A/n: Okay so if you're reading this, It means that I've finally placed my other idea out. This has been on my mind for awhile so I decided let's just see what others think.

How the idea came about.

One Sunday morning I was pulled out of bed and was told to clean the house. I cleaned the house, did school work, ate dinner and went to bed. And the next Sunday, I swear, the exact same thing happened. And I realized that this was my Sunday morning routine. I clean, did homework, ate dinner and went to bed. It was boring. Not to mention my daily routine. I got up, went to school , did work, talk to friends, went home, do homework, eat dinner and go to bed and wake up the next day , doing the exact same thing.

Then I realized, we don't really have control over our lives, not much actually. (I bet most people already figured that out,*nervous laughter* hehee... sorryI'm a bit slow.)Life was set in a way that it kinda controls us. I mean I wouldn't go to school, but then again, It's life and I had to.

So this is for all the people who long for something interesting to be thrown in their lives, so interesting that it changes your daily routine and you forever.

The Gods Must Be Bored

Sasuke's P.O.V

The alarm went off at seven in the morning…like it always does. And as usual, I would slam down on it really hard, hoping it would break from the impact, but as always, it never does.

Like every morning, I would drag myself from bed and slowly made my way to the bathroom. There, I would spend an approximated fifteen to twenty minutes; doing the usual stuff; checking my face for pimples, taking a shower, gelling my hair and checking it over… twice, to ensure that it was just right.

And as usual, I would always be the last one to arrive at the dining table. Itachi was always there, sipping on a hot cup of coffee and reading the daily newspaper. I would throw myself into the chair, because my breakfast was always ready.

"Morning." Itachi would say and I would nod to acknowledge him.

"Where's dad?" I asked. This was a question I asked each morning, even though I already knew the answer, but I asked anyway. The question was so used and worn out that it no longer held the real emotions of curiosity and concern like it once did, but was instead now plain and monotonous. I asked because it was the natural thing to do. I was so use to it that it just slipped off my tongue like nothing.

And as usual, Itachi would take one last sip of his coffee and fold his newspaper before answering.

"He left early." He would start. "He…

"-has business to attend to." I would finish his sentence with him and he would raise his right brow at me and flicked at my forehead.

He got up from the table, moving to stand by me. "Be ready in…"

"In ten." I said along with him. "I know." This was how life had become. It was so sequential that I could anticipate each word and the thoughts of those around me. He chuckled to himself. Maybe he too has realized how predictable our lives were becoming.

I always got ready in that ten minutes and Itachi would drive me to school. And we would always reach minutes before eight. And before leaving me to go for the teacher's lounge, he would say the same thing.

"See you in classes."

And I would grunt in response; and he would smile and call me back for something and then he would flick at my forehead with that index finger of his, and I would jump away from him; embarrassed; searching around to check if anyone saw.

Itachi was a teacher here at Konoha High. He taught History, Literature and Biology and he made sure that I was in all his classes. He was a genius and also over qualified for the job. The principal was even scared to hire him, he begged saying that he just wanted to watch over his little brother.

Sometimes when I thought about it I would get angry, because he was treating me like a child and then another feeling would come…Respect. I admired him for doing that…Not like I'd ever tell him that though, he was already way over his head.

And Like every morning, I would make my way to class. And girls would always flock me and boys would always hate me.

I was a perfect student; always early, got straight As, never did anything bad and out of the ordinary, an honour student and future president of the student council. I was a teacher's dream and school mates' nightmare.

Many were jealous of me because they claimed that I had everything that a man could wish for and got everything that I wanted; jealous because I was an Uchiha, popular, handsome and rich. I personally found it silly, because having all those traits only bugged me.

Being an Uchiha, made people like me for just that, nothing else; Liked me to get to my father, but I didn't have a father; just his name, because I only saw this supposed father once every month; the most; They treated me differently, but I didn't want that. I just wanted to fit in. Being popular annoyed the hell out of me, because girls were always throwing themselves at me; being handsome called too much attention to myself and being rich only made me miserable.

They thought being wealthy meant everything, but the day I could buy my mother back to life, that would be the day I'd believe that.

But despite everything, I had friends; a perfect group of friends actually. There were twelve of us. A great number; it could be divided perfectly by two. It was a great mixture of us; both boys and girls. They were all smart; some to an extent. Some were quiet and rather to listen, while some were loud and talkative. They were talented; both academic and athletic. It was just a perfect group. We all had our differences, yet we had enough similarities to be friends.

But every day I went to school, it was just the same old, same old stuff. I found myself praying for something interesting to happen. And that's when you know it's bad; when you start praying. I prayed…a fight, a bombing, an accident, a criminal to take over the school… for Pete's sake! Just something to disrupt the normal routine of life, which was getting rather old and boring if you asked me.

I was so fed up of the familiar everyday occurrence that I tried killing myself once, just so that I could see the shock, the horror; that anger; the sadness; just to see a change of emotions around here. Everyone's face was just too plain and unexciting… and it was getting to me. I got what I wanted for a while, life was disrupted, but I ended up going to therapy for a month. Then the doctor realized that nothing was wrong with me and then I stopped doing therapy, then life went back to being ordinary.

I was seriously going crazy though…Because then I started to think stuff like, if I was a god I'd… Let's just say that I'd do tons of extreme stuff.

It must be lame being a god though. They're just sitting up there on their behinds, watching us , puny humans get up and do the same things…everyday. Didn't they get bored of us?

I wonder what they did for fun. Was there a stereo up there blasting and video games? Were they having some wild ass party up there to not realize how boring this life down here was getting?

What the hell are you guys waiting on to throw something interesting in my life uh? Don't you see I'm literally dying from boredom? I mentally questioned these supposed supreme beings.

Itachi brought me home as usual. It was little after five in the afternoon and we both got ready for dinner. When we got down, dad was there…Surprise… surprise…

We sat around the table and began to eat…in silence.

I knew exactly how this was going to play out. First, dad was going to ask me how I've been.

"So, how have you been Sasuke?"

Told you he would.

And I would always use the same answer.

"Fine."

Then he would switch from me and then to Itachi and ask him the same question and Itachi would go into a rant on how interesting it was to teach children and when he was finished he would ask dad about his business trips and they would just talk and talk and I would pretend as if I was listening; nodding when appropriate and responding when necessary.

Yep! This was how it went all the time. It was like my life was stuck on replay…and it was making me sick and dizzy…and weary.

When dinner was done, the maid removed the dishes and Itachi and I remained seated; because no one moved or breathed unless Fugaku Uchiha gave them permission to.

"There are going to be some changes around here." He announced after some moment of silence. I released a breath of air that I was unaware I was holding in.

Changes?

I did a mental scan of everything dad ever said, but this file could not be found. Changes was definitely a new folder.

I looked at dad indifferently, despite the curiosity boiling over below my mask; because no one showed unnecessary emotions before Fugaku unless permission was granted to do so.

"Changes?' Itachi dared to question dad. He was the only one who could.

"You remember Minato right, my business partner."

"Yes. Mr. Namikaze , your friend?" Itachi placed an emphasis on the word friend, because he knew that hated such words. In the business industry everyone was your enemy dad would say, but maybe this man was his friend; a real one.

"Y-Yeah." Dad mumbled, but if I had told him that he would have slapped the colour off my skin, because Uchihas didn't mumble. So dad whispered…yes. That sounded like a safer word.

"They were murdered; he and his wife." He said slowly.

"What!" Itachi's voice filled with concern, confusion and hidden anger. "Why would anyone want to kill such peaceful persons?"

"It turns out that the murderers had no motives, nothing was removed; so it wasn't a robbery, so investigators concluded that it was an accident, wrong victims…They were just at the wrong place at the wrong time."

"An accident! That's terrible!" Itachi raised his voice now; anger no longer hidden.

I was just plain confused.

"Who's Minato?" I asked and what the hell does he have to do with these changes I've been hearing about? I thought.

They both turned to face me as if they had forgotten that I was sitting there.

"You don't know Minato Namikaze…Dad is always talking about him…showing us pictures of when they were younger…We've met him before, but you were probably too young to remember…He's always travelling, so that's why we don't get to see them much, but he was a good man and dad's good friend, best buds…"

Really? I arched my brow. That just goes to show that I didn't listen to half the crap that dad talked about.

"So what about their son?" Itachi asked out of the bloom. "How is he taking it?" he questioned dad.

"Minato had originally signed him over to his god father, but he died and I was second in line…So I am now his legal guardian."

I sat there dumb stricken as dad and Itachi went on and on about this new kid. Who was he?

"- So where is he now?" Itachi asked.

"I had a car pick him up; He had some last business to take care of. He's supposed to be arriving soon." Dad checked his watch. "Just about now?"

Arriving?

There was a knock at the door. "Sorry to interrupt sir." We looked to the maid. "But he has arrived."

Dad smiled. Well I could have sworn it was one… "Let him in."

The maid disappeared from the doorway and soon a small boy came to stand in her previous position.

Small; because he was a bit shorter than I was. A bit timid looking too; his shoulders hung. His eyes were focused on the floor, not once looking up at us. He had bright blonde hair, the brightest I'd ever seen, one that could light up any dark day. It was ragged and wild; uncombed and his skin was tanned; proof that he wasn't from around here, where the sun rarely showed its face.

Clad in an orange, baggy jump pants, he stood in the doorway; a black t-shirt and a sapphire gemmed necklace around his neck and his orange jacket hanging from his shoulder.

Dad got up and walked him over to us; his eyes still on the floor.

"I'm your new care taker, Fugaku Uchiha and…"

" -I know, my dad spoke highly of you…" he cut dad's sentence short; his voice a soft whisper. Was this kid crazy? No one cuts dad's sentences short. I remembered what happened to the last guy that cut dad's sentence short…Actually, I don't remember, but let's just say we haven't seen or heard from him since.

Dad paused as if in recollection and then smiled. What the hell? He just cut him short, wasn't he going to put him in his place?

Tsh. Probably going easy on him because his parents died.

"These are my sons, Itachi, the older and Sasuke."

That's when his eyes came from the floor to meet ours. They were blue. The prettiest blue one has ever seen. They were deep and unnatural. They seem to hold so many truths, stories, adventures and joy and happiness and feelings and emotions…out of the ordinary…not like dad's or Itachi's or my friends…his eyes were different… and I liked them. I liked his eyes.

"You'll be staying with us from now on. Hope you don't mind-"

"Most definitely not…Thank you…Mr. Fugaku …Uchiha …sir." He scratched the back of his head. It seemed as if dad made everyone nervous. Dad tapped him on the shoulder.

"You can call me Fugaku..." Dad smiled down on him. How much as it been, three times already! Something was different.

"Okay, Mr…u-mm I mean Fugaku…sir." Dad laughed heartily. Uh? I could sense it. I wasn't able to tell what dad was going to do next. I could feel it…I could feel the change coming.

He suddenly turned to face Itachi and me, and it threw us off guard because he had this wide smile on his face. The grin was so broad it showed all his pearly whites, you would never be able to tell that he had lost his parents.

"Hi, I'm Naruto Uzumaki and you better believe it!"

Itachi smiled and I raised my brow in interest. I soon found myself staring up…pass the ceiling…My prayers finally answered. What happened? To cause such sudden change…

I smiled to myself. Finally, the gods must be bored.

A/n: So there it is. Just a short little introductory chapter.

Please leave a review, to tell me if it's interesting or not. If I get no reviews, I won't continue, but if I do,I will. Simple as that. But that would be after I'm finished with Chances Are and Who Says Opposites Attract, which would probably be for a while. But I just wanted to get this idea off my mind…so there it is.

Review away. Constructive criticisms are welcomed as well.

~Angel-Chan~