . one of six . . . I don’t know when to stop . . .

Seraphic: Indeed. I’m usually realistic about the consequences of Sasuke’s ‘treason,’ but I think this is realistic as well (I’m writing another story as well with a similar happy homecoming). Thank you about Hopelessly. I love evil Sasuke (obviously, Hopelessly, Fallen Leaves . . .). Honestly, I don’t like the Itachi/Naruto pairing either. This came from a fic-swap that I was invited to participate in because of Christmas with the Uchiha. I ended up writing two fics because I having trouble with both and figured I could get one of them ready. That was the other one. But this one I improved with time and being able to focus on the Kakashi/Sasuke as well. I ended up liking this couple in this story, but it’s not normally my thing. That part with Kakashi crying was not planed, it just came out of the writing. But it was sooooo sweet! Hope you enjoy this chapter!

ReaperninHiro: Thank you! I cross-stitch, I need to find the right kind of red fabric and stitch a red hanky for all my fans, but by the time I finish them, I may not be writing any more . . . I think I’ll attempt it anyway. See the last comment for explanation of the Itachi/Naruto thing.

Disembodiedvoiceofthedying: Sasuke and Kakashi are so similar in certain ways that I believe they can relate to each other better than anyone else can with them. Ha! I enjoyed the little look backs at Itachi’s first lover in this one, but I hope you approve of him. It took a little coxing, but I really do love writing KakashixSasuke now.

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Things started getting weird between Naruto and Itachi when Naruto brought ramen over for Itachi. Sasuke was finally persuaded to go out on a multi-day mission with just Kakashi. Naruto knew Sasuke had pretty bland taste and thought Itachi could do with some tasty Ichraku ramen.

Itachi was finally out of bed and able to breathe easily, but his brother had become a mother hen, refusing to let Itachi move and only go outside for a few minutes. It made Itachi smile, but he still relished being able to sit outside without Sasuke badgering him to ‘stay warm’ and ‘get back inside’ and ‘don’t tire yourself out.’ He’s worse than mother used to be. His own thought made him sad. He’d killed their mother in cold blood. He felt cold.

Then Naruto appeared. The blond’s sunny demeanor and complete lack of history with those he’d killed brought back some warmth.

“I brought ramen,” Naruto announced. “That bastard doesn’t appreciate good food and since he’s gone . . .” Naruto presented Itachi with the takeout bowl and chopsticks.

Itachi was a little startled that Naruto would bring him food. “Thank you.”

Naruto sat next to him on Sasuke’s porch and opened his own bowl. “Itakimatsu!”

“Itackimatsu,” Itachi said in a lower voice.

The way Itachi spoke, like a prayer, struck Naruto. It caused a foreign sensation in his spine. He shrugged it off and dug into his beloved ramen.

“This is really good,” Itachi said. That almost blew Naruto onto his back.

“You like it?”

“Yes. Thank you for bringing it.”

“No one else except Iruka-sensei seems to appreciate just how good it is.”

“It is on the sweet side, so that’s probably why Sasuke doesn’t like it. I used to be worried about him since he never liked candy. I told him if he was a good little brother he wouldn’t tell anybody about the fact he didn’t like candy, accept as much as people would give him, and give it to his older brother. Everyone doted on him because he was so adorable. Helped the he was the youngest son of the clan head. He started going up to our relatives and asking for candy with big puppy dog eyes just to bring it to me. If I hadn’t been training constantly I would have ended up looking like an Akimachi.”

Naruto laughed. “I can’t image Sasuke being that cute. Or you being that fat.”

“He was a lot different back then.” Itachi was sad again. Naruto had intended to leave once he finished eating, but with Itachi looking sad, he couldn’t leave.

“Do you want some tea or something?” Naruto asked.

“You know that’s one of things I miss most about Konoha, going to the tea houses.”

“Really? Want to go to one and get desert? I’m sure the duckbutt doesn’t keep any desert around here.”

Itachi laughed at the description of Sasuke. “No, he doesn’t. Since he’s not here to henpeck me, yes, I’d like to go out.”

Though Naruto wanted to take Itachi out to cheer him up and also thought Sasuke was being too protective of his brother, Naruto ended up being only a few steps behind Sasuke in that regard. He made Itachi wear a thick cloak and purposely kept their pace slow.

Itachi attracted stares the entire way, but Naruto sent a few mind-your-own-business stares back at people who looked too long. It didn’t occur to him that those stares weren’t all oh-my-god-it’s-the-S-class-criminal-Itachi stares but oh-my-god-he’s-gorgeous stares. All Naruto knew was they were making his companion uncomfortable.

Finally they got to the café and ordered. They both dumped the sugar into their tea and Itachi slathered his dangos in honey. [That sounds so dirty!]

“I think I’m starting to like you more than your brother,” Naruto pronounced.

Itachi smiled. He liked spending time with Naruto, but he felt like an adult hanging out with a child. He was only four years older than Naruto, but the maturity difference was far greater; he’d never been happy and carefree, babysitting his baby brother when he was only four years old. Naruto was a breath of fresh air after Akatsuki and his brother. Naruto was genuinely happy; Itachi needed that with the guilt he still carried.

“We should do this again,” Itachi said. “I like getting out and be around someone other than my dour, mothering little brother. And getting some sugar.” Itachi’s eyes sparkled when he said that. Naruto did not understand the innuendo.

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They started going out together regularly whenever Sasuke was away, which was more and more since he was accepted into ANBU—or rather, he accepted the invitation to join ANBU. Sai was made a permanent replacement on Team Kakashi.

Finally, Itachi was completely healthy. He was just recovered from his illness and no one—not he, Sasuke, or Tsunade—wanted to exchange the brothers’ eyes right now; let Itachi get strong again before putting his body through that. That meant the Sharingan was off limits for Itachi and limited for Sasuke as well since his eyes were already beginning to suffer; the truth about why Itachi killed their family and that Itachi really did love him all this time, awakening his Mangekyō before they returned to Konoha.

Itachi didn’t want to rejoin ANBU so he was being eased into the normal shinobi teams. Anticipating that Itachi would have a little trouble adjusting to a team again—he hadn’t spent much time at all in a four man team even before he slaughtered his clan—Tsunade decided to send him off with only one other person to begin with, a situation he was more familiar with. She chose the person who seemed to be the second closest to him: Naruto.

On the other hand, Naruto may not have been the best choice since he was nearly as protective of Itachi as Sasuke. Naruto was surprised how much like working with Sasuke it was. It was better actually since Itachi didn’t have Sasuke’s misanthropy. However, Itachi was used to having only one partner and was only attuned to him; that is, when they actually fought as a team, which was seldom. Itachi was trying though.

Today they were to raid a missing-nin base, kill them all, and recover anything of value to Konoha. Naruto took the lead; he just naturally took over out of his protectiveness and the fact that Itachi was sort of new to working on a real team. He felt Itachi was entrusted to him, therefore, he put Itachi in a support role. So Itachi stood back while Naruto took out the first bunch of missing-nins who were returning to their base. Naruto had been hesitant to go all out on them, not wanting to use his Sage or Kyuubi powers too much and ended up being cut up by a particularly talented swordsman before Itachi could attack from the distance Naruto had put him from the actual battle.

Itachi came up to him and took out the medical kit.

“Don’t worry, the Kyuubi heals my wounds really fast.”

“Tending your wounds will prevent scaring and infection. Take off your shirt.”

Naruto obeyed and sat down. Itachi knelt in front of him and tended his wounds.

“Don’t try to do everything yourself, Naruto,” Itachi said in his low, deep voice.

“I don’t want anything to happen you. Anyway, I’m used to it because I want people to respect me. I’ve worked hard for that respect. I can handle it.”

“Listen to me, the reason the villagers who used to dislike you began to trust you and think of you as a comrade was because you acknowledged them and you always try your hardest to be acknowledged by them. If you fixate on your ‘self,’ becoming arrogant and forgetting that others are there and able to help you, you will become like Madara. No matter how strong you become don’t try to bear any burden by yourself. You will fail. You know, the reason your father was able to be Hokage was because he had your mother, his student, his sensei, and all his friends around him. Your dream is your father’s, isn’t it? Then remember this well: the village didn’t acknowledge him because he became Hokage, he became Hokage because the village acknowledged him. Don’t forget your friends. I already tried to do so much on my own and failed. It wasn’t until I broke down and told Sasuke everything that our ordeal ended.”

Naruto was blown away and touched—in fact, he almost cried. Itachi continued to bandage Naruto up in silence as Naruto ruminated on what Itachi said. Then he looked at Itachi and said, “You know, that was one hell of a speech to say you recent not being on the front line.” He laughed a little.

Itachi smiled at him. “Indeed.”

“I know your vision isn’t too good and you’re not supposed to be using your Sharingan at all, so I worry about you.”

“There’s more to me than my Sharingan.”

“I know.”

“Don’t worry so much. Let me carry my weight; I was a prominent member of Akatsuki after all.”

Naruto nodded and Itachi finished up then they were off.

They came to the missing-nin hideout, a large rowhouse like structure in the middle of the forest. Itachi silently signaled that he would move around to the back and kill those who came out while Naruto took the fore and attacked from the front. Naruto nodded and Itachi leaped away.

While Itachi would wait for his prey to come to him, Naruto walked right up and Rasenganed the front door. Some inside stood their ground and fought Naruto while others fled through the back, to escape or come around behind Naruto, who appeared to be alone. Itachi was waiting for them with a few fire jutsu.

Itachi finished off all those outside and entered the building to help Naruto with the more hostile missing-nins.

One thing about Naruto was that he didn’t always think things through, didn’t always think about the consequences of his actions. One too many Rasengans made the roof unstable. Naruto called out to Itachi to warn him before the roof collapsed. Naruto was able to roll out the front door before the building utterly collapsed. He heard at least two men cry out in pain, possibly their death throes.

Naruto looked around for Itachi, but didn’t see him. He panicked and started searching the rubble.

“Itachi!” Naruto called. He repeated his name several times as he pulled up debris. “No, don’t be dead; Sasuke will kill me!”

“You’re only worried about what my little brother will do?”

Naruto turned at the voice to see Itachi standing there unscathed. He didn’t even think, he rushed Itachi and threw his arms around his waist. “I’m so glad you’re alright!”

Itachi stood stunned for a moment, but then put his arms around the blond’s shoulders. Suddenly Naruto realized what he was doing and bolted away. He was nervous and embarrassed, rubbing the back of his head.

“Ahh, yeah. I’m glad you’re okay. We should look for those . . . whatever we were supposed to recover.”

“Ah.” Itachi smiled at Naruto’s retreating back.

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They returned to Konoha together, a backpack full of data on the missing-nins and their original villages. They relaxed as soon as they were within the village gates.

Enter the mother hen.

“Itachi, are you alright? Are you hurt?” Sasuke was standing still, but something about his voice said he was suppressing the urge to hop around Itachi like a frantic eight year old and look for wounds.

“I’m fine, Otouto. You worry too much.” Itachi patted his head as he walked passed.

“Well, you were on a B mission with just this dobe.”

Itachi whirled. “Sasuke,” he admonished. And it wasn’t a playful admonishment, he was serious.

“What? We disparage each other all the time; it’s the kind of friendship we have.”

“I’ll have you know Naruto-kun saved my hide. Just don’t disparage him in front of me.”

Sasuke nodded to his brother. Itachi walked away, leaving the reporting in to Naruto—Tsunade would no doubt want Naruto to report on him as much as the mission.

Sasuke turned to Naruto. “Thank you,” he said sincerely.

“You’re welcome?”

Sasuke followed his brother.

Naruto was confused; he hadn’t saved Itachi’s life; he thought he might have killed him in that collapse. Why did Itachi lie?

He went to file his report, feeling very confused.

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On their next mission together, they were out long enough for them to have to bathe in a river. Itachi was relieved; Naruto had pegged him as the type who hated going more than three days without bathing.

Naruto didn’t even think of looking at Itachi as he stripped; Naruto stripped and jumped into the cold water. He turned to encourage Itachi to join him even while he shivered, but stopped, stunned by the beauty before him. Being nearly blind, Itachi was looking at the riverbank to step carefully into the water and so didn’t notice Naruto’s attention.

Itachi was awfully thin, but well muscled. He could have been a lovely statue of the purest white marble but for that black hair. If the water hadn’t been near freezing, Naruto would have been painfully erect. He was beautiful.

Itachi was about to enter the water. “It’s really cold,” Naruto warned. He was worried about how thin Itachi was.

“I’ve bathed in colder.”

“But you’ve just gotten well.”

Itachi scowled at him. “I’m fine.” There was that Uchiha tendency to be difficult and stubborn. If Naruto hadn’t said anything, Itachi would have toed the water and decided it was too cold; maybe just freshened up with fire-heated water. He stoically entered the water, but he washed himself quickly and got out.

Naruto had a good view of Itachi’s perfect ass and long legs as he stepped dripping from the water. Naruto licked his lips and was shocked when he realized what he’d just done: licking his lips while looking at another man’s ass.

Then he noticed something unsettling. There was a mark on Itachi’s shoulder. It looked like a hicky, but it wasn’t a bruise, it was a scar. It was out of sight as Itachi dried off and re-dressed before Naruto could get a really good look at it. But it looked like a bite mark. A human sized bite mark.

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Itachi could feel eyes on him—he was a shinobi for fuck’s sake—and he was used to being looked at with heated eyes. Naruto was looking at him more and more. He couldn’t help sneaking a few peeks at Naruto as well. He was missing sex and he might as well start looking for a new partner. But now that he was home, he wanted something more than a fuck buddy; he wanted a real lover, someone he could love.

Naruto was looking at him as he lay down to sleep, as he ate, even as they flew through the trees. He was beginning to wonder about Naruto, now he was pretty sure: Naruto wanted him.

Itachi was sure with his age, experience, and mature bearing he would easily dominate the younger man. The thought brought a smirk to his face. Even thought Itachi loved to be fucked, he was still the dominate one, the one in control of every situation. The thought of Naruto spread out before him, all his . . . Itachi was having to jack off in the shower as soon as he got home.

And it wasn’t just lust. Naruto cared for him, had a desire to mother him and Itachi enjoyed the cheerful boy’s company. He was so unlike everyone else in his life: his dour and seemingly distant and uncaring father with his stern face and heavy burdens which led him to expect too much from his eldest son and practically ignore his youngest; his quiet mother who complemented her husband’s seriousness, but was always kind to her children; his emotionally retarded brother who rarely smiled anymore—much to Itachi’s dismay—and kept his distance from everyone but Itachi and Kakashi; then Kisame.

He and Kisame had worked well together, the only team in Akatsuki that did. Despite Kisame’s brutish appearance, he was very loyal and kind to Itachi. He deferred to him, aware that Itachi didn’t like to fight and always asked his permission to enter a fray, taking his orders without argument. And he cared for Itachi. It seemed like everyone mothered him: Sasuke, Naruto, Kisame . . .

Itachi put a hand over the mark on his shoulder as he lounged alone on the sofa in the house he shared with his brother. He didn’t know if the mark was noticeable, but he could feel the scared texture of where Kisame often bit him with his shark-like teeth. Itachi didn’t love Kisame and Kisame would never admit that he loved Itachi, but it was obvious Kisame did. He never said it, but the way he touched him, looked at him, and calling Itachi by any number of pet names and calling him delicate and beautiful . . . Itachi missed him. He’d felt special and loved even if he didn’t love Kisame back. Itachi had known he was going to die and didn’t let it bother him that he was going to die without ever truly being in love. At least he had been loved.

When Sasuke was bringing him to Konoha, Kisame stopped him. Itachi was drained and injured, worse than Sasuke was. He had lied to Kisame. Kisame believed that Itachi was fighting Sasuke in order to take his eyes, that his illness would disappear after he took his brother’s eyes for his own; he didn’t know Itachi’s true intentions. Itachi was aware when Kisame stopped Sasuke, but he couldn’t lift his head or say anything. He lost consciousness before the fight started.

But at the end of the battle, when things had quieted down—that was perhaps what had woken him—Itachi opened his eyes and saw Kisame. Against Sasuke and his team, Kisame was brought down. The moment stretched. It seemed like forever that they looked into each other’s eyes: Kisame’s still bright and wide open and Itachi’s hooded and blurry as he lay on his stomach where Sasuke had laid him. He still didn’t say it, but Itachi knew. The words Kisame did say made tears bleed from his eyes then as they did now several weeks later.

“Itachi-san, it seems in the end I’m not so terrible after all.”

Suigetsu cut off his head. Itachi’s tears were lost in the rain created by Sasuke’s Kirin. They were hot as they fell from his eyes now. Kisame had been a good and loyal friend, a kind and considerate lover. Except for that bite on his shoulder. Itachi wished he could have loved Kisame back, but he couldn’t.

Naruto on the other hand . . .

Naruto was like sunlight: bright and cheery, naturally positive and happy. He was confident, outgoing, friendly, happy just to be alive. His hair shone like the sun and his eyes were clear and bright like a summer sky.

Itachi looked at himself. He wasn’t brooding like his brother, but he was quiet, reserved, naturally imperious, self-possessed, self-reliant, confident, a loner. He’d given Naruto that speech about trusting your comrades, but the truth was he was used to doing things himself or with just Kisame. When they both fought, they were usually fighting separate people—or separate groups of people. Itachi was just as convinced that he alone could succeed and achieve his goals. And Itachi was surrounded by darkness, a miasma created by the terrible sin of matricide and patricide. He’d murdered his own family, butchered his own clan. That sin weighed heavily upon him. He carried the guilt of what he did every day even if the village forgave, even if his brother mostly forgave him, he still knew what he had done. He realized he’d been living in the dark, under this cloud most of his life. Naruto was the sun. Naruto was also one of Sasuke’s very few friends—even that was enough of an endorsement. He was a warm summer breeze in Itachi’s cold life. Even gloomy, dour, sulky Sasuke basked in it.

Itachi really was coming to love Naruto.

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The shit hit the fan while Sasuke was on patrol. Itachi sent a raven to ask Naruto to come over for dinner since the abominable little brother wasn’t home. Naruto stopped by a bakery to buy some chocolate brownies and some fudge sauce for desert.

Itachi made ramen. “I’ve been all over the shinobi world and picked up many recipes along the way since Kisame and I usually had to cook for ourselves while we were on the road. It was probably a gross underutilization of power, but I used my Sharingan while watching the chefs. This is one of my favorite recipes.”

“Wow! I kinda hate that someone makes better ramen than old man Teuchi.”

Itachi laughed. They chatted over dinner and then devoured Naruto’s desert with an almost obscene enjoyment of something Sasuke loathed. For all intents and purposes this was Sasuke’s house and Sasuke was the head of the decimated clan; they both just took it for granted that Itachi had relinquished that right when he murdered their family. It seemed rebellious to have anything with sugar in Sasuke’s house.

“Thank you, Naruto; I do enjoy a side of sugar after dinner.”

Naruto didn’t understand what Itachi really meant even with Itachi’s eyes at half mast.

“Thank you for the ramen!”

“Ah.” Fuck, he was so innocent. It wasn’t really a perverse desire to corrupt him, but Itachi wanted to show Naruto all the pleasures at his disposal. He wanted to lavish Naruto with attention, make him mew with pleasure.

Some of his thoughts must of showed on his face because Naruto looked startled. Indeed, Itachi’s eyes had become devouring and lustful. He wasn’t quite leering, but that soft smile had something of the predator about it. Itachi’s eyebrow went up in response to Naruto startled expression, but it didn’t make Itachi look less . . . threatening.

“Are you alright, Naruto-kun?”

“Uh, yeah.” He’d noticed how sexy Itachi’s voice was before, but that question was dripping with predatory lust. He felt like a lame deer being stalked by a panther. He was scared, but he was also excited. Itachi’s face and voice promised a night a wild abandon, but did Naruto want that? I mean, Itachi was a guy! Naruto wasn’t gay! Was he? Naruto was having serious doubts about everything as those black eyes made his stomach do back flips. Those long lashes should have hid his eyes, but the black on black just made Itachi’s eyes that much more enthralling.

Itachi’s vision was blurry, but he saw Naruto swallow and that he was examining his face. Naruto unconsciously licked his lips. Then Naruto’s eyes dropped to Itachi’s lips. Itachi pressed his tongue against his closed lips to make them puff out a little more without outright pouting. Naruto’s eyes looked curious, as if wondered what Itachi’s lips might taste like or what those lips would feel like. Itachi felt he had his answer.

Then the predatory look was gone. Itachi straighten up from lounging on the floor. He took up his tea cup and swirled it around to make the liquid pick up as much sugar as possible then drained the cup. He stood and Naruto did the same.

“You know, Sasuke’s out for the entire night.”

Naruto’s mouth was suddenly dry. To distract himself, he gathered up the dishes and put them on the counter. “Oh, I guess he won’t be up to train tomorrow then.”

Itachi’s expression softened to a fond one. The dear was nervous. Itachi’s heart was beating fast. When Naruto turned around he nearly ran into Itachi. Itachi put a hand on his cheek and kissed him. Naruto’s lips were already parted and Itachi took that as an invitation. Itachi’s tongue entered Naruto’s mouth and Itachi took a deep breath through his nose, feeling like he’d finally come home, finally found the person he loved.

But Naruto didn’t kiss back. He was stunned. When Itachi’s tongue caressed his, he woke up and pulled away. He spluttered something unintelligible and nearly stumbled out of the room and through the front door before the surprised—and mortified—Uchiha could move.

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Once out the front door, Naruto ran as hard as he could home. He shut the door and sat back against it in the dark.

Itachi kissed him! He started to have a panic attack. Itachi kissed him! ITACHI! The most gorgeous man in the world had kissed him! Naruto had been admiring him for a while, but fuck! Naruto had freaked out. That look, like Itachi was sizing him up, already stripping him with his eyes and mentally fucking his brains out. If that was just his normal black eyes, what would a genjutsu be like?

The moon was shinning outside his window. Naruto looked at it and couldn’t help but think how like the moon Itachi was: pale and framed with black. The moon seemed lonely too. And so beautiful.

Fuck, he’d made an ass of himself freaking out like that. He didn’t know if he could face Itachi again.

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Itachi flung himself on his bed. He’d fucked up. He was certain Naruto wanted him too, why else would the boy stare at him so much. Guess even if you’re not into it, you can appreciate beauty no matter what. He was depressed not only because he lost a potential lover but that he might have lost one of his only friends.

And the surgery was coming up. Soon Tsunade would exchange the brothers’ eyes. They would be bandaged up and blind for some time. At least Sasuke would have Kakashi by his side. He envied Sasuke’s relationship. Kakashi would be there for him while he was blind and defenseless, he had someone he loved and trusted there while he was vulnerable. Itachi would be alone. Kakashi no doubt would help him too as would some nurse Tsunade assigned to them, but he wouldn’t have someone who loved him at his side. Itachi was scared. And cold. He stripped off most of his clothes and climbed under the covers.

He ached for Kisame. He remembered one night they were staying at an inn and Itachi was overcome by depression. He’d seen a pair of brothers in the street, the elder giving his brother a piggyback ride. It reminded him of Sasuke, of the good times they had before everything went to shit. His eyes were hot, but his body had lost all warmth as he thought about all he’d lost: his clan, his honor, his parents, his beloved little brother . . . He curled up under the blanket. Kisame sensed his depression and moved in behind him and spooned him. Kisame’s body was so warm and it felt so good to be held. Kisame didn’t say anything while Itachi wept like a child, he just held him around the waist, his bare arms around his bare abdomen. Kisame never asked him about it and the next day it was almost as if it hadn’t happened, but it had. Itachi berated himself for not loving Kisame. He deserved so much more from him.

Itachi needed Kisame’s comfort now.

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It yanked at Itachi’s heart. Kakashi had his arms wrapped around his little brother’s waist and his head on his shoulder as Sasuke made breakfast. Kakashi swayed a little back and forth in the simple joy of having his beloved in his arms. Itachi watched as he nuzzled Sasuke’s duck-butt hair with his cloth-covered nose. He could hear Kakashi inhale deeply, taking in his brother’s scent. And Sasuke let him. Sasuke leaned back a little into Kakashi’s body as he cooked.

How could Itachi not approve of Kakashi when he so clearly adored his little brother? Kakashi worshipped the air Sasuke breathed. He knew love when he saw it. Kisame used to just watch Itachi breathe. Kakashi really did remind him of Kisame, that’s why he approved. He missed that kind of affection and was happy it was being shown to Sasuke. But right now it knifed his heart.

Kakashi was forced to loosen his grip as Sasuke plated three meals and then helped Sasuke move the plates to the table. Itachi pretended to ignore them as he sat down. His ‘Itakimatsu’ was little more than a breath and a little hostile sounding. Sasuke eyed him, concerned about his silence and reticent demeanor. Itachi gave him an eye back to make him look away.

Kakashi was not unaware of Itachi’s bad mood, he wanted to lift it, so he started talking. Then the talking turned to flirting and he and Sasuke got lost in each other. Itachi wanted to snap at them, especially Kakashi. He knew they weren’t purposely flaunting their relationship, but he wanted to snap at them, he wanted someone else to know how unhappy he was, how much pain he was in, he wanted to make them feel ashamed for acting this way in front of him.

Instead, he ate quickly and let his lacquered wood chopsticks clatter on his plate and them and plate make more noise as he put them on the counter. He went back to his room and shut the door a little harder than he needed to. The other two flinched. They didn’t ask each other what that was about since they could see they were both just as perplexed. They didn’t think it was their relationship since Itachi had known from the start.

“Looks like the floor will be covered in eggshells for a while,” Kakashi said.

“Hn.”
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