I didn't know how, but suddenly Tobi asked her if I was her new boyfriend. Now I asked myself, did he mean as a good friend or as a boyfriend? I looked at Sakura expectantly, I just didn't want to be turned away by her, of course I hoped that she would turn up and see me as a good friend. I didn't ask for more.

[i]I saw her open her mouth. But no sound came out. Instead, she leaned over and took me in her tender arms. It happened to me, my pulse began to beat faster. I admitted it was just wonderful to be in her arms. I dared and looked up at her slightly without moving my head, so that my pupils tilted upwards.

[i]"Yes."

I widened my eyes, lowered my head slightly ashamed. Nobody had called me a friend since elementary school. It was an indescribably beautiful feeling that spread relatively quickly in my body.

I grabbed my left chest, wrinkled my shirt, just couldn't believe it. A smile crossed my face - briefly.

[i]I only heard Tobi screaming happily, stretching his arms up and hugging me. I looked at him slightly shocked. His mask touched my cheek while I squinted my right eye. It wasn't really pleasant to be cuddled by a masked boy who kept pushing his mask up and down my cheek that felt like plastic, but it happily changed my mind. It felt like I had finally - after all these years - made friends.

[i]"Sakura-chan's friend is also Tobi's friend.", he called out childlike.

I really couldn't believe he was part of Hidan. Apparently, it may have been, because of his character. Usually I liked him, but when he was friends with Hidan, I couldn't get close to him either, in a friendly way.Since the beginning of the school year, I found him quite funny, he was just a nice guy.

[i]"Hey Tobi. You are hugging Sasuke almost to death." Accordingly, Sakura pushed him away slightly so that I could move free again. I thanked her inwardly. I looked up at her again. She let go of me, put me back on the chair and left a confused Tobi. "What's up with Sakura-chan? Tobi just wanted to say hello to his new friend.", He moaned. Sakura laughed out loud. How I loved her laugh, it was so beautiful and soulful.

[i]Tobi pouted, sat down opposite us - at an empty table. He crossed his arms, but under his mask I couldn't see what his expression looked like. I assumed he was sulking.

[i]"Sasuke, would you like to go to a party of one of my best friends tonight - after school - with me?" I turned to her and stared at her in disbelief. "W-what? M-do you mean me?" I hesitated, I didn't come across well at parties. But there was a hopeful look on her face that I couldn't resist and just said yes. I was so dumb. How could I have acted recklessly? I could hardly say no, because otherwise she only took me for a philistine and rejected me. I sighed inwardly. What did I get myself into?

After school

I was at home. I quickly went into the room, threw my backpack in the nearest corner and ran to my closet. I opened it excitedly, rummaged in my things and looked for something suitable for tonight. I got nervous. Let's see if I had something too. It occurred to me how seldom I went shopping. I only had clothes for school, but for parties? Not even one. I crouched down, possibly looking under - in the lower part of the closet - clothes for the upcoming evening. Nothing.Then I looked at the clock that was hanging over my bed - in the corner, next to the window. “Is this party supposed to start at eight o'clock?” Even though it was only two noon, all my hopes of still having chances with Sakura passed. I just dressed too stuffy and boring.

"What party?" Said a voice suddenly at the door. I quickly closed the closet door and looked at my brother. Yes, I had an older brother, he was 20 years old and looked almost exactly like me. Only he had a little longer hair, which he always tied in a braid. He went by the name Itachi. It used to be in the exact same high school I was in today. Still, there was always something different between us. I was always the one in his shadow. At that time he was also father's favorite. In high school he was popular too, and so to speak, the opposite of me. I had always been jealous of him back then and spent the night munching through the nights so my father could see that I was just as good - if not, better - than my brother.

[i]Since our parents' accident, he has lovingly cared for me. As a result, I only realized that there was more important than being popular. My brother was all that was left to me. He was a role model for me. My brother.

[i]He stood in a casual posture - arms crossed, leaning against the door frame - at the door. "Um ... nothing." I looked embarrassed elsewhere. I didn't want to let him know that I was invited to a party. But it was too obvious to be nothing. Finally, he stood up sincerely again and came to meet me. He grabbed my chin, carefully turned my head, and forced me to look into his eyes. I had to admit, he was really good at that.

[i]"Sasuke. I'm your brother. You can tell me everything. You know that I won't tell you anything more.", he promised me. Its sound sounded pretty convincing that I finally gave in and cleared my throat.Immediately he let go of me, indicating that I was coming to speak. Itachi just knew me too well for me to be able to hide anything from him.

[i]I told him that I was invited to a party by a friend. He examined me and then smiled. I bowed my head, also telling him that I couldn't find any suitable clothes, which seemed very embarrassing to me.

[i]"But Sasuke. Why didn't you come to me right away?" I abruptly raised my head and looked at my brother. I didn't quite understand. To follow he leaned over to me, gently took off my glasses, so that I saw everything only blurred and squinted my eyes. An uncomfortable feeling when everything was blurred. Again I opened my eyelids and tried to see something. I felt my way forward, just felt helpless, where I hit nowhere. Itachi held me tight so I wouldn't fall off.

[i]"B-but brother. What are you doing there?" I asked, slightly anxious.

[i]Out of the blue, Itachi led me to my bed and pushed me down. Now I was sitting on my bed, I didn't know what that was about. He ordered me not to move. Of course, as if I could, I thought to myself. Shortly afterwards he disappeared and after a short time reappeared in my room, in front of me. He was holding something in his hands, a package, which I didn't really recognize that well. But suddenly Itachi pressed me on the bed, lay down on top of me so that I waved my arms around helplessly. "I-itachi, what are you doing with me?"

[i]"Trust me," he whispered tame. I swallowed once when I was uncomfortable with what he was doing to me. Still, I nodded and continued to lie on my bed. So Itachi went down from me, knelt - next to me - apparently on the floor and pulled my eye down slightly. "Don't blink," he ordered absently. I stared at the ceiling of my room, I just did what he told me.Suddenly something slipped into my eye, I didn't know what it was, but it helped. I could see clearly again in one eye. My pupils tilted to the right - toward Itachi. "Contact lenses? You know I hate these things," I said grimly, which wasn't entirely true.

[i]Itachi gave a short laugh, apparently knowing what the real reason was. But he said nothing about it, gave me the same thing in the other eye. Contact lenses. After he finished, I blinked a few times. I looked at Itachi in amazement. "Thank you.", I thanked me quietly.

"So, now to your clothes." He clapped his hands once, rubbing them together with a sure grin of victory. Again I had to swallow if I had no idea what he was going to do with me. Nevertheless, I followed his suggestion. He had a taste for clothes, I had to admit that. So he got up again and left my room, telling me as he walked that I should follow him.

As it turned out, we got to his room. He had already opened his closet and I hadn't even got to his room. He rummaged around in it and picked out the right clothes for me. It's lucky that we were of the same stature. Okay, he was a bit more toned than me, but the size was the same.

[i]“Dear brother, I've found something for you here.” He held out a black cap, a black sweater, a blue-brown mixed scarf and gray-black - that were shaped in large checks - wide pants. I was amazed. I wondered what the end result was like. I looked skeptical at first, but then I took the things and disappeared into my room. I quickly took off my current clothes and put on Itachi's with anticipation.

When I got home, I called out that I was home. But nobody answered me. I sighed and left my bag in the hallway because I wouldn't do my homework anyway.Apparently the two were working. But I was wrong. Pain came out of the kitchen with a cereal bowl and ran to meet me. "Hello Sakura, how was your day today?" Pain asked me curiously. I replied that he was good and planned to go to the room. But he didn't want to let up and keep squeezing me. I thought what that was all about if he just wanted to hold me out like he had something to hide from me.

He set his bowl down at a small round table - which was in the hallway. As a result, he approached me and put a finger under my chin. “You know how I hate it when you want to run away from me.” Although I had no idea what he wanted from me, in spite of everything he scared me. He was worse than Hidan. Worse still, I lived with him under the same roof and he might soon be my father.

"No pain. Let me go. I just want to lie down now. I'm tired." I tried my best to sound convincing. It worked, he bought it from me and left me alone for the rest of the day.

After the incident, I quickly went to my room and locked myself in, in case he showed up again, to see if I was in bed and was still lying. No, it was a complete lie. It was a white lie. Now, however, I turned to my closet