Naruto scrambles down the main path, a hurried look on his face. He’s wrestling with his orange jacket as he runs. His arm isn’t going through the damn sleeve! Damn it! It’s all knotted and folded!
Focus directed away from where’s going, Naruto slams into someone’s back. Stumbling back, he snaps his attention forward and blinks a few times.
“Crap! I’m sorry! I wasn— hey you’re the bastard’s brother,” Naruto says with a smile. Rubbing the back of his neck, he gives a sheepish laugh.
“As I was sayin’ sorry I ran into ya, I was..uhhh…trying to put on my jacket.”
The bastard is not a way he’s heard of Sasuke being referred to before, and it stalls Itachi momentarily with a sharp blink. Yes, indeed, Naruto is correct, he is Sasuke’s brother.
“I’m Itachi.” He’s given his name before, yes? “And you are Naruto.” He remembers.
Greetings aside, he’ll step in and help for a moment. Might as well let him get on his way.
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