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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.
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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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.
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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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Getting up wasn't easy. But seeing Sasuke fatigued from attempting to help him was even harder.
"Careful there, Outoto..." Itachi ran a hand through his hair. "Don't exhaust yourself if you're... not feeling well. You should probably get back in bed... I can... bring something up for you..."
Itachi glanced out the door with a worried look on his face. Climbing up the stairs was quite a challenge, but for Sasuke, he'd do it again, down and right back up.
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He stretched his sore muscles and made his way down the hall. A few minutes, of course, would stretch on for longer than that. But Itachi did move as fast as he could, while trying to balance both himself and a couple of bowls of ridge porridge (and one tomato).
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"Here you go..." he handed Sasuke his bowl. A big tomato was sitting on top of the porridge. "Thought I'd have a little myself."
He sat down at the foot of the bed. It was much more comfortable than the floor for a body that was both sore and stiff.
"That's... much better."
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When he thought back on how his brother was the first time he saw him, he -was- getting better. He could move around, and now he had even walked up the stairs twice. Maybe there was some trick, along with that oxygen tank, that would help. He paused as he recalled how scared he was when the doctor announced his back-then little big brother had not much left to live...
But then he shook his head and started on the porridge. After all, this time was behind them, and his niisan was still here!
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"Breakfast is better when I get to eat it with you..." He smiled, eating a few bites of the porridge.
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"I don't know if we'll ever understand the rules of this... strange world. But perhaps... it means that every day we have here should be a gift worth treasuring."
He put an arm around Sasuke and nuzzled his hair with a surgical mask.
"...I'm not going anywhere."
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good thing that sickness came on the few days they had inbetween classes...
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"That's right. They need their team leader..." he smiled. "Have you been practicing hard? Now that I've got this... I might be able to actually come out and watch you practice more..."
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Yes, that was a nice thought - someday getting to have another shot at the survival weekend. With the portable oxygen, Itachi could probably last much longer... Assuming they didn't run into any more cave-ins. Speaking of things they learned that weekend,
"Have you been able to practice any lightning jutsu?"
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He nuzzled Sasuke again.
"My hand was asleep for two days once when I was back in the Academy... Not that Mother or Father ever found out!"
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"You know how Father used to be..."
Used to be. That was the key word there.
"I couldn't let him know that I might have... made a mistake. Now, though... It seems a little silly to keep that kind of secret. We all make them... No shinobi is perfect. It's why we have teams. Or at least... Why we have brothers."
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Of course, at the time, there was no choice. Fugaku and the Hokage had both pushed him into the Black Ops for entirely different reasons. His destiny was written in stone, much like the secrets on the Uchiha monument.
"I'll come practice with you. When you're feeling better."
No hesitation there. Just desire.
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That was a much more likely result.
And in the back of his mind, Itachi wondered if supplemental oxygen could help his fire jutsu as much as it did his exhaustion.
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