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A/N: This story
is completed.
I�m just posting it in four parts, one part a week. At first I was planning not
to post it here until it�s done, but I�ve changed my mind. ^^� Hope you like
it!

Special thanks to youji_yola for
all the help! 3

Heritage

Part 1

Warmer Than Summer

And �mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
�Kubla Khan� (1798)

I smiled into the empty wall, the only thing available to
look at through the window of my room, as the door of the apartment closed with
a bang. Kakashi was home. What�s more, he was happy.

I knew this as I knew myself. We�ve been living together for
longer than I can remember, ever since my parents died. I had grandparents when
that happened, as well as a godfather. Kakashi insisted on being the one to
take me in, as a thank you to my father for everything he did for him. It took
me years to understand the glint Kakashi had in his eyes whenever he would look
at the picture on my bedpost, and only after he finally fell in love with
somebody else.

I knew he was happy about something that day because he�d
never let the door bang otherwise. He�d usually be very stealthy walking
around, suddenly appearing as you shit your pants. So I kept smiling when he
knocked shortly and walked into my room.

�Pack your bags.� It was all the greeting that I got.

�Why? We�re going somewhere?�

Kakashi said nothing and dropped a large sports bag he must
have picked up in our storage room in the basement. I watched as he tried to
bring back months of life into the wrinkled polyester for a couple of seconds,
but hey, patience has never been one of my virtues.

�Jiraiya�s?� I asked. That�s my
godfather, the one and only guilty party for my stupid name. I was curious but
I didn�t really think Kakashi would dump me there for the last summer before
college. He�s way too soft-hearted to send me living amongst Jiraiya�s naked
women calendars and forgotten bras. �Hawaii?
Kalkuta?�

�Hmm.� Kakashi wasn�t avoiding my
eyes any longer. �I thought, it must be important, as
my tongue glued to my palate.� �Do you remember that conversation about finding
a bigger apartment?�

I froze. Of course I remembered that conversation; it was
only yesterday when we had it. �Finding a
bigger apartment� actually meant �me
moving in with Obito, in a place with a spare bedroom where you can crash
during the holidays.� Technically, I didn�t mind. Kakashi deserved not to
travel across the city to occasionally get laid and, besides, I liked Obito. He
was fun. But these were my last months before I went away. I didn�t want them
to be shadowed by Kakashi�s first months of living with Obito.

�I thought you two agreed to wait until fall.� I said, aware
that my cheeks are flushing in anger. I didn�t like it when people I cared about
ignored me and my opinion on an important matter like that.

But Kakashi�s eyes were steady on mine. �We�ll wait. But
that doesn�t mean we can�t have a vacation together, ne?
It would be a good tryout.�

My shoulders slightly relaxed. I pointed out: �We had a
vacation with him last year.�

And those two weeks in a four star hotel on the shore were
fun! I lost my virginity then, and I�m pretty sure Kakashi knew that. He didn�t
find out from me, though, not unless you really can see a change on someone the
day after.

�This one will be for the entire summer. It�s a good
opportunity to meet his family.�

The look Kakashi was giving me became cautious then, as
would always when Obito�s nephews popped into the conversation for some reason.
It�s like he expected me not to like them, even though he�d never met them
either. I knew we might not hit it off right away, I�m always a little awkward
around rich people, but it�s not like I�d forget Obito�s praises or how happy
he was when he got to see his only family. Besides, I promised Kakashi that I
would behave when the day comes. I wished he would trust me more.

�Ah.� I said. Summer away from this suffocating building
block sounded like heaven, even with the prospect of dealing with two spoiled
rich boys. �So where are we going?�

Kakashi cocked his head. �I�m not sure. They have a house
somewhere in the country.�

I laughed at him. I knew that look. It meant he had been too
busy trying to grope poor Obito to actually listen. Kakashi�s face remained
completely serious, even though a loud and hearty laugh like mine must be
contagious.

�Fine, fine.� I started packing
once the laughter dried. �Just please tell me I will get a soundproof room. Or at least earplugs.�

Then he smiled,
because Kakashi, my substitute father, is the biggest pervert in the world. Even bigger than my godfather. The plea was a reference to
an uncomfortable first night the two of them had spent in the same room on our
last vacation. Suffice to say, I ran out in the middle of the night before even
taking time to dress properly. God, but the two of them can be loud.

Nothing similar ever happened before or after that night. I
really think they were sure I wouldn�t be able to hear them. Still, I am
scarred for life.

�How about you get a house wing of your own?�

I looked up from where I was making sure to take along my
good socks to see if he�s kidding. But then I remembered Obito�s expensive
clothes and unreachable concert tickets (meant to make me like him - which was
completely unnecessary � not that Obito has to ever find out) and I knew he
wasn�t.

I shrugged. �As long as I don�t have to
clean it for food or something.�

***

�And here we are!� Obito turned his head to give me a huge
grin. I couldn�t help but grin right back before
stretching my neck to see a bit better.

It was a good thing we had followed Obito�s advice and took
a bus to go here. Our little city Opel would have never managed to make it
through the old, eaten up road, not even on places near the village where the
cobblestones were still mostly in their places. The village our bus deposited
us in was charming, but really, really small. We collected quite a few curious
stares while waiting for Obito to pick us up.

At the other side of the small bridge, I could see the
house. It�s somewhat a relief that the house had no wings, but the dark
gray-brown walls and the style indicated its age. As we conquered more of the
bumpy, narrow road, I saw the shutters on the windows. They were blue, like on
some old painting.

It was big enough to host five people, I realized, even if
we don�t all immediately get along. Kakashi had nothing to worry about, anyway,
because I was going to behave. I was going to make sure not to leave him lonely
when I go to college.

The little grass free clearing intended as a parking lot was
good two hundred meters away from the path that led to the front door. The
house was on a hill, but the climb was fairly mild. I enjoyed my muscles
working after so many hours of having to keep my legs in an awkward position in
the crowded bus.

When I turned around, the view over the fields that were
slowly descending on the other side of the hill was stunning. There was a small
forest on the other side of the river that could be seen much clearer from the
top of the hill, and the sky was blue and huge, with white fluffy clouds almost
within hand�s reach.

�It�s nice.� I said to Obito as we walked through the small
fence. He raised his eyebrows, as if to say �that is much more than �nice.��
Maybe it was, but I couldn�t as well say, �oh how utterly and completely gorgeous!!!� I�m not a girl.

There was someone sitting in front of the house, just under
the blue shutters of the nearest window, in the shadow of a tree. I could see
only the tip of his dark haired head, because the rest of it was hidden behind
the garden table and the lid of a really expensive looking laptop.

He looked over to us only when we were already practically in
front of him. I don�t think I liked him much. His eyes seemed dead, he was that
serious. He didn�t offer his hand, only a single nod for the three of us to
share. Kakashi, who was close on my right, was standing with his arms crossed.
He didn�t like this person either. But Obito lightly rolled his eyes and
flopped himself into one of the free chairs. Next to each other like that, they
looked more as if they were brothers than uncle and nephew.

�This is my older nephew, Itachi. Don�t mind him when he�s working,
it�s hopeless. He�s the world�s greatest workaholic.� I expected Obito�s
nephew, Itachi, to glare or say something cold and insulting, but he paid no
attention to his uncle. What was on his screen was much more interesting, I�m
guessing. As we took the last two chairs at the table, Obito added: �Itachi,
this is Kakashi, and Naruto.�

Itachi glanced up at Obito and then at the two of us. �It is
nice meeting you finally. Maybe now my ears will get some rest.�

I�m not sure if I was amused or annoyed, there was such an
odd mixture of politeness and disrespect in those words. Obito laughed, not
embarrassed in the slightest, and asked: �Where is Sasuke?�

�He wandered off.� Itachi answered, with his eyes already
back on the screen. �It is his latest childish attempt to show you how he
doesn�t like that you�re getting married.�

On that, Obito huffed. �I�m not getting married. I�m just
moving in with someone.�

Itachi didn�t answer. Obito glared at the edge of the table,
I�ve no idea if it�s because of what Itachi said or because Sasuke wasn�t there
to greet us. Kakashi was very still on my side, which was never a good sign; he
was probably itching to reach for Obito. I stood up from the chair between them
without even considering it. Why didn�t they just take places next to each
other, not next to me?

�So, is this all your land?� I asked, unable to decide if
I�m talking to Itachi or Obito. �Or will some angry villagers yell at me if I
go for a walk?�

Itachi answered, even though I settled my questioning gaze
at Obito towards the end of the sentence. �The villagers are working on the
land, but it belongs to us. As long as you don�t stomp on cultivation, or in
any other way ruin their work, there will be no problems.�

I frowned as I turned from them and started walking. I felt
thoroughly lectured, like after a long detention with my high school biology
teacher, even though Itachi�s words had nothing but the information I asked for
in them. He was weird.

But with the warm sun on my face and soft soil accommodating
to my steps, it was hard to stay upset. I hummed under my breath as I stepped
carefully over everything that looked like it might be there because somebody
planted it. It was so different from my apartment block and school almost
hidden among the boulevards and buildings.

Air smelled nice, fresh. Fields were mostly full of low
green grass-like things and many, many tree lines of plums. After a while, the
sun became too warm on the top of my head, making me a little dizzy. Plums were
too short to help, so I changed the direction and walked toward the stream that
we had passed on our way to the house earlier. It was surrounded by tall
willows � or at least, I think there were willows. It�s not the same seeing
them in a book and with your own eyes.

Only after hiding from the sun in the thick shades of the
trees did I realized just how much it was bothering me. My eyes were teary and
cheeks hot. The water was loud in the stream, running fast down the hill. I
leaned to see better, because the riverbanks were
higher than such a small string of water seems capable of making. I grinned at
the small fish, easy to see even from my upper ground.

I followed the flow for a bit. Soon, the stream�s descent
ended, becoming a little wider and slower. I was hungry. Before I could turn to
go back, though, my eye caught something.

There was a tree trunk over the water, like an emergency
bridge, and someone was sitting on the edge of it. I stepped closer, thinking that
it must be Sasuke, Obito�s other nephew. His hair was impossibly black, just
like everyone else�s in the family.

I wanted to call to him but it somehow seemed inappropriate
in the deep shades, because they felt like enclosed space. I went closer instead
and when I was almost behind him, he finally turned his head a little, to show
that he had heard something.

�Hi!� I said, with a bright smile in its place. I had
promised I�d behave.

He turned completely; the look on his face was a well
familiar one. Kakashi would never convince me that he�s never met this guy
before, because the look he gave me was the same one Kakashi always gave me
when he felt I was being particularly stupid. It had just the right ratio of
annoyed and exasperated - only Kakashi didn�t have eyes like these.

Sasuke �I was then completely sure it�s him because the
resemblance with Itachi was too great � didn�t answer. I sighed heavily. Well,
it�s not like I didn�t know that dealing with rich people wouldn�t be easy.
They have too many quirks.

�I�m Naruto.� I tried again. �I�m here with Kakashi.�

He turned to look at me again, but it felt like a glare.
�Because it wasn�t enough that Obito brought a total stranger to our home, he
also had to bring the stranger�s stray dog.�

I took both an entire second with that sentence and a deep
breath. Neither worked, so I crossed the last couple of steps that were left
between us and then Sasuke was on the ground from a solid blow I managed to
land on his jaw. My satisfaction was violent but not long. In his place, I
would�ve tripped me. Instead, Sasuke kicked the side of my knee with a breaking
force, using his heel. If I hadn�t managed to move and avoid some of the blow,
I could�ve been left limping for the rest of my life.

Sasuke was already up on his feet. I couldn�t fight with
knee hurt like that, my balance would be off. Sasuke didn�t care much so he
dealt a hit that caught my chin. I blocked the next one, but I knew it wouldn�t
be enough. My only chance was to keep him on the ground.

I pushed hard forward, first to just keep the space between
us minimal so he wouldn�t be able to swing at me, and then some more to tip him
backwards. He was very stable; it wouldn�t have worked if I wasn�t heavier.

Sasuke fell backwards, letting go of me to ease his fall
with his hands, but it was too late. I was falling myself, holding my grip on
his shirt. He reacted faster than I could think, gathering his legs to
accumulate my weight and bounce me over his head.

Even as I landed on my back, I still held on his shirt. The
material was so strong, it barely started to rip, so
Sasuke had to turn to where I was slipping rapidly down the riverbank. There
was no time for him to try to get out of it before I was lying on my hip in the
water, where I dragged Sasuke with me.

He was lucky enough not to get too wet, but I was lucky
enough not to be covered in mud head to toe. I let go of his shirt and turned
to lay on my back in the stream. The flow massaging
the top of my head felt nice and refreshing after the first shock, but I had to
keep my head up a little bit.

Sasuke sat up and started cleaning his shoulder and elbow,
the places with the most mud. I snickered at the sight. He would have been kind
of adorable with his smeared cheek and wet shoes if he wasn�t the world�s
biggest ass.

He snapped. �What are you laughing about?�

�There�s a large bruise forming on your jaw.� I said.
�That�s funny enough.�

Sasuke leaned quickly, and pushed me until I was flat on my back.
Startled, I managed to take half a breath before water washed over my face, but
he let go right away anyway and continued cleaning himself up while I sat up
and glared. Great, at least he wasn�t out to kill me.

Smug and keeping his eyes on his attempts to clean himself,
Sasuke said: �You won�t be able to walk for a week.�

I had to clench my teeth so I wouldn�t show how much my knee
hurt � even though he obviously knew that - but I stood up without flinching.
My clothes were drenched. There was nothing I could do about the jeans right
then but I took my shirt off to squeeze the water out. Sasuke was watching me
suspiciously from the ground, like I would try to kick him or something. Just
because of that, I squeezed my shirt over his head.

It was an unsuccessful tactic. He just used the thin spray
to clear some more mud off him. It was annoying, but at least his cheek was
still muddy.

While I was putting my wet shirt back on, Sasuke climbed the
slippery riverbank.

�Come on. We�ll miss lunch.�

I followed, distrustfully muttering. �How considerate��

Sasuke, even though a good couple of steps in front of me,
heard me. He half-turned, just enough to show me a smirk � one of those that
make a stomach quiver in the way that I really didn�t want to associate with
Obito�s bastardly nephew . �I just want to watch you limp uphill.�

Well, of course.

But, despite of the words, Sasuke walked next to me once we
found a path back, not behind. It suggested more that he was there to help me
if I needed some help (which I didn�t, of course), than to laugh. I guess the
short fight helped him get rid of some of the displeasure with his uncle. I
didn�t say anything about it. If I was mistaken about his reasons for walking
next to me, I didn�t want to know about it.

***

Kakashi was giving me one of his sterner looks, so I kept my
head low over my plate. I could see the rest of them only from the corner of my
eyes. As much as the sight of a worried Obito made me feel guilty, a red shiny
bruise that was forming rapidly on Sasuke�s jaw was making me want to grin. He
well deserved it.

Itachi was very apathetic towards everything. When he saw me
walking in the kitchen after I changed my clothes in a bathroom, where the three
of them were already eating, the only comment he made, after narrowing his eyes
on Sasuke�s face for a moment, was: �I thought you were right-handed, Naruto.�
If at that point Kakashi wasn�t giving me the look already, I�d have told him
that when it comes to fighting, I�m ambidextrous.

Poor Obito was trying to talk for five people and, not
surprisingly, he was doing a good job out of it. Usually, I�d help him. But my
knee was starting to hurt like a bitch, even more than my back. All I�d be in
the mood to say would include a loud laugh and a finger pointed to Sasuke�s
face anyway. At least my war wounds were hidden.

Eventually, Kakashi showed some mercy for his lover.

�This house seems really old.� He said, picking up, of
course, the most boring subject possible. �Has it been with your family for a
long time?�

Itachi, once away from his precious computer, was not a bad
host. He answered: �This is the family�s original property. Our grandfather was
born here. He moved into the city later in life, but he kept the land here. It
has been renovated since, of course.�

Yeah, the bathroom I used to change my clothes was
definitely newer. I couldn�t see the kitchen from where I was sitting, but it
was probably modernized. At least I hoped. How did old kitchens function at any
rate?

�Ah. So now you use it as a summer house.� Kakashi prompted
further.

There was a quick three way glance exchanged over the table.
A suspiciously laden glance. There was a story there
and I made a note to myself to ask Obito about it.

�Yes, but we haven�t been coming for a while.�

Itachi�s tone grew cold. Kakashi left it at that.

After lunch, Obito showed us the rest of the house. The
ground floor was just the dining room and the kitchen, a rather huge �family
room�, where there was a TV set that must have been expensive on one side and a
fireplace on the other, and an extra room to accommodate guests� attached to
the bathroom I used. It was where Obito and Kakashi were going to sleep.

My cheerfulness for staying on a completely different floor
than the two of them didn�t last long. After Obito pointed a double door at the
top of the stairs, where Itachi�s room was, he led me to a small side hallway
with three doors. One was door of my room, one was Sasuke�s and the first one
from the stairs was of the bathroom that we were to share. If our relationship
didn�t make a very sharp turn soon, that arrangement could turn out to be a
really bad idea.

I couldn�t complain much, in any case. I promised I�d
behave.

In order to keep that promise, I did the thing that I hated
to do the most. I avoided Sasuke completely for the next several days. Or I
tried, because the house wasn�t that big and he seemed to be using the bathroom
every time I needed it, day or night. In fact, one of our more violent, er,
encounters, happened there, not a full week after we arrived.

I wanted to take a shower in the old-fashioned bathtub that,
thankfully, had protective curtains around it. I had to listen for a couple of minutes,
to make sure it was free. I�d learned on the first day that the bathroom had no
lock and that Sasuke doesn�t yell when someone barges in, he throws things.
Nothing makes you careful like a big, painful, soap-induced bump on your head.

It was free so I walked in and started to take my clothes
off. I don�t know if it was fortunate or calculated, but thank God that I only
managed to take my shirt off when the door opened, and Sasuke walked inside.

�Yo, dickhead.�
I said when he ignored me completely to search for something through his fancy
blue toiletry bag. �Busy here, are you blind?�

The unfortunate fellow was obviously blind and deaf, but I
gave him several seconds to answer me anyway. My patience hadn�t paid off.

�Sasuke.� I tried after he dug into
the little bag for the third time. What could be he looking for, anyway? �I�m
taking a shower. Get out!�

�In a minute.� He finally answered,
impatiently. It almost convinced me that he really needed something and wasn�t
there just to annoy me. Almost. �I�ve no wish to be
here when you take off your hand-me-downs.�

I was already angry - really, with him, it never took long.
But why the hell did he have to insult me with every fucking word? And what was
that about not wanting to see me without my clothes?

He really was smaller than me, I noticed, but not as much as
it seemed at the first sight. It was mostly in the way he was keeping his
shoulders slouched; it made him look thinner and younger.

I snorted. �Because you�re jealous of my
good looks?�

Sasuke put back his toiletry bag on the edge of the sink and
gave me narrow-eyed, mocking once over. �Right.�

And that was the most annoying part. He didn�t even have to
use insulting words to insult me anymore. My thin tolerance expired.

I grabbed him at his elbow and pushed him toward the door,
to throw him physically out. Sasuke easily got out of my grip by jerking his
arm through my fingers � a trick I was not all that surprised he knew � and
jammed that same elbow to my side. It hurt, and I was in an awkward position to
punch him properly so, instead, I pushed him back, hard, into the sink. I saw a
flicker of pain as he hit his hip. I didn�t care much, he hurt me first, so I
moved closer to the sink myself, with every intention of blocking his already
moving hands and pin him so he wouldn�t get a chance to use them.

An odd thing happened then. My hands were supposed to block
his arms, I�m sure that was the message I sent them to do. Instead, I found
myself grasping on Sasuke�s shoulders, as if to keep him grounded. Worse even,
he stopped moving the same moment my palms connected.

As he narrowed his eyes at me again, not moving away and
holding my gaze, I realized I had to let go. We were too close. I was growing
hard, from the fight and close proximity, and I had no shirt to cover for it,
just my old jeans. A little jolt of dread � no one enjoys being laughed at -
was what finally made me break the eye contact and let go of him. Sasuke got
out without any further encouragement.

That evening, when I leaned over to grab the remote with a
small groan of pain, Kakashi whispered, but not low enough for people to miss
it if they paid attention. �You know what would help you two get along better?�
Some dramatically pausing later, he answered his own question. �A nice bottle
of some scented lube.�

I stared at him in horror, admittedly more at the fact that
he, my surrogate father, was the one who said that, than at the suggestion itself,
but still. He didn�t have to say it so loudly where others could hear him, I
doubt me going defensive would help the situation. Not to mention, everyone in
the house knowing about my attraction would be very embarrassing.

***

A couple of days later, walking back from the small town
where I went for my own amusement but mostly to get out of the house, I found a
kitten. It was very cute, not too young and with its yellow fur. It seemed
lost, so far away from the town, so I took it and brought it back with me.

I found an old plate in the kitchen and gave it milk. Later,
I took it to my room. It curled with me through my afternoon nap, and it woke
me up mewing at the door. It was obviously someone�s cat, already housebroken.
I got up, and then a brilliant thought made me snicker evilly to myself.

I took the cat into my hands and went to the nearest widow
to check out the situation. In front of the house, Kakashi and Obito were
playing a card game at the table, and Itachi was staring at his laptop. I had
to lean a bit to check, but as I expected, Sasuke was deeper in the shadow of
the house, reading yet another book.

Satisfied, I sneaked to the door of his room and opened them
quietly just enough to push the cat through. I sat on the stairs and waited
until I was sure that poor thing had relieved itself.

When I went back for it, it was comfortably lying at the top
of Sasuke�s neatly set bed. I didn�t dare to stay long enough to make sure it
worked, so I took the cat back to my room. I had to go back to the town
tomorrow and find the owner.

If the cat shit in his room, Sasuke didn�t notice. Or he
wasn�t bitching about it, which was as good as a written confirmation that he
didn�t notice. I was disappointed but, well, I didn�t wish for him to step into
cat shit enough for that failure to make me exactly unhappy.

The next day, Sasuke got out of his room unusually late,
looking like hell. As he sat across from me at the table, I could hear him
breathing though his mouth, as if his nose was stuffed. His eyes were bloodshot
and teary.

�Do you have to eat with us at the table?� I complained,
eying him carefully. �You�ll give us all the flu.�

�It�s not flu.� Sasuke said and then frowned at the slurry,
wet quality of his voice.

Obito explained in his place. �It�s allergies. There must be
some hair an animal shed close to something he uses.�

I could feel my face heat up in embarrassment. Damn it, why
do I do the stupidest things?

�He�s allergic to animal hair?� Kakashi inquired. �Does he have
medication of some sort for it?�

�Nasal inhaler to help him breathe should be enough.� Itachi
explained as Sasuke glared moodily into his still empty plate. �It�s not very
dangerous if he�s not exposed for long.�

�I have allergies, too.� Obito added. �They are less
intense, though.�

I kept my head very low and kept quiet during the breakfast.
Sasuke couldn�t read that day, because his eyes were too affected for that, so
he was mostly lying down on the couch in the family room, in front of the TV. He
wasn�t really watching anything, but he wasn�t sleeping, either.

I let the cat go out of one of the back windows, but I could
struggle with my guilt only for several hours. I couldn�t let him go back to
bed where that kitten was sleeping; it probably left hair all over his blanket.
So when there was no one else around, because it was hard enough to go to
Sasuke with the confession as it was, I hopped on the armchair that was close
to him.

�So.� I started conversationally.
�You�re allergic to animal hair.�

Sasuke inhaled through his nose violently, which only
resulted in making a whistling sound. There was no answer, and no other
reaction.

�Animals, like cats?� I asked again. There might have been
something in my voice, guilt I was feeling maybe, because he snapped his head
in my direction. I swallowed a bit and added. �Right?�

Sasuke set up in the couch. �I knew this is your fault. What
did you do?�

Anger flickered in me, but I suppressed it. He was right, it
was my fault. Not that trying to calm myself down wasn�t also helpful with
banishing from my brain things that I wanted
to do to him. No one should be allowed to look that good with eyes red and
swollen.

�It was just a kitten.� I said quietly. �I didn�t know you
were allergic.�

�It�s not a thing people generally tattoo on their
foreheads.� Sasuke griped out, the effect ruined with the slurring, nasal tinge
he couldn�t suppress in his voice. �What did you do?!�

�Uh. I let it into your room for a
bit.�

�For a bit? Why would you�?� Sasuke
started, but then he understood. Instead of glaring I expected his eyes grew
cold. �Never mind. I have to scrub the entire room
anyway.�

He got up on his feet. Quite inappropriately, a traitorous part
of me enjoyed the close look at his ass. But he was really angry, so I looked
up quickly.

�Look, I�ll do that.� I offered. �I�ll clean your room.
Okay?�

Sasuke, already at the door, turned his very cold bloodshot
eyes at me. �You,� He said more clearly
than anything else that day. �Stay the fuck away from my room and my things.�

I sighed and slumped back in the armchair. I was upset, but
I had no right to be angry at him. It was my fault he was as good as sick
today. With the sounds of vacuum cleaner upstairs, I glared sullenly at the
doorway Sasuke disappeared through for a long time.
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