Disclaimer:
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto or the other characters. If I did, there'd be lots
and lots and lots of Naruto/Sasuke,
Kakashi/Iruka, Neji/Gaara and Shika/Shino sex.
Summary:
When past and present collide, how do you tell one from the other?
Sasuke moves to Konoha from New York City
to run Uchiha Inc. after Itachi
murders their family. Little does Sasuke know,
he's about to learn more about his family history
than anyone had ever known.
Warnings:
Yaoi, hardcore, bondage, D/s play, masturbation,
romance and possibly love. Yay.
Collision, Chapter One
Do you ever feel like your life is a waste? Like you're sitting there, in your chair, wasting away? Do you ever feel like, if you died that no one would care? That's exactly how I feel. Today. Yesterday. Everyday. I just feel like my life isn't worth shit.
I guess if I'm going to complain to you, I should at least tell you who I am. My name is Uchiha Sasuke and I am the last of my family. And, I do mean the last. My brother – if I can be permitted to call a psychopathic, homicidal lunatic a brother – murdered everyone. Save myself. And, in return, I murdered him. Nice little circle of death, don't you think? Thus, I am the last remaining of a once rich and powerful family.
I can trace my genealogy pretty far back into Japanese culture. Back, in fact, to the time of ninjas. And, since we're talking about ninjas I should probably tell you this fun little tidbit: Everything that has happened to my direct family happened once in the past to my indirect family. It would appear, that way back in the day, there had been a family with a mother and father – naturally – who just happened to be named Mikoto and Fugaku. It is strange, because those were my parent's names. Mikoto and Fugaku had two sons – are you picking up on why this is so strange yet? If not, here's a bigger clue: their sons were named Sasuke – myself – and Itachi – the aforementioned homicidal lunatic, or my brother. It seems that the ancient Itachi has managed to acquire something solely known to my family, the Mangekyou Sharingan. The Sharingan is a blood trait that my family has passed down to only the most adept males. The Itachi I thought I knew and I both have it, however my Itachi and the ancient Itachi's versions were all screwed up – or maybe, they was just all screwed up. Note to self: If I ever have children, do NOT pass on the name "Itachi."
Anyway, the ancient Itachi murdered his family much in the way my Itachi murdered our family. It would seem that "both" Sasuke's survived. If this is what you call surviving, I'd rather be dead. Okay, I need to focus. I'm supposed to be complaining to you about my horrible life. Let's get back on track, shall we?
So, why do I feel like I'm the lowest person on the face of this Earth? Because I am. As I mentioned before, I am Uchiha Sasuke, the last and final Uchiha. I say final, because I'm gay and plan to have no children. What it means to be the last Uchiha is; at the ripe age of twenty-one years old, I am a multi-billionaire; I am the sole owner of Uchiha, Inc. and last but not least, I am the President and CEO of said company. Sounds fun, doesn't it? When my father was alive, he never intended for me to run the company. It has always been, "Itachi, come with me today. I want to show you how to run a business." Then, with a glare in my direction he would say, "Sasuke, get off of your lazy ass and do something today." How well I loved my father. What he didn't see, however, is that I was doing something. I was putting our family tree down on paper, trying to trace it as far back as I could and then, I was going to write a biography on each and every "important" member. Starting with the first male who inherited the Sharingan. I thought it would please him to see that I had taken up an interest in our family. On a side note: I kept finding mention of some blonde "dobe" whenever I found anything of the ancient Sasuke after the murder of his family. It never mentioned a name, but because the family continued, I assume that the "dobe" was a female. So much for the similarities between the former Sasuke and myself.
Naturally, when I got landed with the job of President and CEO, I was unprepared, completely, one-hundred percent unprepared. For all of it. Not for the amount of responsibility that I acquired, not for the life style it required and definitely not for the five-hundred bazillion mile move from my cozy little apartment in New York City to this HUGE mansion in some little tiny town just outside of Tokyo, Japan called Konoha. And when I say a huge mansion, I really do mean a huge mansion. This place is like its own little town. It has a main house and then like… ten little other "guest" houses. Apparently, it belonged to the ancient Sasuke's family… It creeps me out. When I walked into the main house, I swear I could hear screaming. Not to mention, the blood stains that my mind keeps putting on the floor, the walls, the ceiling even. Ugh. It is awful.
My first say here in Konoha was just over a month ago, and I've already decided that I hate it here. I never have time to do anything fun – not that there is anything fun to do here. I don't have any friends – not that I've tried to make any.
And there are girls. Yes, I understand that there are girls everywhere, but not like this. These girls are just… They're horrid, wretched, wicked little creatures! There's this one with pink hair who has decided that my name should be screamed at the top of her lungs at all hours of the day. Not to mention that since her name starts with an S and so does mine, we are destined for each other. Her logic is undeniable. I keep telling her to grow a penis and we'll talk. She thinks I'm making a joke. Please. I don't joke.
Then, there's this blond one. Oh, I can barely manage not to vomit in her presence. She is that horrid. One time, she tried to kiss me. I did throw up. She and her pink haired friend thought that I was sick and tried to take care of me. One of them actually made my cookies. Please, I don't eat sweets.
Even as I sit here and brood, I can hear them outside of my window, trying to peek past the black drapes. It's impossible. They were designed especially to keep people from being able to see in. I'm a genius, I know.
Today is my first day at the home office of Uchiha Inc. and I'm nervous as hell, although I'd never tell anyone that. But, my hands are shaking so badly that I can barely tie my tie. I had the same problem with my shoe laces. Ah well, my limousine has just pulled up and I must go and fight past the girls camping out on my porch. How they got past the gate, I will never know.
Let me know what you think. I'm going to keep writing this until its muse burns out, but I'd still like to know what you think. Point of view will change periodically.