[ Shisui is not one to anger easily, but the insinuation is a little too much to bear. Using Itachi for sex?! Where did the little twerp get that idea from? And immediately, Shisui starts feeling bad for all of them, almost beginning to feel some kind of responsibility towards the way Sasuke was thinking, this unnatural aversion to sex. Then again, his psychologist training kicks back into him and he has to shake off the thought because really, what you thought was your problem, so in essence, Sasuke did this to himself~ Sort of. Well, it was a little too hard for him to explain to himself just yet. ]
[ He glances at Itachi, eyes once again asking for forgiveness. ] I'll be right back.
[ Saying which, he hops onto the railing and slides down the stairs, almost falling off as he reaches the landing, skidding to a halt at the front door. He wrenches the door open and runs out, catching up to Sasuke, and then running some more so he overtakes him and is now standing right in front of his little cousin. ]
[ His shirt is halfway out already, and only slightly panting, he points his index finger right at Sasuke's forehead, still a little angry, about to poke him before his hand changes direction and he is now resting it on his cousin's shoulder. ]
You think --[ pantpant ]-- I may be using your brother --[ and one more ]-- for sex?! [ Here he pulls his hand away ]
You think, after eight years, that is the only value I place on your brother? [ Have an incredulous laugh, Sasuke ]
You come back, after eight years with Naruto, and you tell me if you still feel the same way about Itachi and I. Oh, and try living away from him with that creep of an Uncle Madara for four years, having your calls and emails intercepted, purposely cut away from the people you care about… [ Yes, so he finally lets Sasuke know his actual whereabouts in still very vague terms. He didn’t want to bring up that creep, but it had to happen, eventually. ] …Having to spend every waking moment and every dream worrying, wishing he was there with you, hoping for a phone call, waiting… waiting. [ He can’t help clenching his fist here, still angry at the four years he had to endure without these two, four years of forced separation, thanks to Madara. ]
I don’t need his body, his very presence, to know how I feel towards him. I don’t need sex. A memory is all it takes.
You come back after you’ve been through all that and tell me if you still think I was using your brother.
[ Stepping aside and walking away now, Shisui mumbles: ] Have fun at Naruto’s.
'sokay <33 And uhh, that comment got under Shisui's skin a little rofl
[ He glances at Itachi, eyes once again asking for forgiveness. ] I'll be right back.
[ Saying which, he hops onto the railing and slides down the stairs, almost falling off as he reaches the landing, skidding to a halt at the front door. He wrenches the door open and runs out, catching up to Sasuke, and then running some more so he overtakes him and is now standing right in front of his little cousin. ]
[ His shirt is halfway out already, and only slightly panting, he points his index finger right at Sasuke's forehead, still a little angry, about to poke him before his hand changes direction and he is now resting it on his cousin's shoulder. ]
You think --[ pantpant ]-- I may be using your brother --[ and one more ]-- for sex?! [ Here he pulls his hand away ]
You think, after eight years, that is the only value I place on your brother? [ Have an incredulous laugh, Sasuke ]
You come back, after eight years with Naruto, and you tell me if you still feel the same way about Itachi and I. Oh, and try living away from him with that creep of an Uncle Madara for four years, having your calls and emails intercepted, purposely cut away from the people you care about… [ Yes, so he finally lets Sasuke know his actual whereabouts in still very vague terms. He didn’t want to bring up that creep, but it had to happen, eventually. ] …Having to spend every waking moment and every dream worrying, wishing he was there with you, hoping for a phone call, waiting… waiting. [ He can’t help clenching his fist here, still angry at the four years he had to endure without these two, four years of forced separation, thanks to Madara. ]
I don’t need his body, his very presence, to know how I feel towards him. I don’t need sex. A memory is all it takes.
You come back after you’ve been through all that and tell me if you still think I was using your brother.
[ Stepping aside and walking away now, Shisui mumbles: ] Have fun at Naruto’s.