Baby Sitting

Baby sitting



A murderer or mother hen?



Sasuke awoke from his unusually comforting and relaxing sleep to the smell of blood and tree bark. His confused senses competed with his brain for a few minutes trying to place the familiar sent while his body pulled the heavy fabric closer, over his head to take in more of the weirdly soothing sent that almost lulled him back into his relaxing slumber.



His senses reached out further as he heard soft shushing sounds along with a gentle touch running along the side of his face. Something tickled his nose but was quickly brushed away and he found himself pushing his head back against it.



Then he heard a slight chuckle. His mind once again trying to remember the familiar sound. The soft heavy fabric was gently pulled from his face as a pair of soft lips pressed against his for a while then moved to his ear, nibbling at the spot just below his ear lobe. He couldn’t help it in the state he was in. He moaned. In the past only one person knew what could wake him up in the morning with a good ……..



Then it hit him!



Sasukes eyes shot open as his face twisted to a scowl. He jerked around so he was leaning on his arm with his legs bent slightly at the knee so he could half lie, half sit on his side. He would have jumped out of bed to reach for the kunai knife he kept in his draw if he were more of a morning person. But right now he wanted to scream and shout at the person sitting there on the other side of his bed with the unemotional but smug look on his face.



He would have screamed bloody murder if it wasn’t for the hand that was pressed over his mouth in the second it took him to get to his current position. The person nodded his head to something in his lap.



The baby with a smile on its face, playing with the mans’ long silky hair. Fascinated with how he kept grabbing at the locks but they just slipped out of his chubby fingers.



The older man watched him as he looked at the baby he was holding, realising that he couldn’t raise his voice while the baby was near him. Sasuke just ripped the mans hand from his mouth and scrambled off the bed, still hazy from his peaceful sleep but stayed quite. He was not in the mood to deal with the grating sounds that baby could make this early in the morning.



Sasuke was about to reach for the handle to his draws so he could put some clean clothes on and get rid of … his sent that the boy new would linger on him from being so close to him all night. Sasuke cursed himself. Why didn’t he know it was him? He had been tired but that’s no excuse. He should have done something, anything to get away from him. And he should not be feeling relaxed around him at all anymore. He can’t. shouldn’t…..



But the man’s quite and calm voice stopped him.



“I know you wanted to restart the clan again little brother, but don’t you think you’re a little young yet” sasuke spun around to see his brothers face, blank but with the amused glint in his eye.



If it weren’t for the baby he would have screamed out all his anger at having his older brother in the same room as him, but managed to whisper, the anger still evident. ”It’s not mine, idiot…” he immediately regretted cursing his brother at the glare he received and quickly bowed his head; silently taking back his words and vocally replacing it with “brother…” his brother may be a murderer but he loathed people with foul mouths.



Being around naruto and having a name calling contest every time he see’s the dobe was having an affect on him. His brother had raised him like any other uchiha with the edge itachi has that got him respect from the right people where ever he went. He had been taught to seem pleasant enough with company at social events but have an air about him that holds the well-known uchiha ‘I am better than you’ but remain polite. The uchiha’s only stand for good manners and the best from their members.



No matter how much the numbers have decreased.



His brother only ever tolerates his younger brothers slip ups to the extent his does because it shows how much he still cares for his baby brother. Sasuke might hate his brother but his older brother but itachi all but forced him to realise through small acts like this that he still holds affection for his little brother. Sasuke knows that had any one else on the planet called his brother an idiot, they would most likely be dead now, or worse.



Itachi turned is gaze back to the child, satisfied with his brother’s silent apology. “Then who’s is it?” he asked, wanting to know why his little brother had a child.



“It belongs to someone who’s dead” he shot at his brother. He hated itachi for killing everyone. Sasuke had known there were problems between his brother and his family but he didn’t have to kill everyone.



Not wanting to remember the past, the young uchiha dragged the wardrobe doors open, along with the draws, and gathered some clean clothes for himself before stomping to the bathroom. Not caring if he woke to baby up, just wanting to get away from his brother.



Once in the bathroom sasuke slammed the door shut, hearing the unusually satisfying sound of the baby’s cries. He smirked. ‘Let’s see how my ‘dear’ brother likes that’ he thought while turning the shower on, drowning out the sound he had endured for hours. He stripped off his old clothes, throwing them in the wash basket and stepped under the now warm water, gently beating his anger down from the outside as his thoughts drifted back to the man deciding to pay him another unwanted visit.



Yes, this was becoming a regular occurrence. Well not really regular but enough to put sasuke in a pissy mood for weeks before returning again when he seems to calm down. You would think the Jonin or ANBU would realise an S-rank criminal ventured through Konaha at least 10 times a year. He may come at random times, he may be the stealthiest person they would come across, or not as the case may be. But they should realise something.



He sighed and leaned against the shower wall, cold tiles against his back. He remembered that night when he had come home early from the extra training his farther arranged for him after school. He remembered the dead bodies as he walked through the uchiha complex to his house. He remembered feeling so confused and so scared at so many familiar people unmoving along the street. Then, when he heard the screams from his house. He had been terrified. Tears already making their way down his face. Running to the house, his house. Running down the hall to the main room, the walls covered in the red liquid. He had opened the door with shaky hands. Then seeing his parents bodies on the floor in that dark room. Then his brother walking out from the shadows. Sword covered in the blood. Their family’s’ blood. It had been too much. His eyes clouded with tears and hadn’t noticed his brothers shocked expression at him coming home early. Nor the foot steps as they came closer. He had been ready to claps so stunned with fear.



But then his knees gave way as he felt his brother’s hands reach out to him. As itachi caught him, wrapping his arms around his little brother. Sasuke cried out “why, why, why..” over and over. Not understanding. His brother only carried him away from his parent’s bodies and took him upstairs, to the room they had shared for 8 years. Not talking, just stroking his hair and holding him tight. His older brother lying down, sasuke still in his arms, letting him cry himself to sleep as he knew reasoning would do no good. Sasuke had fallen asleep in his brothers arms that night, in their bed, only one to be found in the morning.



But just before exhaustion won over sasuke, his brother had pressed his lips to his, in the kiss that only they shared.



A kiss only to be shared by the person you loved.



After the massacre sasuke had been kept in the hospital for weeks or months, he didn’t know. Then, he had been so confused about everything. So traumatised that his mind only fed the event of the massacre back to him in small doses, when he slept. He had refused to eat and sleep to the point where he had been drugged every other night and force fed.



The nurses had been shocked when all he asked for was his brother. All the time. One nurse had the nerve to ask him why he did not ask for his parents. It had confused him more. The nurse had no idea how clans worked, she had been looking from a normal child’s view. He had asked her why he would want to ask for his parents when he would never see them anyway. After the nurse had commented to another doctor that sasuke now understood that his family were dead.



But what little sasuke had really meant was that, his parents were never around to ask for in the first place.



One night sasuke had cried for hours when it had finally hit him that he now had no family. At least that’s what he had been told. At first when he asked for his brother they didn’t say anything, but later on they had said he was gone.



That night his brother had come to him. Little sasuke had been too scared to do anything, thinking it was a ghost. But when his brother wrapped his arms around him he knew that his brother was real. Sasuke had fallen asleep naturally that night. But that night he had forgoten that his brother was the reason for his sad state. The next time he had not.



The next time his brother came to him a few weeks later sasuke’s hate for what itachi had done came at full force.



He had screamed and shouted at his brother. Tears pouring down his face. Scratching at him when his brother tried to hug him, but his brother was too quick, too strong. He had embraced sasuke and held him tight. Stopping his little brother from waving his hand around and rocked him slowly. Eventually his screams became horse sobs and his struggling stopped in his brothers’ familiar and comforting arms. With soft kisses to his head and whispered nonsense he once again fell asleep in his brothers arms. But never was there an apology or a fragment of remorse for what he had done.



His brother had visited once more that year, 4 months later when sasuke had been released on his own.



The nurses were baffled when perfect foster parents for the boy would come to see him and fell in love with the idea of having him, even though sasuke would not respond to them, he would be silently polite. Just like his brother had taught him. Only to have them send messages days before they were to take sasuke saying they couldn’t have the boy.



It happened 6 more times before they gave up and released sasuke without a new family to help him but with a promise from kakashi that he would look out for him since he had been a friend of obito uchiha.



When his brother had visited he had been met with tearful eyes as the little boy walked up to the gates of the uchiha house, boarded up and covered in the tape that said ‘stay out - crime scene’. Itachi had scooped his little brother up with more than a few struggles and had taken sasuke to an apartment near the centre of town along with his belongings telling him that he was going to live here now.



Reluctantly sasuke had agreed but had cried “Why did you kill them, why all of them?” The only answer he received had been “When your older” like it was a family secret. With that his brother carried him to bed and stayed with him until he fell asleep like he always did. Sasuke had wondered if it was a comfort for him as well. Holding him close, with their secret kiss before he fell from consciousness.



The young ninja sighed as he pressed his fingers to his lips in memory before shaking his head to try and rid himself of his past. He quickly turned the water off and reached for a towel. Stepping out of the shower, he began drying himself as he listened out for the crying baby and maybe the smashing of furniture in the frustration he has been through so much in the past 2 days. But the uchiha heard nothing. Frowning he tried to think of what could have happened.



Suddenly his eyes widened. What if itachi killed it!



Sasuke quickly finished drying his body and got dressed faster than he ever had before in his life. The young uchiha almost tore the door off its hinges in his hurry to get out into the bedroom. He stopped at the sight of the unoccupied bedroom. His brothers black cloak with red clouds still on his bed, but now neatly folded.



Sasuke raised an eyebrow. ‘His brother had time to tidy up with a screaming baby?’ He asked himself. He knew that his brother was a neat freak but even he couldn’t be that bothered about how things were with those powerful lungs crying out for attention.



The young boy walked from the bedroom into the kitchen, always on guard. And still no one was there. No sound could be heard. Did he leave? Sasuke wondered with slight hope. But he always stays for as long as he can. Confused the young uchiha walked into the main room expecting the worst.



That’s when he heard it.



Sasuke stopped dead in his tracks. There was itachi uchiha, one of the most deadly s-rank criminals there is, the man responsible for wiping out one of the most powerful clans in mere hours and the man who could kill you with a single look………….



Stood rocking a baby in his arms while feeding it warm milk and humming a nursery rhyme.



Sasukes mind had shut down long before it hit the floor.