Edit: Happy 44th post!

I was showering after the previous post, and I suddenly remembered a small little notion I had when I was 9, after I was shrieked at by my friend for god knows what. It was raining, and I was staring out of the window. The teacher told me to close the windows for her, instead, I stared at her and said, "The clouds are crying." But I have a second line to that, now.

Dedicated to Ai-chan! Thanks for telling me about ItaSasu, if you hadn't told me, I'd never ever have written this. Love you loads, watashi no tomodachi!

Warning: This contains yaoi. Do not read if you can't take yaoi. And anyway, it's for Aithein, not majority out there, so don't read and pry dobe! Oh, and by the way, this article is 506 words long and was written in approximately 15 minutes. I took so long because I was reading Just like Heroin while writing. Ai-chan doesn't mind the shortness and sketchiness, ne?


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Rain ...
It was raining, heavily. Water lashing at the windows, wind howling and screaming behind the glass panes of the windows. A flash of lightning, a crackle of thunder, and Sasuke wormed further into the blankets, nuzzling into the warm form next to him. "Aniki," he murmured quietly, beautiful black eyes staring up in silent awe at the beautiful figure that was his brother, "Aniki... Why is it raining?" It was a silly question really, childish... innocent? Itachi couldn't tell if Sasuke was reliving his childhood days, or simply being coy. Either way, he replied, widing strong arms around the pale torso, drawing him in under the sheets and whispering his reply, "The clouds are crying," he purred, fingers slowly running up and down, enticing little giggles from the younger raven. It was too delicious to pass up the chance to ask his brother the many questions he had wanted to ask, if it was any time, it was now.

"A...Aniki?" he tried again, inbetween breaths, a warm breath gently caressing his neck, "Then what about the wind?" Itachi paused, tracing a small circular path on the torso of the younger Uchiha, gently nibbling on the shell of his ear as he considered the question. He twisted the form of the younger one, elicting a slight gasp of surprise that quickly faded to silence as he caught his gaze with a pair of intense ebony. "It's the wail of the departed, hear them cry in vain!" Sasuke pouted, not really liking the sadistically morbid way the answer was said in, the expression eased off his face when the elder broke off his gaze to reach his neck. There was a gasp, as Itachi bit down on his artery, feeling the slight tremors of his delicate little form and the small insistent throb of the running blood beneath the skin. "I-I-Itac-" he never got to finish. If Sasuke had his way, he'd have Itachi pay.

Not like he could. Oh, everybody knew it, Itachi had to win. Itachi had to lead. Itachi was the best.

And Sasuke... He... well, had to follow that. Unwillingly - maybe not that unwillingly - but he obliged. At least, Itachi was capable of keeping him absolutely occupied. If he didn't... Sasuke would have his way. Regardless.

"What's with the questions now, hmm, little otouto," lips in his hair, hands all over the pale form, Sasuke had a lovely warmth that could beat any radiator. Onyx eyes skimmed across the walls of the room as he snuggled up to his elder brother for warmth, his gaze fell on the windows, staring at them, at the rain, at the lightning, at the water trailing down the cool glass. "The clouds are crying," he murmured, tasting the words on his tongue as he pressed closer again the bare torso of the older raven, "Crying for the departed souls as they wail and cry for all they have lost..." There was a pause, and Sasuke closed his eyes.

"I'll never lose you would I?"