Creative Writing: The Outsider

Sasuke sat up from sweat dampened covers and dry heaved. Annoying sheets and dark hair stuck to his body and face. After throwing up earlier that night he felt a little better, but clearly even that wasn't helping with sweating, nausea, and the shivers. Sasuke groaned as he turned over to look at the alarm clock that showed a blurry 3:26 am.

"Go to bed he said, you'll feel better once you wake up he said." Impersonating his brother in a sarcastic tone Sasuke took a sip of water.

"Imagine, being 16 and taking care of myself," Sasuke waved his hands around in small circles "Itachi seems to think it's apparently impossible."

Kicking the now very annoying covers off Sasuke turned to press his legs and forehead against the cool wall adjacent to his bed. It seemed to help a little as Sasuke imagined to the cold seeping past his shin into his muscles, eventually his eyelids started to feel heavy again and soon he feel asleep.

What seemed like two seconds turned into a half an hour until the pain erupted over his body again, Sasuke bolted upright from his drowsy sleep and screamed in pain. This time there was no sarcastic remark to an invisible older brother. Just a sharp intake of air and a thud as Sasuke rolled too far off his bed and connected with the floor. Everything

And I couldn't help you with this Sasuke, you know that. You had to do it alone and if I came in and you didn't recognize me," Sasuke took in a breath of Itachi's clean scent, earthy with the faint trace of his infamous body wash "both of us would have gotten hurt." Itachi handed the glass and painkillers over for Sasuke's newly pink, irritated blotchy skin.

"So it really happened huh? Guess lycanthropy didn't skip me." Sasuke took the pills and sat slowly on the clean part of the floor trying not to rub his skin to much. Being lower than Itachi on the floor left his inner wolf feeling immediately at ease. Itachi observed Sasukes actions with unnoticeable