Title:Music
Author:ButterflyWingsFromHell
Summary:Sasuke, and introverted violinist, was from a very young age, overshadowed by his elder brother, who also played the violin at the level of a prodigy. After his brother's suicide, all those stresses and difficulties fell onto Sasuke's 14 year old shoulders. Now, at age eighteen, the age his brother was at the time of his death, Sasuke is losing both his will to live and his will to play. But after a meeting a blonde clarinet player at a rehersal for a classical quintet, he's not so sure that it's his will to live, as much as it is, his grip on his emotions.
Characters:Sasuke(Violin), Naruto(Clarinet), Lee(Cello), Hinata (Flute), Gaara (Piano), and mentions of Itachi.
Rating:T, might go up in later chapters.
Note:This is in an AU.
Warning:Yaoi, boy-love, shounen-ai. Don't like, don't read.
Disclaimer:If I honestly owned Naruto, a good portion of the time would be spent with Naruto and Sasuke... without clothes... In the bathouse... DAILY. But sadly, they belong to Masashi Kishimoto. Oh well, I guess I'll have to deal with awesome fanfiction.
Prologue:
The day Itachi had taken a flying leap off of the Australia Opera house, was a sad, sad day for the Uchiha family.
And an even sadder day for the musical community.
They didn't care all too much that a person was dead, all they cared about, was the money that they were no longer going to be making.
And 14 year old Sasuke saw through all of their simple facades and acts, as they spoke to his parents, "We're so sorry."
But to him, all those faces read one thing as the mouths spoke another:
'Yeah, we're damn sorry that we couldn't make more money off of him before he chickened out in life.'
But Sasuke didn't care all too much about them.
All he cared about at this point, was that the one person he'd learnt everything from was gone, that one person who he'd trusted with everything...
Was not there.
Yes, the day Itachi took his flying leap, was a sad day for the Uchiha family, and an even sadder day for the musical community, but it was saddest for the younger brother, who had sat on his decesed brother's bed for three hours before said brother's funeral.
Saddest for the younger brother, who now had to take that place.
Itachi's place.
It would be near impossible, and it would take Sasuke four more years, but he would fill those shoes, as Itachi, as with all musicians...
Ended up forgotten, a distant memory of heavenly melodies and heart throbbing rhythms.
Sasuke never forgave society for forgetting his brother, forgetting the magic that those hands once created on the simple strings of one red oak violin.