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[He cuts the tomato viciously enough that the juice splatters against his fingers, and he pauses there, clenching his jaw. He doesn't believe a word of that, he tells himself, but his heart clenches in such an ugly way that he knows Itachi would be capable of such a feat. But no--he can't let his older brother get inside his head so easily.]
That's not what Kitty said. [He throws it out there like a knife, cold and unrelenting.]