“Listen, kid. I still don’t agree with what you’re saying, but Yashiro overstepped this time. Everyone has a right to be heard in those meetings.” Even when they disagreed. Even when their viewpoints were total opposites.

Wonderful. That sure does helps him a lot

What did it matter what she thought, his Father was the one who called the shots in the end. Or so he thought, seems he just bows to the whims of his retainers. Yuka could try to comfort him all she liked, in the end her opinion didn’t matter. His father was the one who failed, who agreed with them and didn’t offer Itachi any sort of apology, nor any ground for his opinion. 

What use was she if she was disagreeing with him.

Itachi practices what he does to nearly every other clan member now– he completely ignores her, walking past her. He has duties to tend to, something that isn’t these awful meetings. 

“Hey, Happy Birthday! I made Memory Lanes for you– they’re not as good as the ones my Chancellor makes, but I guarantee they’re edible!”

Memory what now–

Chancellor?

That’s an awful lot of terms he isn’t familiar with for a birthday gift. Not to mention he didn’t know the boy, but…

Itachi kneels, to take the small box from him, offering a smile.

“Thank you.” He’ll make sure they’re eaten. Once they’re deemed safe of course, thanks to inherent shinobi paranoia. 

He lifted a hand and brushed it through Itachi’s hair. “No, you deserve so much more than this,” he whispered. His hand moved to his hand, placing a finger under Itachi’s chin to tilt his head up. Though he didn’t like sweets, at all, he was still going to kiss him.

Itachi still didn’t fully agree, but he says nothing. Merely lets Sasuke say as he wishes; content with this. The kiss is even more idyllic, hands weakly clambering to Sasuke’s shoulders.