Sasuke’s stomach knots up. He didn’t want to his brother to feel bad. He slips away from the table and runs up to wrap his arms around brother’s waist. Burying his face against back and nuzzling it.

“You’ll get it right nii-san,” he tries to encourage,” I’ll help you too. That way I can cook for aniki too.”

Living on their own was proving to be a challenge, but Sasuke held hope. They had each other and while he missed many things about home, like their mother, this would soon come to be his new home. Here with nii-san.

Sasuke releases his brother and takes the tomatoes from the open fridge, setting them on the counter while Itachi throws away his breakfast.

“Thank you, Sasuke.” His little brother learning would be a blessing. Juggling shinobi life and taking care of his little brother was proving to be a challenge. It was so easy before…Mother clothed and fed Sasuke, and Itachi could run off and do missions. He can’t leave at 5 AM anymore like used to.

Itachi’s been losing sleep lately as well.

He reminds himself to throw out the trash, the bin getting close to being full.

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Sasuke picks at his breakfast, it wasn’t like his mother’s at all. Maybe a tomtao would do for a meal. The boy is reminded of another change that’s part of living with his brother nowadays. Ignoring the uncomfortable swirl in his stomach, he tells himself it’s not a big deal.

“Nii-san…I think a tomato will do,” he says giving his brother a quick glance. He really didn’t want to eat this…

He can’t understand why the food doesn’t turn out good. It was just a series of steps. Chop this, add that. Cook this until it reached that temperature. This isn’t the first time Sasuke’s rejected his food, but at least his little brother is kind about it.

“Alright.” There’s disappointment in his tone, but it’s directed at himself. How much of a failure was he to not be able to cook for his little brother…?

Itachi can’t keep messing up like this. The fridge is sparse when he opens it, but he at least is stocked on cherry tomatoes. Bite size. …It’ll have to do for now.

The plate Sasuke had is taken from him, and Itachi moves to bin the contents.

“You make me sad. Just looking at you…“

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Why did you keep him infront of you then, Sasuke?

Itachi knows. Or at least, the subconscious part of him that seeks torture thinks it knows.

What a truly pathetic sight, isn’t it. From one of the most feared criminals in the Five Nations to essentially strapped to his bed.

His only blessing was that Tsunade pitied him enough to personally give him treatment after the truth behind the massacre was brought back to the village. But his illness was too far along. The best she could do was make it manageable. It was something he would have to live with for the rest of his life.

Itachi has asked Sasuke for death many times. Directly and non-verbally. Sasuke has refused him the escape multiple times, and today is no exception.

He doesn’t even bother responding anymore. Just painfully shifts to his side, and pulls the blankets up, being careful for his IV. There, now you don’t have to look at him, Sasuke.