blueeyedflyboy (blueeyedflyboy) wrote in strangergamesrp, @ 2012-09-25 12:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | balfour vallet, closed, log, uchiha itachi, uchiha shisui |
[Log | Drunken Revelry]
Who: Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Shisui, Balfour Vallet
When: 10 September
Where: The grounds and Balfour’s room
What: Itachi and Shisui get drunk and invade Balfour’s room
Warnings: Language
Open or Closed: Closed
Observable: No
“I need to apologize to Balfour.” As this had been the only clear thought Itachi had thought in a while, it was probably important. He didn’t move, though. He kept his head pillowed on Shisui’s chest where he could feel his heart, one hand curled limply on Shisui’s chest as he counted softly in his head.
He might have been telling Shisui over and over what a terrible person he was earlier. He couldn’t remember.
All he really knew was that they had been drinking and burning things. He could see the bottles placed around them and smell the ash and smoke in the air. His knuckles burned in the way that told him he’d burned them pretty badly. His mouth tastes salty under the alcohol, and he thought he remembered getting mad and biting Shisui. For now, he felt cold and dirty, and he really just wanted to crawl into Shisui’s skin and vanish. Live inside Shisui forever where no one could ever tell him what to do or be again.
Itachi slowly lifted his light head and waited to see if it would float away. When it didn’t, Itachi pushed himself up a little more and looked at the bruises up and down his arm. The odd, very light burn mark. His back ached. Itachi couldn’t remember if he’s fallen or been pushed.
“Shi. I was a jerk.” Itachi pushed his head back down into Shisui’s neck. “I’m bad.”
While he had a nasty bite wound between his neck and shoulder, he didn’t think it mattered too much. Nothing mattered, except the fact that Itachi was colder than him, and trying to warm him up hadn’t been working. So so cold. And dizzy, or maybe it was himself that was dizzy. Shisui ran his hands up and down Itachi’s back. Tight. Tight muscles on a drunk kid. “Mm...”
Blink, and look down. Shisui tried to make himself bigger. “If you want. You’re all freezing. Bad and freezing, but you can apologize. I can. We can go...” He traced his hand up the marks. He had a few of his own. The burn, the burn was his fault, was him messing with Jenny Penny’s teaching, but it was cool. It was okay. Itachi was his, right, yes.
“So let’s go fix it. Or you can. Balfour’s a diiiiiiick.” Shisui snorted, snickered, and patted Itachi’s hair. “Dick-dick. Balfour the.... eh...” What had Balfour done to Itachi, or Itachi done to Balfour? He actually didn’t remember. Hm.
Itachi mumbled a little into Shisui’s neck and thought he might like sleeping right here better than anything else. He liked Shisui better than anything else, so why not stay with him here? As he thought about this, Itachi moved his face to a warmer spot on Shisui’s neck. Better, better, but he needed to get up.
“He’s nice. Stupid, kinda, but okay.” Itachi dragged his face up, pressing his cheeks to Shisui’s, which was much warmer. Itachi managed to drag himself up enough he could look at Shisui’s face. He was cold enough to ache as he detached his body from Shisui’s. Maybe that was why he’d liked the fire so much, even if his knuckles throbbed and pulsed.
“Up, Shi.” Itachi swung his head and leaned his forehead on Shisui’s. “Up, up, up...” He didn’t want to. Itachi sighed and heaved himself to his feet. He staggered, almost stepping on Shisui and stumbling into a tree. Whoops.
“Shisui. I’m drunk.” Itachi had never been drunk before.
Shisui groaned but said nothing, wobbling to his feet. “Stop being brunk. Drunk. Drunk. Be pathetic. It’ll solve everything.” Obviously. He grabbed for Itachi’s shoulder, got his hip, and started pulling him away from the tree. “Come on, then. Where we’re going. We gotta go to where we’re going. How, I dunno, but you gotta tell me.” His tongue was a magnet, stuck to the bottom of his jaw. “I can’t even talk.”
“You never make sense,” Itachi mollified Shisui, looping an arm around his waist to make sure they didn’t get lost. It could happen. They were drunk. Itachi turned his head, which was very hard to do while intoxicated, and whispered in Shisui’s ear--well, okay, his lips were on Shisui’s ear, but he couldn’t judge distance very well. “We’re going to Balfour’s room.”
If they could get across the grounds. Itachi had an idea. He started dragging Shisui not towards the door, but towards the window filled wall.
Shisui squirmed a little, not sure about how he felt about Itachi bothering his ear. “Nggff--fine, Balfour’s room. Can we have his bed?” Shisui followed Itachi, not really caring where they were going. “Let’s fly there. Fly. I wanna pair of wings.”
Itachi pointed up at a window on the third floor. “We are going to translocate.” Itachi looked at Shisui and held him tighter because Shisui was wriggling. He was trying to get away. Itachi shifted and held onto Shisui with both arms, just in case. Shisui’s curls were in his face. Itachi liked that. He liked Shisui’s hair.
Shisui stared at Itachi. “My stomach is going to crawl out of my ass. And then I’ll die.” No, no, no, he couldn’t translocate! He made a face and tilted his head away from Itachi,. flapping his hands a little. “Mmnugh--feels weird.” So stop. Shisui bounced on his toes.
“You’ll leave if I let go.” Itachi started walking for the door, still slinging to Shisui. “Your stomach can’t crawl, Shisui, it’s impossible.” Shisui liked to say weird things just because he could. It was annoying sometimes.
“Nonono, I won’t, leggo,” Shisui whined with a pout, but let Itachi drag him. “I’ll be all sick, and then I’ll ‘splode, ‘cuz...” He didn’t like translocating. He gave Itachi an injured look.
“You are not going to explode.” Itachi sulkily shifted his hold to just Shisui’s arm as he continued to tug him to the door. Itachi was glad the doors opened by themselves.
Itachi looked back at Shisui mournfully. “You don’t love me because I killed you.”
“Uh-huh,” Shisui eyed the doors, and then looked at Itachi. “Do so. I love you more than anything. Even if you broke my arm, genjutsu’d me a bunch of times...” He didn’t really remember, so he settled for pouting at Itachi and shoving his face into the other’s hair. “I’m here. I set you on fire in the good way. Love you.”
“I am a terrible person,” Itachi sighed. “Don’t snot in my hair,” Itachi demanded as he tried to find the right button for the elevator. Three? Three.
“Shisui, is this a three?” Itachi asked curiously, dragging his cousin forward a little more.
“You are,” Shisui agreed, and peered at the buttons. “Dunno, can’t read.... Um, one-two-three. There, it’s here.” He jabbed the button, and jumped as the doors closed.
“You’re not supposed to tell me that...” Itachi whined. He edged up closer to Shisui, draping his arms over Shisui’s shoulders and hiding his face in his neck as he tried not to fall over.
Shisui slumped into the wall, unable to support Itachi on his own. “It’s true. You’re terrible, but I don’t care much. I still like you.” It still felt weird, though, what Itachi was doing. He thought he was probably going to die at this rate. Die by falling over.
“Thanks.” It didn’t make Itachi feel much better. He pulled back from Shisui as the door opened and took a few bumbling steps, too far to the left and about to fall off the edge of something. Itachi right himself and let go of Shisui, but managed to walk straighter.
Ha.
Itachi held his arms out and tottered towards Balfour’s door, hoping no one would see him. That would be embarrassing.
Shisui swayed as he walked, so he made a game out of it, seeing how close he could come to running into the wall without running into the wall. Shockingly, he was terrible at this, and managed to run into the wall most times.
“Ow,” He mumbled as his head thunked into a doorframe. Shisui looked up at Itachi, stared at him for a few moments, and then ran after him. He even managed to not fall over, sealing his arms around the other’s waist.
Shisui’s hugs made Itachi stumble forward, and he crashed into Balfour’s door. Itachi found this ridiculously funny, and started giggling, which broke into a cackling little laugh as he started banging on the door.
“Balfour, Balfour!” Itachi hammered on the door. “Balfour let us in!”
Shisui was too busy nuzzling into Itachi’s back to care about Balfour, but after a little, he peeked up. “He isn’t there, you’ve been knocking forever and always.”
“You can’t do something forever. Stop exaggerating, Shisui,” Itachi demanded. He fiddled with Balfour’s door handle, then kicked it. Nothing happened. Itachi then grabbed his lock picked and started poking at the door knob.
“Stop doing that on my back. You’re making my toes feel weird,” Itachi protested, grimacing as he felt something click. “Ha. I win.”
“Nuh-uh,” He wasn’t sure what he was protesting, but he would. Shisui curled his hands in Itachi’s hair and went a little cross-eyed playing in it. “Yeeaaaah, you do. Win win. At fire. You shoulda seen us, we were blowing things up like clouds...”
Maybe he needed to shut up. Shisui hid his mouth in Itachi’s shoulder.
“You’re not making seeeense,” Itachi protested as he pushed the door open. He dragged Shisui in behind him and shut the door. He didn’t see Balfour anywhere, and he was pretty sure that Balfour would have come to see what was going on if he was here.
“We’ll have to wait for him,” Itachi decided as he turned around. He reached down and held Shisui’s hands, because he liked having Shisui so close.
“You make less sense,” It was true. Shisui made a noise as he was displaced, and then put his forehead on Itachi’s chest to stare at their hands. “I’m dizzy.” He felt bad and high and low. He glanced off to the side, stared at Balfour’s bed, and then shoved Itachi towards it. There.
Itachi went tumbling backwards, easily overset so his back hit the mattress and his rolled over, cricking his neck up in a way that would have been painful if he weren’t so relaxed and limp. Itachi flopped onto his side and gave Shisui a devastated look.
Shisui had shoved him.
“That was mean,” Itachi squeaked, voice cracking as he wobbled his way up right. It had also made his head spin and he had to hold onto the mattress.
Giving Itachi a rather wide-eyed look, Shisui sunk onto the mattress. “You wouldn’t have sat on it. You bit me anyway.” He didn’t really feel bad, so he curled closer and shoved himself close to Itachi’s side.
Itachi scowled. He started pulling off his shoes. “I didn’t bite you to be mean--and you set me on fire.” Itachi shoved at Shisui as his shoes hit the ground, trying to shove him over. It didn’t work at all, but it did make him feel a little better before he collapsed on his cousin.
“I’ll bite you again,” Itachi threatened.
“Wasn’t gonna hurt you, it’s the good type!” Shisui flopped onto his back and groaned. “No, no, no, you’re gonna give me Itachi-itis. Turn me into you. I’m infected and I’m going to turn into a dango-cat....” He was. And it would be bad. He would be made of dango. Shisui stared at the ceiling and made a face.
“You’re not making sense.” Itachi curled around Shisui, draping at arm over him and nuzzling his face into the other’s neck. “‘Sa good type of biting,” Itachi mumbled into Shisui’s neck. He tipped his head up and kissed Shisui behind his ear.
“Cause I love you and you’re not a dead gross zombie Shisui.” Itachi rolled have onto Shisui and found an ear. He bit it. With love. More of a nibble, actually, cause he didn’t use his teeth, because it was kind of gross when his tongue got on skin.
“Making sense is purple.” That was deliberate. Shisui paddles his feet and made a noise in the back of his throat. “I was bleeding.” He wiggled a little, because that felt very, very odd. Itachi was chewing on him. “You’re the zombie, you’re all eating me.”
“Sleepy,” Itachi mumbled, then realized he had just drooled all over Shisui’s ear. He shifted up and more onto Shisui, trying to pull his sleeve over his hand and wipe off Shisui’s ear. To keep his head steady he leaned his forehead on Shisui’s.
Shisui let himself go limp for a while, trying to figure out what Itachi was doing, before deciding it didn’t matter. His shirt was a loose one, the big sort that was almost a dress. Sliding his arms inside, he dragged it up and tried to put it over Itachi’s head, bringing his knees up to hold Itachi’s hips. “Sharing is caring and not dying.” There. Now come closer, cousin. This shirt was going to be stretched out.
“I won’t fit,” Itachi protested, but ducked his head down and got it in Shisui’s shirt. And there was Shisui’s stomach. Just there, waiting.
Itachi beamed, tucked his head down, arched his back to get a good angle, and blew the biggest, wettest raspberry he could on Shisui’s stomach.
Balfour, hands full of newly-baked, freshly-wrapped brownies, walked up to his room to notice that his door was hanging slightly open, some voices inside. Frowning, he nudged it open with his shoulder and saw...that.
Cue the staring and the headtilt.
“Oh, hey.”
What else could he say?
“Brownie?”
Shisui proceeded to wail, jerking forward and trying to curl up. “Aaaah--Stop!” He squirmed, clinging to Itachi’s shirt, and then craned his head up--
And blinked. “YOU!” Now the squirming was in earnest, and Shisui pointed a finger.
Itachi jumped as Shisui yelled, grabbing onto him with panicked fingers as he jerked his head up fast enough his neck cracked. Itachi held on as if he might fall off of Shisui and stared wide-eyed at Balfour.
“Oh.” Itachi his his face in Shisui’s stomach. “Sorry for being a jerk, Balfour.” Shisui’s tummy was sooooooft. Itachi giggled.
Balfour grinned cheekily at Shisui, moving to his desk to tuck most of the brownies into the drawer, leaving two on the desk.
“I don’t see why you’re surprised to see me, Shisui. You’re in my bed,” he said softly, quite calmly as he dug past his clothing to check for something, then went over, having heard Itachi’s words. His hand landed softly on his shoulder.
“It’s okay, Itachi. I should have kept my nose out of it,” he whispered, reaching for the blanket and pulling it up a bit, letting it drape around them. He could smell the alcohol on them.
“No, we needed you for something...” Yes, the apology thing. Shisui put his hands on Itachi’s head, and made a face at Balfour.
...Wait...
“Why were we apologizing to him again?” Shisui poked Itachi’s temple, and tried not to hit Balfour for touching him.
Itachi didn’t mind Balfour touching. Kind of nice. Itachi was still cold and he ache a little. His hand throbbed where Shisui had burnt it. Itachi pressed his face more into Shisui’s stomach, then looked up at his cousin.
“Cause I’m a jerk.” Itachi then lightly bit Shisui’s finger to prove his point.
Balfour just smiled at them, having noticed the chill in Itachi’s skin.
“You’re not a jerk,” he said softly. “Just a brat. Want another blanket?”
His voice, despite the words he had just said, was soft and affectionate, kind of a verbal hair-scruff.
“Stop biting me, dango shouldn’t bite. Um...” Shisui tilted his head and squinted at Balfour. “Um. You choose.” He didn’t want to make choices, he wanted to bother Itachi. Wiggling down a little, he let go of Itachi’s hips and went limp all over again.
“I’m a jerk. An evil jerk.” Itachi looked at Balfour sorrowfully. “I killed Shisui.” Which seemed, at the moment to be the worst of his crimes. Itachi lifted his head a little and looked at his cousin, frowning. He looked at Balfour, then looked at Shisui again, heaving himself to peck Shisui on the lips.
“Drowned him in the river...” Itachi mumbled.
Balfour sighed softly at Itachi’s words, putting another blanket over him and Shisui, his fingers going into Itachi’s hair for a moment as he shook his head.
“He’s here now,” he whispered. “He’s here now, so that doesn’t matter, okay?”
But he didn’t want to get into that big fight again, so he fell silent, stroking Itachi’s hair once more before adjusting the blanket again. He froze when he saw the burn, sighed, and went over to his desk, pulling out one of the burn pads like what Itachi had put on his chest, then going back to touch his wrist gently, signalling that he lift his hand.
“Thought you knew better than to burn yourself,” he said quietly.
Shisui blinked at Itachi, and then leaned forward, to get his nose under the other’s cheek. “He’s my jerk.” So stop touching him, Balfour. The look Shisui gave the man wasn’t nasty, so much as wary. “Hush. Bad things happened. Ain’t gonna happen here now never, though.” Tilting his head to Balfour, Shisui shook his head.
“I burned him.”
Balfour glanced at Shisui, then at Itachi, putting the burn pad on the boy’s fingers and leaving it at that.
“Well, you two should be more careful. And Itachi, listen to Shisui. He’s right.”
Nothing bad was going to happen here, not if Balfour could help it.
Itachi watched Balfour bandage his fingers and smiled a little. “It was on purpose.” Itachi frowned a little Shisui was right? Well, normally, but...
“But I like it when you touch my hair.” Kind of like it when anyone did, though Shisui did it mostly. Itachi didn’t let other people touch his hair much. Itachi pressed his face into Shisui neck, still looking at Balfour.
“I meant to burn him.” He didn’t need to be careful, that was the point. Shisui went limp again, letting his head loll back. He closed his eyes. “I don’t make sense. I’m not right. I was the one who made it all happen.”
Balfour’s lips thinned when Shisui said that he meant to burn Itachi, and just for that statement, he put his hand back on Itachi’s head, smoothing his hair gently. It wasn’t as if Itachi disliked it, after all, so he just kept doing so.
“Either way, you’re both safe here,” he said softly. “Bad things aren’t going to happen here unless you make them happen, alright? So you’re safe.”
Itachi made a very soft, almost suprised noise as Balfour smoother his hair and pushed his head into the touch. Yes. Like that. A little more. “Bad things happen because the world is broken.” Another hum. “People are wrong.” Itachi leaned his cheek against Shisui’s.
“And they take things from you.” Itachi gripped Shisui’s shoulder tightly with his burned hand.
Shisui ignored Balfour and Itachi, but hooked his leg over Itachi’s knee. “The the tide dragged me out, but I had you with me,” The sort of thing that came from the Mist. Though he was drunk, the words came out startlingly clear. “And maybe that was a curse.” Old song, where had it come from? It made him want to cry.
Balfour fell silent for a while, just stroking Itachi’s hair with a little frown on his face. He wanted to promise to protect him. It was a foolish promise to make, but one he wanted to make, all the same.
“Mm, yes, they are,” he said softly, agreeing with him. “A lot of people do want to do that...but I don’t want to. I don’t want anyone to hurt you...or Shisui.”
It was all he could say.
“You’re nice people, Balfour. Most people aren’t nice.” Itachi shifted his head back down into Shisui’s neck, closing his eyes. His shoulders jerked a little and he sighed.
“M tired...”
“Everyone wants to hurt someone. Humans do that. Good and bad, bad and good. Reasons might matter, but it doesn’t change the end.” Shisui put an arm around Itachi’s back, and then looked up at Balfour. “Are you gonna try to make us leave?”
“Would I have tucked you guys in if I was going to make you leave?” he said softly, getting up, pulling the blankets all the way around the two boys. “You guys sleep, alright?”
He rose, going to his closet and pulled his pillow and blanket--the things he had dug for--and laid them out on the ground.
“Hush, Balfour’s nice.” Itachi did his best to hug his cousin and shifted to look at Balfour. “Aren’t you going to sleep too?”
“He still has a conscious mind.” And those, those were bad. No one was good or evil, but they went along with the crowd sometimes, or they did evil things for good reasons, or good things for evil reasons, and it was all fucked. Shisui buried his nose into Itachi’s hair and shut his eyes. Dead people. Dead things. He’d once been on a mission where he saw someone’s legs get skinned. They screamed. You couldn’t really see anything except for the blood. Scary that it was someone from their side doing the work, huh?
Stop thinking. Shisui slurred out a series of incoherent syllables and tried to roll on top of Itachi.
“At least I’m not foolish enough to promise that nothing will happen to you,” Balfour said quietly. “No matter how much I want to.”
Those words alone were probably too much, probably the words that would get him punched if Shisui wasn’t tangled up with Itachi. He sighed, shaking his head a little bit.
“I’m going to sleep down here, Itachi. You two have my bed.”
He’d said enough.
“But it’s your bed,” Itachi protested sleepily, he looked at Balfour, then tugged on Shisui. “Shisui...play in my hair,” Itachi almost whined, cupping Shisui’s shoulders and pulling his cousin tight against him as he rolled onto his back, letting Shisui smother him. Itachi smiled and hummed, holding onto Shisui’s hip and should now.
“Mine.” Itachi kissed Shisui’s jaw, Balfour forgotten.
Shisui knew about fairness, so he patted what was left of the bed (a fair amount, actually) and then buried his face in Itachi’s neck. It took some pawing and searching, but he found Itachi’s scalp to dig his fingers into. He was stretched out on top of Itachi, legs entwined and fairly limp against him.
In some offhand way, Shisui realized he was aroused. It’s not good or particularly bad, it just exists. The poison of the alcohol, too many touches, he didn’t know. It existed, but he was too fuzzy to care about it. He didn’t even think he was hard. Or maybe he was.
Shisui didn’t care, he just nuzzled Itachi. “Yeah, yours.”
“You sure?” Balfour asked when Shisui patted the last bit of the bed, the part against the wall, a frown creasing his brow. He didn’t want to bother the boys, or worry them when they woke up. It wasn’t as if he was going to do anything inappropriate--they were too young, for one--but he knew things could be presumed to have gone a different way completely.
“Don’t caaaaare,” Itachi flopped his head back and looked at Balfour. Itachi wrinkled his nose. He twisted his head a little, then reached up and traced the curve of Shisui’s ears, which was warmer than his fingers. Also, he had to slide his fingers past curls, which were both silky and clingy. Thick and warm. Itachi smiled.
“Come.” It was fair and Itachi didn’t care. Shisui made a small noise, and moved his fingers in circles around Itachi’s head. This was a habit so old that it didn’t matter if he was drunk. Itachi’s hair was nice, and it smelled of spice and Itachi. “Mm.” Nice. Yes.
Balfour nodded a little bit and slipped over to crawl over the other two, curling up under the blanket after touching Itachi and Shisui’s shoulders briefly.
“Go to sleep,” he said softly. “You’ll feel better in the morning.”
He laid carefully away from the other two, a foot or two between them, on the very edge of the bed.
“We’ll be hungover in the morning.” Itachi mumbled. He rubbed Shisui’s ear and closed his eyes, happy with his head scratches. Itachi hummed happily, smiling just a little.
Shisui poked Balfour with a foot just because, shifted so he was more centered on top of him, and made a soft noise, almost a moan. He didn’t pull Itachi’s hair, just curled his fingers and sighed.
Balfour smiled and shifted a little, curling up as he closed his eyes, a hand resting on the bed between him and the pile of bodies that were Itachi and Shisui. He sighed, tugging the blanket up a little more, tucking it toward them.
“Sleep.”
Itachi hummed and Shisui and rolled them over so that he could breath better, tugging on Shi’s earlobe before kissing his forehead. He might have been ignoring Balfour. Balfour wanted to sleep, so he could sleep. Itachi had a cousin and a sleepy head that wasn’t asleep yet.
“I’m going to change it so none of it happens again,” Itachi promised softly, tracing the curve of Shisui’s ear with his pointer finger, then his jaw, then tracing Shisui’s lips with his ring finger. His middle finger swept the curve of Shisui’s cheekbone, and Itachi was suddenly struck with the marvel that Shisui was warmer than he was. His skin was soft. Springy to the touch as Itachi pressed a finger into it.
Shisui curled close, eyes closing and lips parting slightly. The sensation wasn’t describable, because it was it was Itachi. It was a touch, but it was more. Like Itachi was dragging his hands through his soul and memory.
“You do that.” Shisui dragged his nails through Itachi’s scalp and lifted his chin, neck exposed. He hummed low in his throat, and relaxed. He would sleep or he wouldn’t, who cared?
Itachi took a noisy breath as Shisui scratched his scalp. He arched his back and closed his eyes, biting the tip of his tongue and shivering. All of this will go away if you let Shisui die. If you don’t change things, you will be alone again. Alone and cold in a bed listening to someone else breath in the room with him, but still cold.
“Don’t think I can?” Itachi asked, pressing his palm to Shisui’s cheek as he touched their forehead, pressing close and running his hand back into Shisui’s curls as he rubbed Shisui’s ear with his thumb. “You don’t think I can save you?”
Balfour’s lips turned up into a slight smile as he rested there, eyes closed, facing the boys. He saw no reason to let on that he was awake unless someone asked him something. Anyway, it was interesting to hear them speak and just basically exist (whatever they were doing).
Shisui made a soft noise and leaned into Itachi. “No. You can. We can. We won’t hit a downward spiral, but people...” They weren’t helpful, they were bad, it was the world against them. Always. Shooting a glare at Balfour, he pressed closer. “It’s us. Always. Always. We still need to disembowel someone for....... We’re drunk, that’s why.” The guy who had said things who had made them drink who had gotten them here.
With a sigh, Shisui turned his head and bit Itachi’s arm. Not hard enough to hurt.
“Nooo, stop biting.” Itachi protested, giggling and ducking his head. It felt weird. Kind of like getting gnawed on by a puppy. Itachi shifted his arm and looped it around Shisui’s back, pulling his as close as possible.
“Don’t gut people without a good reason,” Itachi admonished.
“Ack,” Shisui exclaimed as he was dragged closer, before wrapping his arms around Itachi. At least one arm. The other, he would have to wiggle under Itachi, which would be weird. “I like biting. I can bite their face off. The one who said things about you.” It was a very good reason. Shisui pouted at Itachi.
“You’ll be more civilized than that,” Itachi protested softly. “Be nice. Be good. Cause Shisui is sweet.” Well, so Itachi. “And mine.” Because it bore repeating. Itachi wondered if he could stitch that into the shoulder of Shisui’s shirts. Itachi’s--do not touch.
“Sensei was teaching me how to break fingers the painful way before I went on the mission. Is that civilized?” Shisui asked earnestly. He didn’t particularly think he was sweet, but whatever. “Mm. Always. You were mine first, but I can be yours.”
“That’s better, but still not very nice,” Itachi admitted. “You’ve been mine longer,” Itachi protested. He bit Shisui on the tip of the nose. See, his!
“Have not!” Shisui tilted his head away. “You were mine since we met. I’ve been yours for a few months. And I’m not mice,” He added, slurring slightly.
“Yes, because I’m older than you now, and I’ve know you since I was three,” Itachi reasoned with a yawn. He slid down and tucked his head under Shisui’s chin, holding him tight. “So I’ve known you longer, so you’ve been mines longer.” Itachi grinned. “An’ I killed you, so you’re mine forever now.”
Shisui made a face. “It’s not fair, it’s cheating.” He still rubbed Itachi’s back, though, and went quiet. Okay. He could be Itachi’s, even if his cousin was a cheater.
“I cheat,” Itachi agreed, humming happily. “Good night.” It seemed like it was time to sleep.
“Night, Ita,” Shisui told him, and drifted his hand into the other’s hair. At least he could bring his cousin into sleep like that.
Itachi hummed something softly. “Love you.” Because he did. More than almost anything. He moaned happily as Shisui’s fingers got into his hair.
Shisui laughed softly, and moved the pads of his fingers in small circles. He won. Itachi was making amusing noises. Snuggling into the covers, he made a soft noise back. Just to see what would happen.
Itachi giggled. Sighed. Made another noise he didn’t have a name for as he slipped off. He could smell Shisui. He was safe.
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Itachi dreamed of the river. He dreamed of death. Of pushing Shisui under again and again.
He dreamed of Shisui’s hands coming up from the water and wrapping around his chest. He dreamed of his cousin’s cold, dead body wrapped around him and dragging his down. Suffocating him in rotting flesh. When he opened his mouth to cry out, worm crawled in his mouth, and Shisui’s bone fingers tangled in his hair.
Itachi wake up with Shisui’s body tangled in his, Shisui’s hands in his hair.
With a strangled cry, Itachi kicked out, shoving the body away, flinging himself away. Shoving and kicking and trying to get out of whatever held him--fuzzy film. Dead body scuzz. Didn’t know. Didn’t know.
Balfour had been dozing on and off, not resting well in between nightmares of his own, some about his sister, some about Anastasia, some about the Airmen. When Itachi cried out and backed into him, he jolted awake, his arm going for the boy, keeping him from crawling over him.
"Nn, Itachi?" he asked, voice rough from having just woken up, blinking in the darkness as his fingers went over his shoulders soothingly. "Itachi...something wrong?"
Itachi tried to twisted away as something jammed into his back. What he found--he could see with his Sharingan red eyes--was someone behind him, someone real and alive and warm. A warm hand closed over his shoulder, further proving that this was someone alive. Someone real.
Itachi grabbed onto the man's shirt, suddenly dizzy and sick as his head tried to split violently open and vomit out his brain. Shirt in hand, finding a chest to steady his head was easy. Very easy and comforting. It made the world not twist and spin and threaten to throw him to the ground.
Balfour blinked at the hand in his shirt, but then slid his arm around Itachi, gently tugging him down to his chest.
“Come here. You’re safe,” he whispered. “It’s alright. You’re alright, Itachi.”
He really didn’t know what else to say, but he didn’t mind that Itachi had decided to grab on to him, instead just holding him in return, rubbing his shoulder with the same hand of the arm that was almost all the way around him, leaving the other on the bed so that the young ninja wouldn’t feel trapped.
“You’re okay.”
When he was kicked awake, shoved away, Shisui reacted in the way years of training had taught him. He didn’t waste time attacking, and threw himself away from the warmth, out into the darkness of the room. Into hell.
Shisui gasped as he hit the ground, not sure enough to catch himself. As his chin hit the ground and his body and back craned up, he was absolutely certain that he would die, that his neck would break or his head would explode from the sheer pressure--
Then his legs slid off the bed, and Shisui made a hasty retreat under it, still not aware of where he was.
Itachi jumped as something made a noise, clutching tighter to Balfour. His eyes ached. They were bleeding. Maybe he was crying. “I killed him. I killed him.” Itachi whimpered into the fabric of Balfour’s shirt. And now Shisui could come for revenge. Itachi gulped for air, pressing tight to Balfour in hopes of protection. Comfort. Anything.
“Shh,” Balfour whispered, frowning slightly at the thumps that made Itachi cling closer to him, gently draping his other arm around his shoulders, his hand coming to his hair.
“No, no. Shh...” It took him a moment to remember who Itachi had supposedly killed, the conversation he had been privy to earlier. “No, he’s safe. He’s...well, he was right here. Shisui’s here.”
Shisui could hear Itachi and Balfour distantly, as if in a dream. As if he were underwater and were ignorant of where he was, talking in loud voices. He couldn’t make out to whom they belonged to, just that they were there.
Then fragments of his memories resurfaced, apologies and the name Balfour, and Shisui realized that he was under Balfour’s bed. Letting himself relax, he pushed against the wall behind him with both feet, which seemed like a better idea than crawling out. “Er...?” Comprehensible noises, he didn’t remember how to apply them.
Itachi shook his head. The hurt. He was going to fall off the world. “Killed him dead and took his eyes. And then he rotted.” Itachi told Balfour with considerable distress and he pulled his legs up into the man’s lap. Balfour was bigger. Not as big as Kisame, but big enough.
“Well something happened and he’s here, now, and very much not rotten,” he whispered, tightening his arms slightly, allowing Itachi to crawl up onto his lap, onto him. He just combed his fingers through Itachi’s hair. “He’s safe. You’re both safe.”
He squeezed him again, just briefly, a little hug to go along with his words, and with his fingers behind Itachi’s back, he responded to Shisui’s questioning noise, curling them to wave him up. He wasn’t sure what good it would do, but he hoped it would calm Itachi by proving that he was safe, alive, and very much there.
Shisui hooked his hands into the bottom of the bedframe and hauled himself up. He processed Itachi’s words, took in the scene of the two others, and scowled.
“He’s lying. I’m dead.” With that said, Shisui let himself fall backwards, hoping the impact of his head against the wood would kill him and save him from that sight. While it made his ears ring and his head pound and rattle, it didn’t kill him.
Gods, Shisui was talking to him! Itachi pressed his face tighter into Balfour’s chest and whimpered. He was going to die. Worse, he was going to be tormented for life. Itachi hiccupped and wished Balfour had a big shirt for him to hide in.
Balfour felt anger flare in his stomach at Shisui’s words, but he was quickly distracted by teh whimper, so he ignored it, just rubbing at Itachi’s back and murmuring that he was safe before starting to sing quietly, his voice low and soft.
It had worked with a sister who was screaming in pain, so maybe it would work with a terrified Itachi.
No. No, that was not okay. Not at all. Itachi was his. His, his. Not Balfour’s, not his to sing to. The jealousy surged, and actual hurt came from it. It wasn’t fair. Shisui sat up and fisted his hands in Balfour’s shirt, intending to wrench him away, but nausea overcame him. With a groan, he dropped his head and took a few breaths. If he willed it, maybe Balfour would go away.
Balfour fell silent at the hand in his shirt, reaching over to touch it, following the arm to the elbow, nudging it closer.
“C’mere and stop tormenting your cousin,” Balfour said softly. “Get up here. Sounds like you hit your head anyway.”
His other arm tightened around Itachi, fingers rubbing against his shoulder, still trying to calm him. It was clear the boy was terrified and he just wanted to make it go away, wanted to calm him down. Shisui was the only way he could do so. There was no one Itachi trusted more, he’d noticed.
“You’re touching him,” Shisui spat, breathed, and tried to stand up and avoid touching Balfour. He made it, but it meant climbing over Balfour and Itachi to get to him. Shisui stared at the situation, then made a noise of disgust. “There’s no room.”
He wanted to hurt Balfour, or at least shove him out of the way so he could get to Itachi. “You should go shove a shark’s...” The rest of the profanity detailed where Shisui thought Balfour should put the object, and crawled onto the bed to come to his knees in front of Balfour. His head hurt. It hurt bad.
It felt good, having Balfour rub his shoulder like that. Itachi’s eyes had closed again, and he’d started to relax. That meant falling back asleep, because he was tired. His head felt bad, and his stomach didn’t feel nice either. Itachi stirred as he heard Shisui’s voice. His hands tightened on Balfour’s shirt.
“Be nice,” Itachi murmured as he caught Shisui’s swearing, shifting to get more comfortable in Balfour’s lap.
“Just get up here,” he muttered, shifting to where Itachi was between him and Shisui rather than him and the wall. He didn’t care that Shisui was mad at him, not at the moment. He just reached up and ran his fingers through Itachi’s hair again, his eyes closing a little bit.
Shisui frowned again, but crawled into the bed. Considered biting Balfour, but decided that sticking a cold toe into the back of his knee was punishment enough. He would stab him later. Reaching out, he touched Itachi’s shoulder softly.
Itachi spun dizzy as Balfour moved, then someone touched him. Itachi recognized the shape of the hand slowly. The way the the nails were short and the fingertips rough even through the fabric of his shirt. Itachi held on tight to Balfour and let his head fall backwards. Far enough to see Shisui’s hair and eyes.
He still had both eyes, so they were okay.
“Hi.” Itachi smiled a little. He was sleepy again. Balfour’s lap was comfy.
Balfour ignored the toe to the knee, smiling softly when Itachi leaned his head back to see Shisui, shifting so that he could see the other male a little better as well.
“How hard did you hit your head?” he asked firmly, meeting Shisui’s eyes with a stubborn gaze. He would carry him down to the infirmary if he had to, but he really would rather not. He didn’t realize that Itachi was feeling dizzy and sick or he would have been throwing them both over his shoulder and dragging them downstairs.
Shisui looked at Itachi and pouted slightly. “Hi....” Itachi didn’t like him, he shouldn’t say hi. Glancing at Balfour, he hummed a little. “Dunno.” He didn’t remember hitting it. Moving closer, he tried to get Itachi a little closer. It meant being closer to Balfour, though, so he didn’t get too close.
Itachi lowered himself back into Shisui, still gripping Balfour’s shirt as he leaned against his cousin. Then he could have Balfour being warm, and he could have that spot in Shisui’s neck that was very much Itachi’s spot on Shisui’s neck.
“There, you’re safe,” he whispered, fingers brushing along Itachi’s hand that was still in his shirt, not trying to pull away or anything of the sort. He didn’t look away from Shisui.
“I heard you hit your head rather hard. Are you dizzy? Headache?”
Seemed the concern extended to both younger males.
Fine, Itachi could do that. He didn’t care. Shisui focused on being a pillow, and eyed Balfour with apprehension. “Uh, I can’t remember anything much about last night? But I think... I was drunk.” And that meant memory loss.
Itachi decided that Shisui was not giving the proper response. Itachi let go of Balfour and twisted around, grabbing Shisui’s shirt and trying to drag him back down to the bed.
Balfour frowned at Shisui when he said that he didn’t remember hitting his head, huffing a little bit as he leaned back on the wall when Itachi let go of his shirt.
“You just did it a minute before you crawled up here.”
No, he wasn’t too happy about Shisui ignoring the fact that he could be hurt.
Falling backwards as Itachi pulled him, Shisui blinked up. “Did what, insulted you?” He didn’t understand what Balfour was getting at too well.
Itachi hugged Shisui and wriggled back to get his spine against Balfour.There, now he was as safe as he could be.
“Hit your head,” Balfour said simply, reaching over to stroke Itachi’s arm when he pressed back against him. “You hit your head rather hard. I heard a loud thunk.”
He wasn’t letting off.
Shisui didn’t want Itachi to touch Balfour. To ignore this, he buried his face in the mattress. “I hit my chin.” That was it. Balfour was weird. He deserved the toeing to the shin that he got.
“Shisui has a hard head,” Itachi added, not quite in step with the conversation. He tried to pull Shisui closer.
“Perhaps...” Balfour said softly, frowning a bit as his fingers went to touch the ends of Itachi’s hair, careful to not touch Shisui. “And how are you feeling, Itachi? Any better?”
The way the boy had woken so suddenly and was so terrified had him worried.
Letting Itachi pull him closer, Shisui grumbled under his breath at Balfour. Shook his head for Itachi, but didn’t say anything. Itachi hated him. Or something to the effect.
“Sleepy.” Headachy. Cold. Sickish. Itachi got a shiver as Balfour tugged on his hair and found the happy spot in Shisui’s neck. “Night.”
Balfour shifted, pulling the blankets back up over Shisui and Itachi, shamelessly tucking them in before curling up behind Itachi, a hand going to rest in the middle of his back, a reassurance that Itachi was there, safe, and not screaming his head off in a nightmare.
“Goodnight,” he whispered.
With a sigh, Shisui hooked his arm over Itachi’s shoulders, twisted in odd ways to avoid Balfour, and took comfort in what he did have.
Shisui could sleep with a stranger if he could have Itachi.
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