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“I guess.” Lunch is the last meal he had, and that shit was nothing but a slice of pizza. He found a buck while looking through his backpack for a pencil. Otherwise breakfast would have been his only meal today.

Walking out the stations feels nice, away from the judging looks and asshole cops. Leaning against Itachi’s cop car, he scratches his nose in thought.

“There’s a Chinese joint not far from here, they’re open 24/7,” he tells Itachi, hand on the car door. “We can go there. You take Madison until you hit 4th street. Take a left and it’s in that small business center where the supermarket is.”

I guess. Followed by concise directions. Sasuke never fails to amuse him. Would rather act like he’s mildly disinterested instead of saying  yes. It’s fine, though, it’s not a problem, though it does bring a small smile to Itachi’s face as he listens, unlocking the car in time for Sasuke to open it. 

“Madison until 4th, a left into a small shopping center.” Just to confirm, so they didn’t take longer than necessary. He starts the car, and the heat, since the night is slowly getting colder. 

“And then where would you like to go.” He did say he’d take him home, but… it might be safer to spend the shift with him. It’s up to Sasuke, really. 

Itachi says nothing about the payment of the dinner. He’ll cover it all himself.

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He rolls his shoulder once the handcuffs come off. Tense from being stuck in the same position, and that car ride back wasn’t exactly smooth. He sighs when they crack, releasing some of the tension. Sticking his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie, he lifts his gaze to stare at the officer. Well Itachi, as he’s told him before. One of the nicer cops in this area, but sometimes he wishes he had the assholes to simply pick a fight with. 

Scowling at the question, he shrugs before getting to his feet.

“I didn’t feel like being home,” he says annoyed. He doesn’t bother to push in the chair and walks to stand by the door.

“Yeah I guess.” The teen shrugs looking more annoyed by the minute. His knee begins to bounce as his attention focuses on the exit. 

There’s reasons kids don’t want to go home. Reasons he wants to figure out, to help fix. Could be him, could be the parents, siblings…other factors. Unstable home life is clear, though. 

Itachi will push that chair back in for him, trailing a few steps behind. He fetches his coat, and keys.

“Alright, you know where I’m parked.” Sadly. Itachi always let him sit in the passenger seat. It was far more comfortable.

“Would you like to stop and eat somewhere along the way?” Just…to talk. To let him get things off his chest. There were plenty of places open this late.

Itachi’s hug isn’t a surprise. Somehow he felt it coming. A brother instinct maybe? His arms wrap around his smaller frame, fingers toying with the ends of his hair. “Don’t cry,” he tells him quietly. “Come on let’s go get the dango,” he says trying not to feel too guilty. Damn Itachi.

He’s not going to. Itachi swallows thickly, squeezing Sasuke tighter. 

He nods into Sasuke’s clothing, and pulls away with a final sniffle, taking his hand. He’s ready to go.

Sasuke pulls away his hand and lets it drop against his side. “You want to go for some dango?” He tries awkwardly, giving his brother a side glance.

“Yes.” Anything to spend time with his brother. Especially since his brother hated sweets, so he was doing this for him. Itachi reaches up to wipe his arm across his face, because he was absolutely not about to cry. Good shinobi don’t cry. Even if your throat constantly tightens up and your eyes hurt when your brother looks at you with venom in his gaze– you don’t cry.

Itachi knew– to a degree, that this behavior was pretty pathetic. No one else held as much importance in his heart. Not even his Father or Mother could match what he felt for Aniki. And truthfully, you were supposed to distance yourself from people who treated you badly. 

Itachi simply couldn’t. Sasuke meant too much, and he’d rather cling to a single moment of Sasuke  being kind than the numerous incidents of Sasuke being cruel to him. Maybe that would get him killed one day.

He reaches forward; wraps his arms around his brother’s waist. Let him cling for just a minute. 

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Oh, his brother was handing it away…? At least Sasuke did not curse him out, or growl at him. Itachi would’ve quickly exited the scene had his brother shown his (sadly) commonplace aggression. It was still difficult to predict what exactly would set him off, especially since he tried so hard to please him. 

He almost wants to not take the fan at all, but in the end…he cannot help himself. Sasuke plucks it from his elder brother’s hand, and sits himself beside him. Hopefully not too close, as much as he wishes he could lean against him. 

Itachi makes sure he blows the fan in such a way that the both of them would benefit from the air, instead of just himself. Maybe Sasuke’s hand was getting tired. It’s alright, Itachi can just do it. 

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Truthfully, they disliked sending him to Itachi. Itachi was too lenient when it came to this kid, but they figured it was only a matter of time before the kid committed a serious crime and they had a reason to keep him behind bars. Look, the signs were there. They kept catching him for things like jay-walking and trespassing. It was only going to worsen. 

There’d been a glimmer of hope, once. Itachi had managed to keep Sasuke from getting himself detained for a whole month, but that whole being nice thing? Only worked for getting likes on facebook posts. Most stories weren’t like that. 

Yet, Itachi persisted. 

“Sasuke.” he greets him in return, with a smile, setting the paperwork down between them on the desk. Even reaches in to unlock the cuffs on him, because, really, they weren’t necessary. Sasuke wasn’t a dangerous kid. 

“You’re certainly out late.” The why is there,  yet unspoken. He betrays no disappointment nor any anger in his tone, he is only here to listen. Knows more than he should about him. Home address and all. He’ll be the one taking him home tonight, making sure there aren’t any actual charges pressed against him. 

“Ready to go home?” He figures he is. Itachi will try to surmise what’s bothering him on the way there. Maybe stop for something to eat. His shifts had just been rotated, and he now worked from sundown to sun-up.