The Shark and The Weasel

The pain of being an Uchiha

Chapter III: The pain of being an Uchiha

Sasuke looked left and right, eyes scanning the area. Everything was fine. He closed the door behind him, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand after he had successfully dragged his over-size bag through the narrowness that was the door. It was a large white bag that its weight alone could send him to the brink of death if it had a good chance to fall on its owner's head.

It was unlikely for an avenger like him to want to come back and reminisce those memories in his old house while he could stay at his comfortable apartment and have a nice sleep for the night. Yet there was a reason. A big reason. This place was safer since no one thought he would ever come back here.

He sat down on the floor, taking a minute to breath deeply before he jumped back to his feet and started rumbling through whatever were in that lovely bag of his. One of his lips' corner lifted up into what seemed like a smile as he took out a hammer and lots and lots of nails. Still had that strange smile on his face, Sasuke started hammering the nails on every doors and windows that connected to the outside, pausing now and then to look around to make sure that he was alone.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

He didn't stop hammering. His hands work faster than they even did making a seal. Finally, when he was sure every entrance was closed, he began laughing maniacally as if he had lost his mind.

Creak.

Sasuke stopped laughing as he spun around so quickly like a top and noticed that one door was still open. I have closed all the door, haven't I? Although it was not the door that connected to the outside, the Uchiha boy was curious to check since it was the door that led to his big brother's room.

Cough. Cough.

The sound almost made the Uchiha boy jump. Someone was really there. Alone with him in this forsaken and now-having-no-entrance-or-exit house. He grabbed four shuriken in his hand, ready to attack if not kill the rabid fangirl if she tried to glomp him. Sweat trickled down from every inch of his skin as he flung the door open wide. The picture he saw there wasn't something he had expected.

"What the hell are you doing here!?" He said, his voice holding all the rage and anger that he had accumulated for all the four years.

"I-"

Cough. Cough.

Itachi was about to retort when the terrible cough cut him off. Since he had over-used Tsukiyomi on Kisame, the cold became even worse as if he was cursed. Uchiha Itachi, now having a bad, bad cold, wasn't in a condition to fight even his weak little brother.

Cough. Cough.

"You've got a cold?" Sasuke's eyebrows arched up in amazement. Itachi had never caught a cold, from what he had recalled. "You-"

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Open the door! Let us in! Sasuke-kun, I know you're in there!" A female voice rang from behind the entrance door. Sasuke paled and turned even paler as more voices echoed: "Open the door! I know you're in there!"

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Gods, they try to come in!" Sasuke panicked. He looked around hurriedly before he finally turned to his brother. "We'll have a truce for now, Itachi. Now come and help me!" He said and ran out of the room. The sick Uchiha had a puzzled expression on his face but he didn't have to be told twice. He stood up and followed his brother and saw Sasuke try to drag a large white bag with him. "Help me get this to the basement!"

Itachi said nothing but helped his little brother drag the said bag down to the Uchiha household's secret basement where it was supposed to be safe.

"What was that?" Itachi asked as Sasuke lit up the fire. Sasuke sighed "Rabid fangirls." He said and tossed him a machine gun, two dynamites and a bazooka, which Itachi had no idea where Sasuke had got those. "It's Valentine tomorrow."

"Holy shit!" The older Uchiha swore.

...Somewhere in the dark forest near Konoha village, a dark, wounded figure was creeping nearer and nearer. Its eyes glowing with freaky green light.

"You'll not escape me.... My looooovvvvvveeeeeeee, my preciouuuuuuuussssssssssss."

TBC

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