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[ it wasn't the first time he ( they ) took a quick trip to the pokemon center, and now that they're in violet city it's been much easier— sasuke was training not just himself, but his slowly growing team. chinatsu, now a quilava, the growlithe that hatched from its egg ( now "fudge" ), and the newest addition, a shinx nicknamed 'senkou' ( the fightpicker out of all three right now, even outshining chinatsu in that aspect; sasuke's been getting shocked accidentally around him from such excitement the ball of fur is ).

sasuke thinks he's succeeded in sneaking off for a moment unnoticed, harmlessly, away from his brother ( as if he could, but hey ), close by and into the pokemon center mentioned earlier, to heal his teammates and cease working for today ( they were all probably tired, but it felt good ) and . . . well, he had something planned.

sasuke himself was the picture of a boy who'd been playing sports all day with no limit: scraped knees and elbows, lightly bruised in some places and body heavy, aching to rest. but he felt good, no doubt. he felt he accomplished something. and, he'd do so, now that the day was coming to an end, and he'd have to help with gathering wood before dark ( they had plenty of fire types to start their fire for them, though! )

but, enough blabbering. sasuke snuck off without saying anything for a reason. he's— found some pretty interesting things out during his stay, after all, and this time, he was scurrying to the nearest pc to pick up a certain something he got from the breeding centre ( for free, actually ).

when sasuke appears once more, making his way back to camp, his bag pack is obviously stuffed with something, although he tries his best to hide it with a straightened back as he returns to the place he had left itachi a few moments ago ( he got "the thing", healed his pokemon . . . yet did nothing for his own scrapes ).

he's coming back to itachi with a crooked smile, despite attempting to keep a straighter face . . .

hi. ]

Edited 2014-07-14 00:56 (UTC)

[For the most part, Itachi had been spending his days putting far more attention into Sasuke and the development of Sasuke's team than his own. He preferred to get money for the two of them by picking up odd jobs in whatever city they passed through; little things, things that didn't take long.

So he could spend the time with Sasuke.

But the odd jobs often left him tired, and it was easy for Sasuke to sneak away. Itachi was sitting by the campfire, Growlithe cuddled in his lap, staring into the flames with his mind a world away.

When Sasuke returned, he actually jumped a little, broken out of his trance.]

What's that look for, little brother? [Sasuke looked too pleased, and not very good at hiding it. Or maybe Itachi just knew him that well.]

[ whhaa, the fire's already done-! carefully slipping his backpack off his small shoulders and to the ground, sasuke starts making his way to itachi's side, finding a comfortable spot and position next to his brother before slowly sitting down, and bringing his bag with him. ]

Wh— Nothing! I was just—

[ um— well, as he's thinking of what to say, sasuke goes for his pokeballs, spreading the three neatly out in front of him. gazing at them, he looks for the right words, anything but something that would give him away ( if he already wasn't doing that ), from time to time eying itachi from the corner of his eyes— until he turns his head enough to look at his brother directly. ]

. . . Happy.

[ it was the whole reason why-! ]

[Happy. That's the important thing, that Sasuke's happy. Always, always, Itachi is much too conscious of how badly he's going to hurt this precious child. How much he has hurt him. So the only thing he can do is make sure that here, Sasuke is as happy as he can be. It's not nearly enough, but it's something.]

Good. That's how I want you to be. [He reaches out and ruffles Sasuke's hair gently. Just having contact with him is so good.] You're doing really well as a trainer, otouto. I'm proud of you.

They're growing—

[ screams someone's proud of him . . .

it's not father, but itachi is like . . . well, it's enough to make him smile that meek little smile of his, briefly ducking his head, then blinking and gazing back at his older sibling. ]

But . . . What about you, Brother? [ sasuke was a sharp boy, after all— he knew that itachi barely took the time to get anything for himself, putting his focus all on his little brother, or small jobs for extra money. ]

I'm just fine. [He's being a very lackadaisical trainer and it shows, but that's okay -- there's no rush right now, no hurry. He likes the couple of Pokémon he has, and doesn't feel ambitious. He's happiest just being with Sasuke.]

Are you hungry? [Gotta feed the growing otouto.]

But, um— What if you had one more?

[ it was a good starting conversation for dinner!!! and after a few moments: ]

Kind of . . .

[ and the following gURGLE his stomach gives says a lot more than "kind of", in which he ends up giving a quiet, sheepish laugh. shut up stomach you're ruining the present giving moment build up . . . ]

[Itachi smothers a laugh and pokes Sasuke lightly in the stomach.] That sounds like more than 'kind of.'

[But Sasuke's question has him curious, and he tilts his head.] What are you up to, otouto...? [The question is affectionate; he's amused at the idea of Sasuke surprising him.]

[ he gets a chuckle out of the poke-! he was ticklish if he wasn't ready for it!

but on to more pressing matters— in which sasuke shifts a bit, looking down, smiling to himself and . . . heh, he's going to get caught, isn't he? ( that if he already isn't caught! ) ]

Can you close your eyes for a bit, Big Brother?

Of course.

[Because it's Sasuke asking. Why wouldn't he do what his otouto asks? It's obvious what Sasuke's getting at -- of course it is -- but Itachi doesn't see any reason not to humor him.

Savor it. Savor it while it lasts...

He closes his eyes obediently, lips curving into a tiny smile.]

[ okay— a bit of shuffling, the unzippering of his backback as he moves around— and . . . ! ]

—There.

[ what's right in front of him, if he were to open his eyes, you ask?

that's what— a lovely, fresh little trapinch egg ( knowing bite, double team, quick attack, struggle bug, and giga drain as egg moves! ), just waiting to be hatched to say hello to its new trainer. and one day, it will be a beautiful dragon.

there was sasuke; legs crossed, almost hunched over and leaning in with expectation, hoping that it would be liked. ]

[Itachi opens his eyes and looks at the egg for a moment in simple surprise. Then his eyes light up and he accepts it from Sasuke, handling it gently.]

Sasuke... thank you! It's from your own Pokemon?

[That makes it extra super special. Precious gift from his precious little brother.]

[ h-haaah-! he liked it! it makes sasuke's smile widen with a content flush of his cheeks, hands holding both feet together as he folds his legs into a near butterfly position; he looks a bit excited . . . shaking his head: ]

No— But . . . They said it turns into a dragon when it evolves! A real dragon—

[ you can see that this is a really big!!! thing! ]

I— I thought it was cool for you, Brother.

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