A.N. So hey everyone, it's Yuuki here. I uploaded this almost a year ago, but I haven't really updated it. And when I tried to, it freaking wouldn't let me :/ So yeah, i'm uploading it again. I'm sorry about not updating my other story, 'Let's go mister dumpling', but I honestly don't know what to do next. I have a major writers block and most days I just don't feel like writing ]: Anyways, welcome to my new story, 'Welcome to Kenya, Africa'. Sorry if this chapter is short. I'll make the future ones longer. My original plan was to make it SasuHina. Buuuut I started to have second thoughts, and decided to throw some more.. male obstacles in there, just to make it a bit more interesting. Enjoy!
Standard disclaimers apply, by the way.
Tap. Tap. Fucking tap.
Sasuke was not a patient person. Patient was not a word to describe him, even on his good days. In fact, he was never a patient person. When he was younger, he was amazingly spoiled. He always got what he wanted, when he wanted. Always.
But it was expected from a child coming from the Uchiha clan. It did not help that they were one of the most prestigious and not to mention one of the richest families in Japan. The people of the Uchiha, especially the men, are generally very cool, calm, and attractive. Or so it looked like it, from the glamour-less lives of the average person.
However, this occasion left Sasuke simply frustrated. The sound of the tapping of his fingers took on a more tired and impatient beat. He was waiting at the Uchiha family doctor's office to get a couple of immunity shots.
And Sasuke just hated shots.
It was bad enough that his mother and father pre-planned some sort of…charity event in Africa without even asking for his insight. Of course, he would have said no, but that didn't matter to him. 'It'll teach you to be more thankful for your life. And besides, think of the publicity if the heir of the Uchiha clan were to go. It's a win-win situation for you Sasuke.' His mother was the one who had thought of the plan first. It was always her. His father agreed, as long as it brought more positive publicity directed on their clan.
Tch. Why don't they go if they think it's so easy? Win-win situation his ass.
So there he was, the almighty Uchiha Sasuke sitting in the waiting room of a doctor's office waiting to get his immunity shots. He was scared. But, of course, he would NEVER have admitted that to anyone, now would he?
"Sasuke? Uchiha Sasuke? It's your turn. Please follow me." A nurse said with a rather calm voice. He noticed her stealing glances at him and a soft blush on her cheek and nearly frowned. Mentally groaning, Sasuke stood up and followed the nurse down the white hall. She opened the door to a middle-aged Uchiha man with glasses that was testing the needle. Sasuke sat down on the patient's chair next to him and waited. His black eyes darted at the long needle, studying it. He tried not to twitch.
It was fucking HUGE.
"Now this will hurt a bit Sasuke-san, try not to squirm." The doctor said patiently. Hah. Him? Squirming? He MUST have been joking.
"Whatever, just get it over with." he scowled. He was cool. He is cool. He's Uchiha Sasuke, for God's sake!
The doctor disinfected his arm and carefully but steadily pushed the needle in. Sasuke had his usual 'whatever' look. The Uchiha doctor quickly put on a bandaid on the wound, announcing that he was done shortly after. Smirking, Sasuke stood up and went out the door.
"Later."
Once the door was closed, Sasuke wasted no time in expressing the pain of the shot by shooting out numerous amounts of cuss words.
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"How were the shots, Sasuke?" Mikoto asked a little too enthusiastically, a happy smile plastered on her elegant face. They were eating dinner at the dinner-table, his mother and father sitting right across from him. He was playing with his food more than eating it, sweeping a particular piece of broccoli across his plate and then back again with his fork. He hated eating his meals with his family. His mother was always too talkative for his liking.
"Hn."
"Oh, don't be like that Sasuke. Think about the poor little kids in Africa! Don't you want to help them?" Setting his fork down, he massaged his temple with his fingers, obviously not liking where this was going.
"Can't we just give them the goddamn money so they can leave us alone? I have better things to do than watch a couple of poor brats eat their food." Mikoto frowned at her son. Fugaku turned the page on his newspaper, pretending not to notice the situation.
"Like what, Sasuke? Sleeping with girls?" He stared at her blankly. But his mother knew she was right on track. "Don't even deny it. Your father and I found out about it. You're going on this trip to Africa tomorrow whether you like it or not." Her voice was low, he noted. Dangerously low.
"Whatever." He stood from his chair, pushing away the plate that was in front of him. Turning his back to his parents, he strolled up the stairs that led to his room. With a silent exhale, he took out his suitcase and roughly folded all his clothes into it, leaving the clothes that he would wear the next day on his desk.
Sighing, Sasuke collapsed on his bed and groaned while thinking about the idea of staying in Africa, of all places, for a few weeks.
Meanwhile, another 70 miles or so away, Hyuga Hinata smiled; excited for the trip to Africa the next day.
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