Balancing his desire to protect Sasuke along with his desire to see him flourish was something Itachi hadn’t gotten the hang of, yet. Maybe one day.
But it was quite hard to resist those stuffed cheeks and glistening eyes, begging and pleading to use big brother’s sharpened kunai set, instead of the dull practice set he was usually handed off. I’m old enough to handle real ones! Please, just this once, Nii-san…
And his grip…had slipped.
“You pulled the skin apart.” Itachi oh so gently chastises, loosely draping himself over Sasuke’s smaller form, and pulling Sasuke’s right away from his left. He kept his blades the sharpest they could be, perhaps its what gave Sasuke such a clean slice, like a fine, but long paper cut. He gently presses the skin of Sasuke’s palm back together, to encourage the wound to naturally shut.
A man of many talents he was, but medical ninjutsu was not one of them.
“Don’t pick at it.” Sasuke gets another warning after Itachi catches him prodding, and without any further debate he picks his brother up into his arms, headed towards the district. “We’ll get you some medicine and bandages when we’re home.”
“Okay, Nii-san…” Sasuke sounds defeated, but his appreciation for the affection his big brother is showing shines through.
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