27Author: ofiremageo on / katsuyakaiba on lj
Genre: Angst/ Romance
Summary: "Maybe next time, little brother…" SasuNaru Drabble.
Comment: For those who's probably mad at me for not yet updating my fanfic, 'I do', I'm so sorry!
I've been so busy lately that I haven't got the time to anymore!TT The future chapters are already written in my notebook but I got so lazy typing it all up and…yeah.
Here's a little angst drabble for ya while I'm still working up on the other one. Hope you enjoy! (smiles nervously)
Sasuke panted heavily as he laid face down on the floor.
He was already bleeding terribly, yet he paid it no heed as he darkly looked up to face his attacker.
"Itachi…" he rasped, coughing as he tasted the metallic flavor of blood.
Said man was standing right in the middle of the barricaded room, his fellow apprentice just right beside him.
The taller of the two had an unconscious small boy in his arms, slung over his shoulders like a traveling pack.
It was Naruto.
"Give it up, little brother. It's no use…" his older brother drawled, turning back to leave.
"W-wait…" Sasuke said weakly, desperately trying to stand up.
He couldn't let them take Naruto away from him…he wouldn't let them…because Naruto was…Naruto was…
Itachi halted from mid step, turning his head back to look at the struggling form of his younger brother.
"G-Give me…give me back Naruto!" Sasuke roared, charging forward with the last of his strength.
…Naruto was the person he cared about most.
He took out a kunai from his pouch bag with the intent of killing the man off, when Itachi suddenly raised out a hand…
Sasuke's eyes widened, halting to an abrupt stop.
…and softly flicked him in the forehead.
"Maybe next time, little brother."
Sasuke shakily fell unto his knees, staring blankly at the retreating forms of the two criminals as he kept replaying those words at the back of his head.
"Maybe next time, little brother."
He didn't even try to stop himself as he letthe tears fall freely from his eyes.
Because he knew…he knew…
There wouldn't be a next time…
FIN
(waits nervously for the tomatoes to e thrown at her.)>