Chapter 4

This Chapter is really short and excists of many small parts.
But they all belonged together, even if it might be confusing.
It intrduces into the end, wich will come soon. I can´t wait to write it, but before I can do it, I must write and upload some other chapter, what makes me down xD
But anyway.
In the next one you will read, how big Itachis suffer is, and what a gigantic mistake Sasuke make.
Arigatou ^^ For whatever...

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Chapter 4

As if it´s with all my memories, I remember this scene like it would had happen just an hour ago. Nah, not right. It´s clearer and sharper than the others. I can hear my gentle steps of my little feet and feel my fingertips at the wall, following the way down the corridor. I´m six years old. I had a nightmare. I cried. I want to my brother. Now.

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He was awake, when he heard the noise of Sasukes still so little feets. Quiet, but there. His door opened completely silent, then it closed again. A hoarse sob and a small whimper. Itachi turned around and smiled warm into Sasukes face.
“What´s wrong, Sasu?”
His brother stared at him with his big dark eyes and looked very lost and lonely. Even in the darkness he seemed as pale as the bright moon, wich was shining through one of the opened windows. “Have you cried?”
Sasuke shaked his head, but Itachi reached his hand out and touched the small cheek. He felt the salty mark, wich the tears had left behind. “Liar…”, he whispered and moved a little bit away. Softly he tapped on his bed and Sasuke crawled under the blanket. Itachi sensed, that he was trembling. Reassuring he run with his hand over Sasukes Arm.
“Had a nightmare, Ta-Chan…”
He sighed and pulled his little brother closer to his body. He felt ice-cold.
“How long are you awake.”
“More than an hour…”
“Can´t sleep again?”
“No…”, Sasukes voice was lower than a whisper. He felt ashamed. Even six years old and afraid of an silly nightmare though.
Like reading his mind Itachi said: “It´s just normal, Sasu. I cried in nights as far as I was ten. But, you can be glad. I had nobody, wich I could run to.”
He smiled. His small head layed against his chest so he couldn´t see it, but it didn´t matter. Sasuke felt it anyway.
“I´m glad.”, he answered. “I´m really glad.”
“I know. And that´s touching. But now try to sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day, you know.”
“Will you hold me, when I have a nightmare again?”
“I will.”
“Will you comfort me, when I cry?”
“I will.”
“Will you be there, when I need you?”
“I will.”
“Ta-Chan?”
“Huh?”
“I love you…”
Itachi answere was just a small pushing, but Sasuke knew, that that was more, than his brother could say. With a soft smile he closed his eyes, cuddled nearer in Itachis arms and after a few minutes he fell asleep. This time he wouldn´t have a bad dream.
Itachi listened to Sasuke regular breath. It was reassuring and moving. He sensed, that he adjusted his own breath to this. Gently he kissed Sasukes small head. The next morning he wasn´t able to say, how long he layed there and watched over his brothers sleep.

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I don´t like to say it, but I´m afraid. I`m afraid of my own cruel self.
I made my decision, but I´m not happy with it.
I had a long talk with the leader, and after that, it was more than just clear.
Even when it would kill not only our family, but also the bound to my little brother. It´ll be the best for him and for me. But my heart burned when I think about it. Taking away the parents is hard, but the knowledge, that you have to kill your own parents is madness, isn´t it?
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I´m alone, that was all, Sasuke was able to think. I`m alone.
He stared at his parents. The little photo was worn and you could see the traces of his little finger, wich so meny times grabbed the yellowed paper.
His mother looked so gentle and splendid on it, and his father strong and pure. They looked alive at all.
“But I´m alone.”, he whispered and a little tear filled his gaze. He cried so often the last time. In the morning, while the day and in the night. Sasuke wondered, where he took all those tears from. Before this massacre he rarely cried.
Beside him, there was one other person on the image. His brother. Itachi.
Murderer. Killer. Monster. His brother.
Sasuke hated him. He hated him so much. For all he had done. He had stolen his childhood. His life. His dreams. His soul.
“Itachi, do you really know, what you´ve done? Do you? I don´t think so.”, he said quiet and placed the photo in his pocket. Then he stood up. As low as he could he left his room. He had luck, and nobody of the hospitalpersonal was there. He dissappeared without anyone noticed.
Outside he slowed down.
He was frightened to go back to his home. His own home at all. Now nobody will be there. He hated the silence. Even in his sickroom he hated it. But he hadn´t ask someone to stay with him. He was too confused, too hurt, too young to understand all consequences of Itachis deeds. But after some time he realized all. And it hit him harder than a punch right in the middle of his face.
It was neither shock nor hell.
It was far worse.
It was the knowledge of his destroyed life.