one_long_mission | Pretty Lights?

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Pretty Lights?

Sasuke really, really wanted to see the lights. He heard about how autumn was coming and how pretty it would be. After dinner, which he had eaten very slowly, he sat outside on the porch to wait for these lights to come out.

Somewhat uncharacteristically for him, but a trait that may be believed shared for the Uchiha since it happened so often... he fell asleep. He had taken a blanket, perhaps feeling too warm, too comfortable, and not all that good. He still did want to see those lights... He was definitely feeling all too nice and warm right here.

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The boy was normally a tiny little sun that lit up everyone's lives with his happiness. The sun's heat was, however, apparently into his head today for how warm it would feel. He made a light noise of protest, although his body merely made a slight tremor. He couldn't even move away willingly.

"...wanna see... the pretty lights..." he managed, even though he looked hardly in any state to enjoy much of anything.

"Sasuke... you're burning up..." he rubbed Sasuke's temples gently, wiping the little beads of sweat from his brow.

He motioned for him to wait, that he would be back soon. And then, Itachi disappeared back into the house.

He returned with a mask over his mouth and nose. Given the fragile state of his immune system, he couldn't afford to catch anything his brother might have. But he brought more than just that - a cool washcloth to rest on his forehead, a small cup of tea for him to drink and of course, lots of love.

"Come on... can you sit up for me?" he nudged him as he sat down again. "You can sit in my lap... if you like..."

"..hm.. m'gonna try." he muttered, movements slow and sluggish. It was some epic struggle, but he did make it and was able to sit in his big brother's lap. "...thanks." he rested his head against his brother's chest. Even though he had a helpful cool cloth and tea to drain, his eyes still shut after a minute.

Maybe because somehow, it really -was- comfortable. The tea also had such a nice smell.

Itachi helped him into his lap, and leaned back so Sasuke could be as comfortable as possible. He probably made for a bony pillow, but hopefully, wrapped in that blanket, it would be all right.

"Just keep the cloth... on your forehead... I'll wake you for the lights. But after you've seen them... You need to get back in bed. And rest, so you can get better."

"..hnn.... niisan knows best.." he shifted ever-so lightly, and after a short while drifted to sleep. It would probably have been good if he had taken some tea.

When Itachi tried to wake him, however, he was sleeping soundly.

There were beautiful lights in the sky. Or, from Itachi's view, colorful blurs. He nudged Sasuke again.

"Outoto... Look up. It's like the colored fire, but in the sky. You need to wake up... for me..."

Not only that, but he would need to get his brother inside, in bed, and Itachi wasn't strong enough to actually carry him there. (A shadow clone just might be in order...)

It took a few nudges, but he did stir and opened his eyes halfway, rubbing them before looking up.

"There they are." it was, as the villagers had told him, really amazingly pretty. "How do those light... even appear?" there were so many unexplained phenomena in this village. "Is it that genjutsu again..?"

"I don't know..." He whispered, kissing the top of Sasuke's head through his mask. "Maybe... some shinobi in the sky is having his little brother... help him make colored fire too..."

No logic there, just unrivaled cuteness.

There was a light laugh, and a faint smile, even through his tired features as that little bit of sun peeked through. "Yeah... that's gotta be it." He took a few sips of the now-cold tea, settled comfortably against his brother, wrapped in that blanket.

They watched the lights for a little while longer, but the cool autumn night wasn't anyplace for a sick boy. Itachi had been scolded about that himself enough times.

"No sleeping out here, Outoto... You should be in bed." He insisted, but knew how tired Sasuke was. "You don't have to go all the way upstairs. You can... sleep in my bed... It's not far. Come on..."

He nudged him a little, not really able to lift him to the ground or the bench without help.

"...hn.. but m'gonna get you sick... if I sleep there.." after all, it was entirely possible he would. "M'just.. gonna spend the night in the livin room. That'd be good... right?" he had at least dropped off his brother, or was it rolled off, and got to the ground fine. Putting one foot in front of the other seemed an otherworldly effort.

"...the lights were pretty though.."

Itachi bit his lip. Sasuke was right. He was probably doomed to catch anything that someone brought into that house, especially if he let them sleep right in his bed.

"Then we'll just... have to get you into your own bed..."

Because sleeping in the living room? That wasn't good enough. Itachi passed out on that couch (or that floor) many times. It really wasn't comfortable, or conducive to recovery.

He weaved the signs for a shadow clone, and let that version of himself pick the little Sasuke up off the porch. It went inside first, and Itachi followed.

He even followed it right up the stairs. This was Sasuke, after all. And for Sasuke, he'd do anything!

The boy held on weakly to the clone, looking back at his brother. He had to say he couldn't even remember him going up the stairs, so this was some sort of miracle to behold, and he watched with slightly widened eyes.

"Niisan..." he was doing it. He really was.

There was definitely a part of Itachi that wished he'd gotten the oxygen tank instead of a mask. Climbing a flight of stairs was not an easy task, but he made it up, not too long after the shadow clone did.

"You... you need... rest... Sasuke. If you want to... get better faster..." came a voice from the hallway. The clone, meanwhile, was carefully tucking him into bed.

Itachi returned not too long after with a fresh washcloth from the second floor bathroom, and put it on Sasuke's forehead.

"There you go..."

"I have... the best niisan ever.." the boy gave a light smile even through the apparent exhaustion. And he truly did have the best brother anyone could ever ask for.

He did hope he could feel better tomorrow. His brother did deserve some steamed cabbage as thank you gift...

"Sleep well, outoto..."

Soft words were followed by a light poke on the forehead.

"Love you, niisan." were the softly exhaled words as the boy let his eyes closed, headed towards a dreamless but restful sleep.

When morning came and little Sasuke woke up, he would find his big brother half-sprawled, half-draped over the giant Mister Roary. It didn't look like a very comfortable position, rather like he'd been leaning against it keeping vigil and eventually dozed off. His mask was still on, and it was muffling a slight snore.

Once the boy woke, he did feel immensely better. It was a slight sock to find his big brother nearby, since usually it was -him- going to invade the older one's room or bed. "Niisan...?"

There was a damp washcloth on the side of Sasuke's pillow. Clearly, Itachi had refreshed it during the night, more than once. He probably hadn't been asleep all that long.

He stirred when he heard his name, sliding off Mister Roary more than actually getting up. It took him a moment to figure out where he was and why he was on the floor. But when he did, "Hm..? Did you... need something? Are you feeling any better?"

"Yea~" He gave a nod and crawled out of bed to latch against his brother. "It's all gone and I'm feelin better!"

Children could bounce back from anything. Even flame fever only kept Sasuke down for a couple days. But Itachi was very relieved to hear those words.

"That's wonderful..." He put an arm around his brother and hugged him tightly. "Now... how does breakfast sound?"

"It sounds awesome!" Sasuke gave a hearty laugh, nuzzling happily into his brother. "We gonna make ourselves omusubi, right?" it might be a predictable breakfast, but neither of them ever minded.

"Easy there. You were... feverish all night... I'll make some rice porridge." he offered instead. "Though, I think Mom brought in... a fresh basket of tomatoes yesterday."

He paused for a moment.

"That's if... I can get up first..."

Sleeping on the floor/Mister Roary left quite a crick in just about everything.

"What's the difference between the rice porridge and the omusubi?" there was the slightest child-like pout. "They're both rice, aren't they?" He was right in a way, wasn't he?

He frowned lightly, pondering. "If I eat the rice porridge then, it means I can have tomatoes later?" This sounded like a good trade-off.
Getting off his brother, he made an attempt to help him up, although the effort left him panting. "..w-whoa... sort of dizzy.." he did feel better though, but just a tiny bit of that sickness still stuck. Nnothing that would stop him for long, though

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