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Something about the pounding of rain against the roof his car made Sasuke philosophical. It was on rainy days like this, when the sky was dull grey and air thick and misty, that made Sasuke wonder about the greater meaning of the universe and if there was in fact a higher power. He thought of things like life, death, and why the gods, if they truly existed, seemed to despise him so very much.

That's not to say that Sasuke had a very hard life, in fact he lived a very privileged life. He was of the average upper-class status and son of a wealthy business man. Fugaku Uchiha, the CEO of Sharingan Home Land Security, his father, and head of one of the wealthiest families on the country. As a wealthy business man's son, Sasuke was treated as most rich kids were, he was spoiled rotten. He received everything and anything he could have ever wanted. That included the vert best school's, even if that mean sending him half way across the world to attend them, the best cloths, the phoniest friends, and the most bogus fan club followings.

Sasuke could have had anything he could have ever wanted at the snap of manicured fingers. So why, prat tell, was he stuck at the age of twenty-one, all ready a grad studet twice over, working a swank coffee house near Konoha College campus called Café Loki. That was were his life became slightly complicated.

Unlike most rich kids, or exactly like most rich kids- he wasn't sure- Sasuke, was a parent at the age of sixteen. He'd gotten pregnant at the age of fifteen and in order for his family to save face he was sent away to an institute for defected teens by his father. It was there that he gave birth to a beautiful little boy; his son Jaden. That was his sole reason for driving down the rain drenched high-way at ten in the morning, frantic because he was late coming into work, yet again and desperate to avoid any more speeding violation tickets.

Jaden; his baby boy, his son, his world. His child, who at one year old was taken away from him by his own parents who claimed full custody because Sasuke was still too young to claim him. His father had wanted to put Jaden up for adoption as soon as he was born, but his mother after seeing his precious grandsons face for the first time. And since Sasuke was still only a minor and unable to state legal claim of his son he parents would be awarded legal custody of Jaden until he came home.

Fugaku had admonished Sasuke to work as heard he could and finished High school and attend college and get his PhD, using his son as collateral; Sasuke would not be awarded legal custody of Jaden until he finished school with a degree, no sooner and no later. Sasuke never actually hated his father till then.

But he had kept his promise, only out of the love for his precious son and the feat that Fugaku would in keep his word and never allow Sasuke full custody. He had finished high school in a boarding school in Scotland, one year early and was valedictorian. He had attend college as a full on honor student and lived on campus the first year at Konoha University, not the best college but it was te closest to home and couldn't stand being too far from Jaden. In the meantime Jaden lived with his parents in Konoha, he visited every weekend, on vacations and when ever he could. He feared he'd forget his face.

Now he all needed was one more year of this hell, and just a little more savings and finally he would have his son. He had to have his son.

It was days like this when the weather turned into a hot bowl of humid crap that Sasuke was glade he had a car. His thin hoodie offered little protection against the slanted rain, now pounding with vengeful intent as soon as he parked, and made a mad dash for the Café front door. Chouji, head chef and his boss stood at the register, his apple cheeks upturning as Sasuke dashed through around the sparsely populated tables and through the swinging back doors- his hoodie held at arms length, dripping with rain water.

"You're late."

Sasuke managed to look both sincerely apologetic and soggy as he rung the sleeves of his soaking hoodie in the employee back sink. Chouji's naturally tender expression became one of friendly sympathy and he took Sasuke's hoodie from him and began ringing the other sleeve. Sasuke allowed him to take it.

"Sorry. I had a-long weekend."

A long weekend indeed; all weekend he was forced to sit through lecture after lecture from his damnable father about his grade point average. He had been foolish enough to bring up custody discussions and had suffered greatly for it. After all this he was exhausted, mentally and emotionally and all he wanted to was to go back and cuddle his son.

Chouji didn't skip a beat and hung the damp sweater on a heater. Sasuke always had long weekends, long tiring weekends that left him absent minded and more moody then usual for days. He was always fine by the end of the week, even upbeat, anxious for the weekend. But after wards...Chouji sighed.

"I already clocked you in, so don't worry about it."

"Chouji..." the he breathed, the other waved him away dismissively.

"Just get to the front and start busting tables before my father knows your forty-five minutes late. Again."

Sasuke should his gratitude the only way how and gave the other man a long meaningful look. What Sasuke couldn't show with his facial features he spoke volumes with, with his eyes. Chouji waved him with a warm smile. Once he was gone he stared out at the fogged windows in the employee locker room. The rain had seemed to ease up once it was sure there was no Sasuke in the open to torture. Chouji really hated rainy days.

Monday night's are poetry nights in the infamous Café Loki. And poetry night always meant an in flux of emo's and beatniks with their bongos crooning about the supremacist and conformists of the world. Sasuke hated Mondays.

Once he was relatively dry, Chouji had forced out him out of hiding behind the cash-register and bust tables in the center of the herd. A group of darkly dressed beatniks, sipping coffee and frapachino's from over sized ceramic mugs, waved him over as he passed and plucked the tightly drawn strings of his apron.

"Hey cutie." one girl crooned, her eyes bloated with atrocious rings of kohl and silver sparkles. "How about another round of cappuccino's."

Sasuke edged away from the table, the draw strings of his apron held in place by his hand. He felt a brush of a hand against his thigh and something heavy clink of what he assumed to be money in his apron pocket.

That was the only good thing that ever came from working Monday's at Loki, the tips were always good. Sasuke placed in the order obligingly, if begrudgingly and made another round before going to the back and dumping what tips he managed to get in his locker before going back out again. For once Sasuke didn't mind being acknowledge over his looks alone, it always worked for him tip wise.

The lights dimmed and the bongo's started as Sasuke walked out the locker room, retying his apron and the first set came on in dramatic vigor. A crowd of emo's had eagerly gathered around the raised platform/stage, there fingers snapping rhythmically to the poets soothing tempo. Sasuke would admit this poet had a way with swirling emotions that most sets lacked, and openly appreciated his skill, or at least tried until a another group called him over.

"Hey there sexy. How about you take a little break and come enjoy this set with me." one man beckoned, rubbing his lap as if warming it for him. His friends alongside him laughed and cooed at him, beckoning him over to their table.

Sasuke definitely hated Monday's.

End Prologue.