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WARNING: This story is OOC. Some parts contains fluff, violence, and shounen ai/yaoi. If you don’t like either of those, then don’t read it.

Search For Identity Part 16
coming home

Sasuke yawned and rubbed his eyes, which he had just opened. He had woken up only a minute ago and was still a little sleepy, so he started to look around to see where he was. He found himself to be still on his mother’s back, gently kept from falling by her soft hands supporting his weight. They were on their way home, accompanied by two other boys, his brother as well as another kid he had never seen before. It was a boy with bright hair, nearly the same height as Itachi, who was constantly talking to him. It wasn’t a real conversation, though, as the black haired didn’t talk back to him. In fact, he didn’t even look at him. However, the strange boy’s mouth kept opening and closing without interruption. The way he moved was similar to the way he talked – he wasn’t walking as calmly and steadily as Itachi and Mikoto, but jumping around a lot, curiously eyeing every building they passed by.
Sasuke was pretty shocked when two red eyes were suddenly directed at him. The bright haired was quiet for a second, obviously astonished at the smaller boy. Probably he hadn’t noticed him before.
“Who’s this?”, he asked.
“My little brother.”
Itachi’s voice was low and toneless, as if he was terribly bored by the question.
“I thought so”, the other boy smiled, “you two look pretty alike, same hair and eyes and everything. He looks like a smaller copy of you, actually. What’s his name?”
“Sasuke.”
Itachi was still not facing him, but rather talking to the ground, huffing his short answers with his head turned down.
“What does that mean?”
Mikoto frowned when the silver haired didn’t get any response this time. She had been watching her older son out of the corner of her eye since they had left the academy. He didn’t look too happy at the moment. Maybe he had just realized that he would share his bed with someone else than his brother tonight. Since the accident with the shuriken a few days ago, he had spent every second of his free time with Sasuke. However, it wasn’t nice to ignore his friend, who was all joyful and excited about staying with him today.
“His name?”, Mikoto eventually addressed the silver haired when Itachi didn’t say anything.
“Yeah.”
Hidan jumped onto a small stone wall which surrounded a garden they were passing by. The woman smiled at the little silver haired, who stretched his arms out to the sides in order to keep his balance, and carefully started to walk.
“Yeah”, he said again, “every name has a meaning.”
“That’s true”, Mikoto said, “do you know what your name means?”
The boy frowned at her.
“Hiiidaaan”, he drawled, as if trying to remember what he was called. He was walking much slowlier now, moving forward on the narrow wall with shaky steps. Thinking seemed to distract him.
“Err…”, he said and lifted his head to face Mikoto, “no, I dunno.”
The woman quickly reached out for the boy, grabbing his small arm in order to keep him from falling when he suddenly toppled over. Hidan stared at her with his mouth open for a second. He didn’t say anything, though, not even a small thank you.
“Why are you carrying him like that?”, he asked instead, freeing his arm and pointing at Sasuke.
“Because he’s tired”, Mikoto explained.
“Ain’t he heavy?”, Hidan asked.
To this Mikoto had to laugh.
“No”, she said, “no, he isn’t heavy at all. I wouldn’t carry him if he was.”
“Yeah”, the silver haired boy said and blinked, “right.”
He spun around quickly.
“Hey, Itachi-san, what’s your place like?”, he asked, moving backwars now so that he could face the black haired, “I bet your house is pretty big and stuff.”
The other boy just shrugged.
“You’ll see in a minute, Hidan-san”, his mother replied instead of him again, “we’re almost there.”

The boy’s eyes widened when they reached the house.
“Oh, you even have a porch”, he said, quickly following Mikoto up the three stairs to the front door, “we don’t have one, but we have a garden.”
“So do we”, Itachi said, “a big one.”
Mikoto put Sasuke down to the ground and unlocked the door. Her younger son anxiously eyed his brother’s friend. He didn’t know what to think about him yet. Itachi had mentioned him a few times, but he hadn’t really told anything about him. Sasuke only hoped that he wasn’t as rude as Kisame.
“I knew your house was pretty big”, Hidan said when they entered the hall, giving Itachi a content smile. He curiously watched his friend, who had started to help his little brother to take off his shoes.
“How old is he?”, the silver haired asked, his crimson eyes quickly switching between the two Uchiha boys.
“Three.”
“That’s pretty young, isn’t it?”
Hidan was ignored once more by Itachi, who now stretched out his hand towards his little brother and pulled him back to his feet.
“Are you hungry, you two?”, Mikoto addressed the two older boys while Sasuke grabbed her arm and shyly snuggled up to her again.
“Yeah, kinda”, Hidan mumbled, slightly distracted by the grand walls that surrounded him. He seemed to be amazed by the house already, although they hadn’t really entered it yet but were still standing in the hall.
Mikoto smiled at the small boy, who was bending his head and scanning every tiny detail of the room. She and her husband had spent a lot of time and money on their house, and were rather proud of what it looked like now. It wasn’t the biggest residence around, but yet it provided more than enough room for the four of them. As soon as Itachi would graduate from the academy, he would get his own bedroom and study in the roof, which they still needed to extend. There was no hurry to do so, though – at the moment, their sons enjoyed sharing one and the same room.

“Do you like chicken, Hidan-san?”, the black haired woman asked when she opened the kitchen door, earning another happy smile from the boy.
“Yeah, that’s my favorite food”, he said with sparkling eyes and followed her and the two black haired boys into the room.
“My momma always gives me some for lunch, and we eat it a lot at home, too, because it’s cheap and easy to prepare, she says, because we are so many people at home, and…”
“I’m gonna do my homework”, Itachi interrupted, sitting down at the big kitchen table and placing his school bag on it. He used to do his work here and not in his room, because it was a lot cooler down here than upstairs in the bedroom. Most of the days, Sasuke would sit down at the table as well, trying to help his bigger brother.
Hidan looked at them for a few seconds, then turned his head back to Mikoto.
“…and it’s not easy to find something everyone of us likes”, he finished his sentence.
“I see.”

Mikoto frowned when the boy followed her to the kitchen counter.
“What about your homework, Hidan-san?”, she asked.
“Already done.”
Mikoto smiled at the boy. Obviously, he wasn’t as lazy as Itachi had assumed. He must have used his lunch break to do his work.
“So, a lot of people are living with you?”, the woman asked, trying to continue the conversation Hidan had started.
“Yeah.”
Mikoto opened a drawer, searching for a knife. Itachi was always hungry after school, and most of the days his father would come home just about an hour after him, so she used to start cooking as soon as possible to have everything ready. Mikoto didn’t mind being a housewife at this point. She loved cooking, and what she loved even more was to make her family happy.
“They’re my brothers and sisters”, the silver haired suddenly continued, “but, you know, not my real brothers and sisters.”
He curiously eyed the knife in Mikoto’s hand with his mouth half-opened.
“And not my half brothers and sisters”, he then said, lifting his head so that he could see what the woman was doing. She stepped to the side so that there was enough space for the boy to stand beside her.
“And not my cousins, either”, he added.
Mikoto took some vegetables from the shelf above her and started to cut them into pieces.
“What are they to you, then?”, she now asked. As Hidan was the only one who wasn’t allowed to attend the meeting his mother had mentioned, the others living with him must be a lot older than him.
“I dunno”, Hidan mumbled, putting one hand onto the counter and moving even closer to Mikoto.
“Just… people.”

“Do you want to help me?”, Mikoto suddenly asked when the boy beside her didn’t stop staring.
Hidan shook his head furiously.
“No, I just wanna watch.”
The woman frowned at that answer, but didn’t say anything. Even if he didn’t let it show, he must be somewhat scared, after all. Although Shiro had said he was used to sleeping somewhere else when his family members weren’t around, Mikoto was sure that it wasn’t easy for him to adjust himself to the new situation. He didn’t know any of the Uchihas very well, even Itachi was known to him only for four days.
“You’re not gonna cut yourself, are you?”, Hidan suddenly asked, his voice sounding oddly cheerful.
“I don’t think so”, Mikoto replied.
Only if you keep staring at me like this.. The woman started to feel slightly incomfortable by the piercing eyes directed at her hands. She was sure this wasn’t the first knife of this size Hidan had seen, but yet he seemed to be somewhat fascinated by it.
“Itachi-san”, Mikoto now addressed her older son, “why don’t you show Hidan your room until dinner is ready?”
The black haired lifted his head.
“Yes, Mama, in a minute”, he said, “I just want to finish these exercises.”
“I can help you”, Sasuke smiled and sat down next to his brother, “I’m good at math.”
Hidan suddenly spun around, as if he had been startled by the younger Uchiha’s voice, and stared at the two boys.
“You’re good at math?”, he asked, “Do you even know what math is?”
His eyes were flickering, and again there was this mocking undertone in his voice Mikoto had heard when he had been talking to Kisame earlier. Sasuke gave him an anxious look.
“It has to do with numbers and figures and plus and minus”, he said, his voice slightly trembling. He wasn’t really afraid of the silver haired, but he didn’t like him, either.
“And you can do that already?”, Hidan asked, sounding even more provocative now, which was of course unnoticed by the little black haired boy.
“I… I can count to ten”, Sasuke almost whispered now, moving closer to his brother, who was staring at Hidan, but still not saying a word.
“Itachi-san”, Mikoto said, louder this time, “I really think you should show Hidan your room now. You can finish your homework later.”
She highly disliked the way the boy was talking to her younger son, but she didn’t want to scold him. She wanted him to enjoy his stay here, not to get frightened already in the very first hour. Most likely, he was just a little jealous. He had tried to attract Itachi’s attention all the time on their way home, but he would only listen to Sasuke.
“Yes, Mama”, the older Uchiha boy eventually replied and got up, quickly grabbing Hidan’s arm and dragging him along.

“You’re such a pain”, Itachi sighed when they had left the room.
“What?”, Hidan huffed, “I didn’t do anything!”
“You kept me from doing my homework”, the black haired said, “and you scared my brother. I really don’t like that.”
“Oh man”, Hidan moaned, “he’s just a…”
Luckily for him, he was distracted by a door opened in front of him before he could finish his sentence. Itachi already felt anger seize his body. He highly disliked people talking about Sasuke in a disapproving way, and now when his mother wasn’t looking, he wouldn’t hesitate to hit Hidan if he insulted him.
“Jashin-sama”, the silver haired exclaimed with his crimson eyes opened wide, “my room’s definitely smaller than yours. Way smaller. And a lot darker, too.”
He walked over to the bed and slumped down onto it. His silver hair was sparkling in the sunlight, and bright spots of sunlight caused by a tree outside started dancing across his head.
“I only have one window”, he said, bending his head backwards so that he could look outside, “and my bed is way smaller than yours, too.”
“It’s a double bed”, Itachi said, “my brother usually sleeps here, too.”
A wide grin appeared on the other boy’s face as he directed his red eyes to his counterpart again.
“And tonight I’ll sleep here with you”, he half-asked, half-stated.
Itachi sighed.
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“Oh man, that’ll be so much fun”, Hidan squealed, his high voice cracking with excitement as he rolled over onto his stomach and looked out of the window again. The garden he could see was big, even a little bigger than his, and it had a lot of trees and bushes. He wondered if he and Itachi would play there later, when he was suddenly hit by something big and heavy, making him cry out. He sat up immediately, curiously eyeing the bag Itachi had thrown at him.
“What the hell is that?”, he asked, rubbing the back of his head which had been hit.
“I don’t know”, the black haired replied, “I think it’s yours.”
He had never seen this bag before, but as there was the strange symbol Hidan used to draw all the time printed on it, he assumed it belonged to him.
“Oh, you’re right”, the silver haired said, quickly rummaging through it with a bored expression before carelessly dropping it on the floor again.
“My momma must have left it here for me. Just clothes and stuff.”
Both the boys remained silent for a few minutes, Hidan’s crimson eyes scanning the room, Itachi’s dark eyes scanning Hidan. He still couldn’t understand why he was that pale. He was running around outside even more than all the other kids, but for some reason his skin didn’t tan at all.
“Hidan-san?”, Itachi asked, sitting down onto the foot of the bed.
“Huh?”
The silver haired turned around in surprise.
“May I ask you something?”
A happy smile appeared on Hidan’s face, and he moved closer to Itachi, until their faces almost touched.
“Course”, he said, “anything you want.”
“I just wondered if…”
Their faces were so close now that Itachi could see every tiny detail of his eyes, two clear purple orbs criss-crossed by several lines and dots of dark red, which were not moving at all when they stared into the Uchiha’s dark ones, making him feel pretty unwell. He quickly averted his gaze from his counterpart.
“What now, huh?”, Hidan asked.
The black haired pulled back, feeling pretty uncomfortable being so close to the weird kid.
“Never mind”, he said and got up.
He didn’t exactly know what, but something about Hidan had frightened him. Not only the way he stared at him but something else, something he couldn’t see but only feel, a strange negative energy surrounding him. Itachi wondered if this was what it felt like if one sensed other people’s chakra.

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WARNING: This story is OOC. Some parts contains fluff, violence, and shounen ai/yaoi. If you don’t like either of those, then don’t read it.

Search For Identity Part 16
coming home

Sasuke yawned and rubbed his eyes, which he had just opened. He had woken up only a minute ago and was still a little sleepy, so he started to look around to see where he was. He found himself to be still on his mother’s back, gently kept from falling by her soft hands supporting his weight. They were on their way home, accompanied by two other boys, his brother as well as another kid he had never seen before. It was a boy with bright hair, nearly the same height as Itachi, who was constantly talking to him. It wasn’t a real conversation, though, as the black haired didn’t talk back to him. In fact, he didn’t even look at him. However, the strange boy’s mouth kept opening and closing without interruption. The way he moved was similar to the way he talked – he wasn’t walking as calmly and steadily as Itachi and Mikoto, but jumping around a lot, curiously eyeing every building they passed by.
Sasuke was pretty shocked when two red eyes were suddenly directed at him. The bright haired was quiet for a second, obviously astonished at the smaller boy. Probably he hadn’t noticed him before.
“Who’s this?”, he asked.
“My little brother.”
Itachi’s voice was low and toneless, as if he was terribly bored by the question.
“I thought so”, the other boy smiled, “you two look pretty alike, same hair and eyes and everything. He looks like a smaller copy of you, actually. What’s his name?”
“Sasuke.”
Itachi was still not facing him, but rather talking to the ground, huffing his short answers with his head turned down.
“What does that mean?”
Mikoto frowned when the silver haired didn’t get any response this time. She had been watching her older son out of the corner of her eye since they had left the academy. He didn’t look too happy at the moment. Maybe he had just realized that he would share his bed with someone else than his brother tonight. Since the accident with the shuriken a few days ago, he had spent every second of his free time with Sasuke. However, it wasn’t nice to ignore his friend, who was all joyful and excited about staying with him today.
“His name?”, Mikoto eventually addressed the silver haired when Itachi didn’t say anything.
“Yeah.”
Hidan jumped onto a small stone wall which surrounded a garden they were passing by. The woman smiled at the little silver haired, who stretched his arms out to the sides in order to keep his balance, and carefully started to walk.
“Yeah”, he said again, “every name has a meaning.”
“That’s true”, Mikoto said, “do you know what your name means?”
The boy frowned at her.
“Hiiidaaan”, he drawled, as if trying to remember what he was called. He was walking much slowlier now, moving forward on the narrow wall with shaky steps. Thinking seemed to distract him.
“Err…”, he said and lifted his head to face Mikoto, “no, I dunno.”
The woman quickly reached out for the boy, grabbing his small arm in order to keep him from falling when he suddenly toppled over. Hidan stared at her with his mouth open for a second. He didn’t say anything, though, not even a small thank you.
“Why are you carrying him like that?”, he asked instead, freeing his arm and pointing at Sasuke.
“Because he’s tired”, Mikoto explained.
“Ain’t he heavy?”, Hidan asked.
To this Mikoto had to laugh.
“No”, she said, “no, he isn’t heavy at all. I wouldn’t carry him if he was.”
“Yeah”, the silver haired boy said and blinked, “right.”
He spun around quickly.
“Hey, Itachi-san, what’s your place like?”, he asked, moving backwars now so that he could face the black haired, “I bet your house is pretty big and stuff.”
The other boy just shrugged.
“You’ll see in a minute, Hidan-san”, his mother replied instead of him again, “we’re almost there.”

The boy’s eyes widened when they reached the house.
“Oh, you even have a porch”, he said, quickly following Mikoto up the three stairs to the front door, “we don’t have one, but we have a garden.”
“So do we”, Itachi said, “a big one.”
Mikoto put Sasuke down to the ground and unlocked the door. Her younger son anxiously eyed his brother’s friend. He didn’t know what to think about him yet. Itachi had mentioned him a few times, but he hadn’t really told anything about him. Sasuke only hoped that he wasn’t as rude as Kisame.
“I knew your house was pretty big”, Hidan said when they entered the hall, giving Itachi a content smile. He curiously watched his friend, who had started to help his little brother to take off his shoes.
“How old is he?”, the silver haired asked, his crimson eyes quickly switching between the two Uchiha boys.
“Three.”
“That’s pretty young, isn’t it?”
Hidan was ignored once more by Itachi, who now stretched out his hand towards his little brother and pulled him back to his feet.
“Are you hungry, you two?”, Mikoto addressed the two older boys while Sasuke grabbed her arm and shyly snuggled up to her again.
“Yeah, kinda”, Hidan mumbled, slightly distracted by the grand walls that surrounded him. He seemed to be amazed by the house already, although they hadn’t really entered it yet but were still standing in the hall.
Mikoto smiled at the small boy, who was bending his head and scanning every tiny detail of the room. She and her husband had spent a lot of time and money on their house, and were rather proud of what it looked like now. It wasn’t the biggest residence around, but yet it provided more than enough room for the four of them. As soon as Itachi would graduate from the academy, he would get his own bedroom and study in the roof, which they still needed to extend. There was no hurry to do so, though – at the moment, their sons enjoyed sharing one and the same room.

“Do you like chicken, Hidan-san?”, the black haired woman asked when she opened the kitchen door, earning another happy smile from the boy.
“Yeah, that’s my favorite food”, he said with sparkling eyes and followed her and the two black haired boys into the room.
“My momma always gives me some for lunch, and we eat it a lot at home, too, because it’s cheap and easy to prepare, she says, because we are so many people at home, and…”
“I’m gonna do my homework”, Itachi interrupted, sitting down at the big kitchen table and placing his school bag on it. He used to do his work here and not in his room, because it was a lot cooler down here than upstairs in the bedroom. Most of the days, Sasuke would sit down at the table as well, trying to help his bigger brother.
Hidan looked at them for a few seconds, then turned his head back to Mikoto.
“…and it’s not easy to find something everyone of us likes”, he finished his sentence.
“I see.”

Mikoto frowned when the boy followed her to the kitchen counter.
“What about your homework, Hidan-san?”, she asked.
“Already done.”
Mikoto smiled at the boy. Obviously, he wasn’t as lazy as Itachi had assumed. He must have used his lunch break to do his work.
“So, a lot of people are living with you?”, the woman asked, trying to continue the conversation Hidan had started.
“Yeah.”
Mikoto opened a drawer, searching for a knife. Itachi was always hungry after school, and most of the days his father would come home just about an hour after him, so she used to start cooking as soon as possible to have everything ready. Mikoto didn’t mind being a housewife at this point. She loved cooking, and what she loved even more was to make her family happy.
“They’re my brothers and sisters”, the silver haired suddenly continued, “but, you know, not my real brothers and sisters.”
He curiously eyed the knife in Mikoto’s hand with his mouth half-opened.
“And not my half brothers and sisters”, he then said, lifting his head so that he could see what the woman was doing. She stepped to the side so that there was enough space for the boy to stand beside her.
“And not my cousins, either”, he added.
Mikoto took some vegetables from the shelf above her and started to cut them into pieces.
“What are they to you, then?”, she now asked. As Hidan was the only one who wasn’t allowed to attend the meeting his mother had mentioned, the others living with him must be a lot older than him.
“I dunno”, Hidan mumbled, putting one hand onto the counter and moving even closer to Mikoto.
“Just… people.”

“Do you want to help me?”, Mikoto suddenly asked when the boy beside her didn’t stop staring.
Hidan shook his head furiously.
“No, I just wanna watch.”
The woman frowned at that answer, but didn’t say anything. Even if he didn’t let it show, he must be somewhat scared, after all. Although Shiro had said he was used to sleeping somewhere else when his family members weren’t around, Mikoto was sure that it wasn’t easy for him to adjust himself to the new situation. He didn’t know any of the Uchihas very well, even Itachi was known to him only for four days.
“You’re not gonna cut yourself, are you?”, Hidan suddenly asked, his voice sounding oddly cheerful.
“I don’t think so”, Mikoto replied.
Only if you keep staring at me like this.. The woman started to feel slightly incomfortable by the piercing eyes directed at her hands. She was sure this wasn’t the first knife of this size Hidan had seen, but yet he seemed to be somewhat fascinated by it.
“Itachi-san”, Mikoto now addressed her older son, “why don’t you show Hidan your room until dinner is ready?”
The black haired lifted his head.
“Yes, Mama, in a minute”, he said, “I just want to finish these exercises.”
“I can help you”, Sasuke smiled and sat down next to his brother, “I’m good at math.”
Hidan suddenly spun around, as if he had been startled by the younger Uchiha’s voice, and stared at the two boys.
“You’re good at math?”, he asked, “Do you even know what math is?”
His eyes were flickering, and again there was this mocking undertone in his voice Mikoto had heard when he had been talking to Kisame earlier. Sasuke gave him an anxious look.
“It has to do with numbers and figures and plus and minus”, he said, his voice slightly trembling. He wasn’t really afraid of the silver haired, but he didn’t like him, either.
“And you can do that already?”, Hidan asked, sounding even more provocative now, which was of course unnoticed by the little black haired boy.
“I… I can count to ten”, Sasuke almost whispered now, moving closer to his brother, who was staring at Hidan, but still not saying a word.
“Itachi-san”, Mikoto said, louder this time, “I really think you should show Hidan your room now. You can finish your homework later.”
She highly disliked the way the boy was talking to her younger son, but she didn’t want to scold him. She wanted him to enjoy his stay here, not to get frightened already in the very first hour. Most likely, he was just a little jealous. He had tried to attract Itachi’s attention all the time on their way home, but he would only listen to Sasuke.
“Yes, Mama”, the older Uchiha boy eventually replied and got up, quickly grabbing Hidan’s arm and dragging him along.

“You’re such a pain”, Itachi sighed when they had left the room.
“What?”, Hidan huffed, “I didn’t do anything!”
“You kept me from doing my homework”, the black haired said, “and you scared my brother. I really don’t like that.”
“Oh man”, Hidan moaned, “he’s just a…”
Luckily for him, he was distracted by a door opened in front of him before he could finish his sentence. Itachi already felt anger seize his body. He highly disliked people talking about Sasuke in a disapproving way, and now when his mother wasn’t looking, he wouldn’t hesitate to hit Hidan if he insulted him.
“Jashin-sama”, the silver haired exclaimed with his crimson eyes opened wide, “my room’s definitely smaller than yours. Way smaller. And a lot darker, too.”
He walked over to the bed and slumped down onto it. His silver hair was sparkling in the sunlight, and bright spots of sunlight caused by a tree outside started dancing across his head.
“I only have one window”, he said, bending his head backwards so that he could look outside, “and my bed is way smaller than yours, too.”
“It’s a double bed”, Itachi said, “my brother usually sleeps here, too.”
A wide grin appeared on the other boy’s face as he directed his red eyes to his counterpart again.
“And tonight I’ll sleep here with you”, he half-asked, half-stated.
Itachi sighed.
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“Oh man, that’ll be so much fun”, Hidan squealed, his high voice cracking with excitement as he rolled over onto his stomach and looked out of the window again. The garden he could see was big, even a little bigger than his, and it had a lot of trees and bushes. He wondered if he and Itachi would play there later, when he was suddenly hit by something big and heavy, making him cry out. He sat up immediately, curiously eyeing the bag Itachi had thrown at him.
“What the hell is that?”, he asked, rubbing the back of his head which had been hit.
“I don’t know”, the black haired replied, “I think it’s yours.”
He had never seen this bag before, but as there was the strange symbol Hidan used to draw all the time printed on it, he assumed it belonged to him.
“Oh, you’re right”, the silver haired said, quickly rummaging through it with a bored expression before carelessly dropping it on the floor again.
“My momma must have left it here for me. Just clothes and stuff.”
Both the boys remained silent for a few minutes, Hidan’s crimson eyes scanning the room, Itachi’s dark eyes scanning Hidan. He still couldn’t understand why he was that pale. He was running around outside even more than all the other kids, but for some reason his skin didn’t tan at all.
“Hidan-san?”, Itachi asked, sitting down onto the foot of the bed.
“Huh?”
The silver haired turned around in surprise.
“May I ask you something?”
A happy smile appeared on Hidan’s face, and he moved closer to Itachi, until their faces almost touched.
“Course”, he said, “anything you want.”
“I just wondered if…”
Their faces were so close now that Itachi could see every tiny detail of his eyes, two clear purple orbs criss-crossed by several lines and dots of dark red, which were not moving at all when they stared into the Uchiha’s dark ones, making him feel pretty unwell. He quickly averted his gaze from his counterpart.
“What now, huh?”, Hidan asked.
The black haired pulled back, feeling pretty uncomfortable being so close to the weird kid.
“Never mind”, he said and got up.
He didn’t exactly know what, but something about Hidan had frightened him. Not only the way he stared at him but something else, something he couldn’t see but only feel, a strange negative energy surrounding him. Itachi wondered if this was what it felt like if one sensed other people’s chakra.