Lies and Truths.
One.
Sunday, March 28th.
I'll always remember the first time I met you. It's just something I can't erase from my memory, you changed my life in so many different ways.
That time, at first, when you hated me, I wouldn't give up, I was determined to win your heart. And in the end, I did win, and I'll never forget that.
Sunday, June 3rd 2008.
The sun was hot today. I could feel the dampness of my t-shirt stuck to me like glue. I cursed my brother for being an asshole, and the sun for being so stupidly hot.
"Is there something wrong with your room?"
I looked around at the large empty space. The walls were grey, the carpet was dark blue and there was an ensuite.
"It's fine." I said putting down the two boxes I was holding, he hadn't even bothered asking to carry one.
"Well then," He sighed, "They'll bring your stuff in now, just tell them where you want everything."
With that he turned and made his way downstairs to the two trucks worth of furniture and the rest of his junk. Through the large window I saw him talk to one of the guys he hired to help move in our stuff. When it comes to business my brother is nothing but serious, even brutal sometimes. For twenty-three he was well organized and smart. But, when it came to things like, "Brotherly bonds" and "Women" he was a dick and an absolute player.
I opened one of the boxes and peeled off my t-shirt and replaced it with a clean one. I held the damp mess in my hand wondering where I was suppose to put it. I realized with a start, an eighteen year old really can't separate from his mother in just a week.
"He'll just have to move in with you Itachi." My father said.
We were all sat around the dinner table, discussing my future.
"It's out of the question that he stays by himself." My mother said almost hysterical.
I hated this. Every time we had these stupid 'Family meetings' everybody spoke as if I weren't there. I sighed, completely bored. I slouched farther back in my chair, my arms crossed and my gaze glued to the dining room clock.
"I don't mind, but as you know, with my promotion, I have to move to Hiroshima. I planned on going by plane and paying a truck company to drive all my things to my new house."
I glanced at my mother, her eyes grew bright with proud, like every time that bastard mentioned the word 'promotion'.
"Well, we'll look into the colleges there are there, even if it is late, with Sasuke's results it shouldn't pose to much of a problem." My father sat back in his chair, content with his new plan.
I for one, just realized what he was implying.
"Hold on a minute," I said sitting up, "Don't I get a say in any of this?" I felt my neck heat.
"Sasuke," My mother said, "With the drama you caused us last weekend, no, I do not think you have a say in this." Her voice was full of disappointment.
I couldn't help but snicker, "That vase was ugly anyway."
"So that gives you the right to vomit in it?" She stood up and pointed a finger at me, "Do you know how much that vase cost your grandmother?"
"Mikoto," My dad put a hand on my mother's shoulder, "We went over this already."
She sighed and sat back down.
"But Sasuke, that was not the first time you came home drunk, being sick in your mother's vase was crossing the line," He looked at Itachi, they nodded, "You are to move in with Itachi in Hiroshima for the next year or so. The time your mother and I finish our travels."
"But what about my friends?" I said angrily.
"Oh Sasuke, how many girls have you brought into this house? I'm sure you won't have many problems making friends." My mother said.
It was my turn to stand up, "So you're just going to make me move to the other side of the country and live with that asshole?" I pointed at Itachi.
"First of all, it's only a three and a half hour flight, and I believe I will give you the privacy and accommodations that you require to live the year or so more without mummy and daddy." Itachi smiled venomously.
"Fuck you, I wasn't talking to you." I retorted.
"Sasuke!" My mother cried.
"That's enough," My dad stood up and took me by the arm, "Come with me."
He dragged me out into the hall, as we passed the table I saw my mother shake her head covering her face with her hand, Itachi sat there expressionless.
Once he shut the door to the dining room, he turned to look at me, "You're going to Hiroshima whether you like it or not. Your mother and I are leaving next week to Europe, make sure that, during that week, you pack everything you need and apologize to your mother and brother. Is that clear?"
I felt like a three year old. I was at least a head taller than my dad, and I could have easily shrugged off the loose grip he had on my arm. But my dad was my dad. The only person in this family I had any respect for.
"Is it?" He shouted.
"Yes!" I shouted back.
"Good. Now get out of my sight."
I turned and headed up the stairs into my room where I furiously took out my Ipod from my jacket pocket, stuffed in the earphones, turned the volume up 100% and selected New Faith by Slayer.
An hour and a half later, my bed, desk and shelves were put in place and my room started to look more or less, like my room. My sleek black electric guitar sat comfortably on its stand in the far corner. My room wouldn't be my room without it.
The house my brother bought was a small two bedroom palace. The living room, dining room and kitchen were full of rich colors, expensive carpets and posh lights. I was putting away my CD collection when Itachi came into my room with a few more stuff of mine.
"That's it," My back was turned, I couldn't be bothered to acknowledge him, "What's that?" He came up behind me and took the CD of Iron Maiden I was about to arrange on one of the shelves in alphabetical order.
"Iron Maiden." He snickered and gave the CD back.
"I wouldn't laugh if I were you, you listen to 80s disco." Asshole. I put the CD in its correct place.
He was silent for a minute, I turned to see him staring at me with utmost disgust, "I received an e-mail from the Advanced Institute of Science and Technology. Classes start on September 15th, they'll send you a letter regarding the things you'll need."
Wow, what a warm congratulations.
I turned my back and tended to my CD's once more. Completely ignoring him. A few seconds later I heard my door close.
