Hi guys this my new naruto fanfic hopely you like...
Disclaimers: I don't own Naruto
Pairing: SasuNaru
The faint odor of alcohol reached the butler's nose as soon he entered his master's chamber. He frowned.
The curtains were pulled shut, and the flames flickering in the fireplace served as the room's only illumination, despite the bringht morning sun shining outside.
The faint firelight fell upon the master's canopied bed, which was empty. The butler noticed a figure lying on the couch that was set before the fire.
A bottle of brandy lay at its feet.
"Master Sasuke, have you been drinking again?" the butler asked the man sprawled out on the couch. "If you keep up these habits, it will simply be a matter of time before you descend into true alcoholism."
"I didn't call you in here to lecture me, old man."
A young man sat up on the couch and lazily ran his fingers through the raven hair tousled on his forehead.
This was Sasuke Uchiha, the young master of the estate.
The butler ignored his protest and drew open the curtians. Morning light flooded the room.
A huge garden spead out beyond the window, grand enough to require the hard work of 30 groundskeepers to maintian it. It was the middle of winter now and the landscape was brutally punctuated by evergreens. But while a profusion of flowers covered it in the spring, the garden was remarkably beautiful and remained so all the way through autumn.
Sasuke had sloppily wrapped a dressing gown over his pajamas. The red showing through the corners of his eyes proved that he was still drunk. The line of his jaw was perfect and his nose stright, his thin eyebrows arched intelligntly over his onyx eyes, clear as a sparkling summer lake. The word "noble" seemed to exist only so that it could describe him.
The young master turned to gaze meaningfully at the side table, frowning. The butler found himself following his master's eyes. An opened envelope lay atop the table.
"Bring me that letter," Sasuke ordered.
"You can do that much yourself, sir," the butler retorted, flatly refusing the order. Despite his servant's status, he was pround to have served Sasuke in the role of a parent for many years. He would not serve his master blindly.
Sasuke smirked at the butler's response.
"I suppose you think I'm taking advantage of you," he said.
"It's the alcohol that's making you demand such ridiculous things," the butler shot back.
Sasuke shrugged and reached toward the table. He took s photograph from the envelope and held it up for the butler to see. It was a picture of a young woman.
"Do you know who this is, old man?" he demanded.
Trying not reveal the shock he felt, the butler replied as calmly as he could, "She's quite an attractive young lady. Does she come from a good family?"
Sasuke opened the letter. "It's from a friend," he said conversationally. "He wrote something very interesting here, I think you should hear it,"
And he began to read:
"Dear Sasuke,
I'm writing to you to confirm some gossip I've heard in certian circles. The name of the person you see in the enclosed photograph is Lady Sakura, the daughter of Earl Haruno. She's now 19 years old,"
"I'm afraid I don't see what's so interesting_,"the butler began.
"It's this next part," Sasuke interruped, continuing his reading. "She's to be engaged to Lord Uchiha in May of this year. Everyone is talking about how there will be an extravagant wedding ceremony and the two will become society's leading couple within the year. There are only about 200 people in England with the title of lord, so when I heard the name Uchiha, I though of you Sasuke, I would like very much to get the derails from you,"
It was currently February, three months before the supposed engagement.
"You're just being difficult, Master Sasuke. Didn't you know all about it?" the butler out.
He must have throught it best to keep the matter a secret until now.
"I just found out!" Sasuke yelled back. "Now I'm completely sober again. and I don't remember argreeing to any such thing, I assure you,"
In a naked display of anger, he tore the letter up and hurled it into the fire. The flames burned it to ash in seconds.
"That may well be, you never recall any of the thing we discuss." the butler said dryly.
Sasuke was speechless at the butler's easy admission of his involvelment in the plot.
The butler continued. "I didn't expect you to accept the idea quietly simply because we had discussed it, so I kept it hidden from you."
"Well I'm sorry I spoiled your plan," Sasuke said sarcastically. "Thankfully, I have friends who keep me informed."
The image of a man with long raven-hair floated into the butler's mind. The man showed up from time to time at the manor, a friend od bad influence from Sasuke's school days. His name was Hyuuga Neji, a reporter for a third-rate newspaper.
"But aren't you forgetting something important, Master Sasuke? According to your father's will, if you are not married by your 26th birthday, the entire estate, includeing the fortune, well be transferred to your cousin. Master Tobi,"
Sasuke's parent had died in an automobile accident when he was 20, and he had inherited the title of Lord from his father. Like the former British Empire which had rule the world, the English aristocracy in the 20th century had nearly collapsed, surrendering its territories abroad to property and estate taxes. But during that time, generations of Uchiha had invested thier vast estates, founded a company, and steadily increased thier fortunes. After his parent's death, his father's will left the compay in the hands of relatives, an indication of the old man's unseasiness over Sasuke's was also the provision that if Sasuke didn't marry by the time he was 26, the entire fortune would be transferred to his cousin.
"I don't have any interest in managing the compay," Sasuke said stubbornly. "Everyone's done exactly what they've wanted to do up till now, so why should the future be any different?"
"Are you sure about what you're saying?" the butler asked incredulously. "Master Sasuke, all the time you've been throwing your money around, have you ever earned any yourself? You could never live as a poor man."
"Tobi is a good man, he would support me," Sasuke insisted.
"What are you saying?" the butler asked. "Is that what you want? Your father drove himself mad over you. His will is his last message to you, telling you to start taking on the responsibilities of a nobleman_"
"I'm sorry to interrupt, old man, but..."
Sasuke held out his right hand in front of the butler, the whiter and elegant hand of a born aristocrat. On the middle finger rested a ring that cradled a clear blue stone. It was family heirloom, a blue diamond passed down from generation to genaration. He calmly pulled the ring off and tossed it to the old man.
Desperate to keep it from hitting the floor, the butler caught the ring and then went pale. "This...this is a forgery!" he gasped. "What's happened to the real one? Please tell me you haven't lost it!"
"I gave it to some woman two years ago," Sasuke said, almost negligently.
"I trust you know what that means," the butler choked.
"Yeah, just one of this framily's stupid traditions," Sasuke answered, bored. "When the ring that's been handed down for generation is given away, it signals my imminent engagement."
"Who did you give it to?" the butler inquired.
"A young woman living in the bad part of London," Sasuke announced.
He might have simply given it to a girl selling flowers in the street. It was not beyond him.
he old man became despondent. But this was no time to give up.
"It's just as you say, Master Sasuke," he said. "No one would blame you for putting an end to a tradition that's past its time. So you can still marry the Lady Sasukura,"
Sasuke sneered and turned away.
"Master Sasuke!"
The young master sighed. "Relax, old man. I'll get married, just as my fsther wanted. But i'm not marrying some aristocrat's daughter whose only interest is philanthropy. I'll chose my partner myself."
"Master Sasuke, that will never do," the butler remarked.
"Why not?" Sasuke demanded.
"The girl's family has already accepted the offer," the butler confessed.
"We'll pretend we didn't hear back," Sasuke grow;ed.
"Master Ssasuke!"
Looking tired, Sasuke again held up a hand to cut the old man off. He turned his onyx eyes away and did not look at the butler again.
Unwilling to sully the master's mood any futher, the butler remained silent.
"Anyway, prepare my thing for an immediate departure," Sasuke finally said.
ere will you be going, sir?" the butler inquired.
Sasuke smiled cheerfully, "London. I'm going to find my fiancee,"
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