[Annabel] Don't Want Another Perfect Line.

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The noise of the moving air filled the room as a draft propelled the still air in the enclosed space. The slight breeze felt good against Sasuke's heated up flesh as he laid atop his bed. His eyes were shut, his chest softly falling up and down, but he was not asleep. In fact, he had woken up at least an hour ago, but he found himself wanting to stay inside his room. It was peaceful in here and he could straighten out his thoughts about, well... his situation. The temperature of his room was kept as cold as possible since that was the most comfortable for him. The black haired boy laid flat on his back, his hands folded on his stomach, his chest bare to keep him cool. His optics stared at his closed eyelids, only allowing him to see the darkness. Though his body was physically laying on his bed, his mind was wandering in a different place. More specifically, Itachi.

There wasn't a day that went by when his older brother's name didn't cross his mind. It wasn't because of one reason either, there were multiple. In the youngest years of Sasuke's childhood, he had always constantly regarded the elder sibling. Then, it was because he looked up to him, which had clearly changed over the years. Regardless, it was only natural for him to think of the other Uchiha member. Sasuke also had his brother to blame for a large amount of his stress. First it had been his parent's death and then it was discovering Itachi was in a car accident. If that incident didn't throw Sasuke over the edge, than the indefinite secret his older held his tongue about, did. The raven had no proof that something was being cloaked from his sight, but there was evidence of it being a possibility. There were always little signs that Itachi showed, but the main one was the Uchiha heir dropping from law school.

To this moment, Sasuke still could not understand why Itachi would give up his most beloved dream. At the most, it put him on bad terms with his brother -- it wasn't as though it made him so furious, as to despise him. Using the back of his elbows, he pushed himself into a sitting position, pausing only momentarily before swinging his legs over the side of his bed. He blinked a few times, his pupils dilating as he glanced around the low lit room, adjusting to the light source. Flickers of the brightness coming through the window reflected against his pallid skin as he lazily bent over and picked up his shirt. As he hunched over, a sharp pang shot through his stomach. By reflex, he snapped up and clutched his abdomen. Damn. He'd forgotten the bruise left from the fight a few days earlier. Standing up, he decided to forget about putting on a shirt. After all, it was his own house and he didn't have to worry about any of his female classmates clinging to him.

Getting off his bed, he meandered into the hallway of the Uchiha mansion. His footsteps creaked against the wooden floorboards, echoing in the quietness surrounding him. He deciding to head down to the kitchen to ease his the growls from his stomach. Once descending down a flight of stairs, he walked in and out of a few rooms, before passing by the front door. Not paying attention to where he was stepping, his foot landed on a pile of mail that had been slipped through the mail slot. Sasuke crouched -- to prevent bending over and causing pain to his stomach again -- and picked up the few letters. Straightening back up, he began to shuffle through the mail, excepting only the usual.

Konoha Hospital.
Sent To: Itachi Uchiha.

Sasuke's interest suddenly became quite lively. Tossing the rest of the mail back on the floor, he began to rip the seal open. Having the respect for other people's personal information didn't always apply to the ebony haired boy. With the mixture of contemplating about his brother just minutes earlier and then finding a suspicious letter, Sasuke was bound to disregard everything except his urge to discover if Itachi was keeping him in the dark. Deeply reading over the print on the white paper, his hand crumpled the edges in frustration. What was any of this supposed to mean? It didn't say anything relevant except that Itachi owed the hospital money. However, Sasuke only needed an inch to go a mile when it came down his brother. Tightly gripping the piece of paper, he had a bit more rage in his step as he headed toward the kitchen. Entering the food paradise, his eyes caught Itachi sitting at the table.

Sasuke slammed the piece of paper on top of the table. His eyes boring into Itachi. "What the hell is this?" he demanded, his tone holding nothing but intensity.