[02/05 - 02/07] open

[not_thedragon]

Who: Sasuke and the consequences of his choices
When: February 5th through February 7th
Where: Chez Uchiha
Notes: Look at his life. Look at his choices.

He was mostly succeeding at not having any regrets. Even though the storm outside was still blustering out its tail end of snow and sleet, the skin-crawling buzzing had died down somewhat with the thorough expenditure of lightning chakra, leaving him with only the usual vague oppressed feeling that fire chakra sulked with in wet conditions.

The problem was less the chakra exhaustion and more the way Mikoto had taken one look at him and tsked him into a hot bath as if he were eight years old again, throwing chopped ginger into the bathwater and -- though not actually saying anything out loud -- speaking volumes with the disapproving angle of her neck.

It hadn't been ameliorated any when Sasuke had woken up with a head that felt as if he'd filled it with earth -- not even earth, maybe, dust, something that settled into crevices and left his hearing distant and head afflicted with the sort of hazy headache that made him want to do nothing more than crawl underneath his covers and ignore the world at large. If he was lucky, his mother wouldn't even have mentioned the problem to anyone else.

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[thebestuchiha]

Fully unaware of the state of the Sasuke, Obito had just decided to swing by and talk to Sasuke just for the sake of checking on him. After all, he'd gotten word of the big battle and he was curious to see how his student was doing in the wake of it.

The last thing he'd expected was Mikoto looking thoroughly disapproving of everything, an expression he knew well, and waking him inside to go peek in on Sasuke himself. He peeked around his student's doorframe when he got to his room.

"Hey there."

[not_thedragon]

... Sasuke was a full-fledged jounin, he reminded himself, and the second son of a clan head, and also the student of the sitting Hokage, all of which meant he was much too old to give in to the urge to groan emphatically and roll himself underneath the pillow. Even if said Hokage was the one currently peering into his room, Mikoto's still-displeased face appearing briefly at his shoulder before she headed back downstairs, likely to concoct some other horrible but effective medicinal soup.

"Sensei," he managed. "Did you need something?"

With how congested he was, it sounded a great deal more like sedsei, did you deed sobding, but he was going to ignore that with what little dignity could be mustered while prostrated in bed.

[thebestuchiha]

He blinked a few times, thoroughly shocked by what he was seeing. It didn't look like Sasuke had a broken nose so that just left one other option. His student had u and gotten himself sick.

"The weather was a bit too much for you I take it?"

[not_thedragon]

He debated letting that blow to his pride -- unintended or not -- slide, taking the time to try to push himself into sitting upright. A few seconds of propping himself up on an unimpressed and shaky elbow later, he decided that Obito had seen him in diapers and therefore could handle seeing him sink gingerly back onto his pillow and scrub uselessly at bleary eyes.

"Sparred in the storm," he explained in a mutter. "Won't last long."

He hoped.

[thebestuchiha]

He huffed a breath, only just restraining a burst of laughter. He moved over and checked on the level of the water by his bed. "Be glad you're the medic or you'd be being bitched out by you right now. Or Tsunade, if she were around currently."

[not_thedragon]

"Shishou knows what it's like," Sasuke said, petulant enough that even he couldn't deny it. He wasn't actually sure how Tsunade handled her lightning chakra when the weather conspired against it, but given that she had free rein of nearly anywhere she wanted to go, he could only assume it was easier for her to give vent than those trapped in villages with notions about property destruction and that sort of thing.

"It gets all," he made a vague hand gesture, something meant to indicate a mixture of congested and possibly also explosive. "It's worse keeping it in than anything."

[thebestuchiha]

"Can't say I know the feeling. Earth and water backing up my fire, remember? Can't say rain thrills me, but none of the crazy over the top stuff you and Kakashi suffer." He shook his head, flashing him a grin. "But hey, think of it this way, at least you got it out of your system, mm? Even if at cost."

[not_thedragon]

Earth and water, Sasuke thought with some glumness, steady and respectable chakra natures. Not that Obito could be called respectable, really, even if he'd managed to become the Hokage, but steady was probably true enough.

"Better out than in," he said, emphatic. "We didn't break anything important, anyway."

At least, he was pretty sure they hadn't.

[thebestuchiha]

He reached over, putting his hand on his head for a moment. "Except yourself a little bit apparently. Get better soon, mm?"

[not_thedragon]

"I can handle it," he muttered, just before having to engage in a series of highly unpleasant snorts in order to try and get some clearance to breathe. "Were you looking for me for something, sensei?"

[thebestuchiha]

"Of course. I wanted to see how you were." The look he gave him made it clear he wasn't talking about the cold. "That's all."

[not_thedragon]

He frowned at first, the tone not quite registering through the fuzziness, and nearly responded: I'm going to be fine. But something about it made him look at Obito, and the expression there was obvious enough, Sasuke going still.

"I'm fine," he said, serious despite how congested his voice was. There was no other way to express it, really; what else was he supposed to be?

[thebestuchiha]

He looked thoughtful, then reached over and ruffled up his hair, smile soft and fond. "Alright. I'll believe you. So. Has your mom been smothering you adequately over this cold?"

[not_thedragon]

He'd believe him? Had there been a question of whether he was believable or not -- Sasuke's brow creased up until he found himself under an onslaught of hair-ruffling, unfair because he had no way to escape. He made a strangled, nasal sound and shoved Obito's hand away, definitely not pouting in any way.

"I'm going to be fine," he repeated stubbornly. "And Mom knows that. I'm not Itachi, I get over things fast."

[thebestuchiha]

"Yes, you do, but that hardly means she won't fuss, does it? I've met the woman you know." He was smiling though, pleased to see Sasuke's spirits high enough to be properly grumpy. "You should still sleep earlier tonight though."

[not_thedragon]

"If you know that Mom can fuss, then you don't need to add to it," he informed Obito, grumpiness still in full force. "I'm not a kid; I know how to handle myself."

Muzzily, he'd thought for the first time about moving out like Itachi seemed to be doing when he'd had to face Mikoto's best I'm Not Angry, Just Disappointed expression for a fifth time, but the thought had faded speedily with the arrival of her winter soup.

[thebestuchiha]

"Yeah, you do. You're still my student though, and a Sensei is allowed to worry over his brats." He flashed a smirk. "And so is a cousin, so you get it twice."

[not_thedragon]

"Do you bother Hinata and Naruto when they get sick, too?" He demanded, however nasal the demand was, and folded his arms over his blanket in an effort to look unimpressed by the rationale. "You can't pick and choose 'cause of blood ties."

[thebestuchiha]

"Yep. Naruto especially. He makes the best faces. Hinata... well I have to break into her family house to do that and they get kind of spiteful so not her so much, no." He wrinkled up his nose after saying that.

"Is this you telling me to get out or something?"

[not_thedragon]

"It's," Sasuke started, and then had to stop short of finishing the thought of too bad we aren't more like the Hyuuga: there was a thought that he couldn't even think without recognizing the blatant lie. Of course it would be Hinata, who out of the three of them probably appreciated company most, who didn't get subjected to the Obito-smother.

Not that he was exactly telling Obito to get out, though he couldn't actually say that. He shot his teacher a slightly bleary frown instead. "Aren't you worried you'll catch it?"

[thebestuchiha]

"Nah. If I get sick I'm sure I'll have a half dozen or more people fussing over me and then I get to be the grumpy one. I don't get sick all that often though so it'd be pretty impressive." He laughed, raising his eyebrows at him. "I catch colds less often than you, after all."

[not_thedragon]

"Are you sure you're not confusing me with Itachi, sensei?" It was a grumble, because now that Sasuke was thinking about it, he couldn't really remember the last time Obito had been to the hospital for any kind of illness. Not that that meant much in a village of shinobi who regularly avoided the hospital unless they were about to lose a limb, but still.

[thebestuchiha]

He smothered a laugh at that question. "Definitely no. I used the right comparison, thanks. I'm just not one of those people who really gets sick. No big deal." He reached ou, putting his hand on Sasuke's head and resting it there.