Sanctuary
Warnings: AU. Very dark and perhaps, not easily understood by all. Some het. Slash (meaning boy with boy in sexual relations.) Orochimaru (because really, he needs a warning label on him.) Language. Violence. Includes possible horror/gore.)Adult situations. (I won't give you details, I'm sure you'll work it out.) Suggestive dialogue and sexual content. (Due to the graphic nature of some scenes, an unedited and explicit version of this story will be posted elsewhere when required.) Un'beta'd!
OOC warning: Itachi will be as close to his character as I can make him. Sasuke (even as a child) will be portrayed with the same personality he had when he was older and not the cute, sweet little boy who loved his Nii-chan. Considering where Naruto gets his personality from, I figure he'd be much the same when he matured. Due to this, there will be times when he bounces from the Naruto we are familiar with, to this other personality. The latter will be his base personality, though.
I have warned you. If you are uncomfortable with any of this, then turn back now. If you're looking for an easy, light and fluffy read, this is definitely not for you.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction, written purely to entertain myself and help me vent. Hopefully you'll find it read-worthy.
Pairings, Top/Bottom: Keeping in mind that this refers to whose man bits go where. (Fantasized or otherwise.) It has no bearing whatsoever on who may initiate contact, situations or whom chases after whom. We good? Great.
Somewhat one-sided: Kyuubi/Naruto.
One-sided: Itachi/Naruto, Orochimaru/Kyuubi, Orochimaru/Naruto
Eventual Sasuke/Naruto. (When Sasuke's legal.)
Plus other Canon pairings such as Sasuke/Fangirls... etc. Oh and there is no Uchihacest. Not even onesided.
Now, after that EPIC list of warnings... lets continue.
サスケxナルト
I
Ill-fated meeting
サスケxナルト
"Hmmm."
Brushing golden hair from his eyes, Naruto glanced down at the worn piece of cardboard between leather gloved fingers. Re-reading the shoddily scrawled address before peering up again at the place before him, he blinked. Then went back to studying the characters and numerals clearly once more. There was no mistaking it. This was the right place, even if it left the blonde completely baffled at the meeting place.
Well, alright, the blonde frowned slightly, eyeing the insanely high, pale brick wall that surrounded the tall, equally pale brick and glass structures beyond. The gates themselves—made of wrought iron, thick and black and topped with vicious looking spikes that resembled teeth—lay open, almost beckoningly. One swinging softly back and forth in a come-hither motion by a breeze he couldn't feel against his face and exposed neck. The institution's name emblazoned on a large, silver plaque running the height on both sides of the entrance was plain for all to see.
[聖者港の学園]
Saint harbour's Academy? Naruto smirked at the irony.
It was a little creepy, truth be told. Not that Naruto considered this for very long. He'd seen creepier places. Hell, he'd lived in creepier. I just hope that jerk hurry's up.
Slipping the cardboard back into the thick pocket of his black fur coat, he pulled his sunglasses from his hair and settled them back over his sensitive eyes. It was hours after the school had let out—even all the after school clubs should have finished by now—so the prestigious elementary school was devoid of all life.
Actually, now that Naruto actually considered it, he wanted to take a quick look around. He was curious, having only ever been home schooled the novelty of an academy was something he'd never experienced firsthand. And sure, walking around a deserted elementary school wasn't exactly considered experiencing the whole thing but he hoped it would give him an idea as to what it felt like in such a place.
Curiosity piqued, the blonde slipped through the—twice his height tall, if not more—gates and into the school. The grass was well manicure and brought a small pang of nostalgia at how every blade of grass looked like it was cut just so and how every shrub and flower and tree looked like it had been placed there by a landscaper...
"Like home," the blonde breathed, voice suddenly thick with the accent of his homeland. Absently, he blew the loose strands of hair from his face and continued on. His coat swishing about his jean-clad knees and doing nothing for the homesickness he was abruptly suffering.
How many years had it been since he'd been in his beloved France? Since he'd wandered around the streets of Paris? Rode a bike down one of those worn, dirt paths of a dinky little village and truly felt at ease?
They claimed that home was were the heart was, and his heart would for always be in Southern France; with his mother in the kitchen, attempting to come up with a new recipe or his father in the court, teaching him how to fence with both hands or even Frederick in the stables, laughing as Naruto fell from his horse. Again.
But even if he did go back, he knew nothing would the same when he returned. He missed it though. How it missed it. Missed them. His family and friends and life.
Not for the first time—nor did he believe it to be his last—the blonde cursed his luck.
That was when it happened.
Out of nowhere, a black and white blur shot at his face. Only his swift reactions saved himself from being struck by the object. Snatching the thing midflight, he paused eyeing the sphere he'd caught in his hands. What is this? A football?
"Are you an angel?"
The blonde frowned and peered over at the pint-sized being that had almost struck him with a football. The child appeared no older than ten and looked equally as pale as Naruto, dressed in his black and charcoal school uniform. His small face framed by tresses a midnight black with eyes equally as dark and deep and eerily thoughtful. "What?" Naruto questioned.
"An angel," the child repeated, his brow furrowed.
An angel? This time, Naruto blinked. Right, that would be the day. There was no way he could be an angel nor did he believe in such a being of divine grace. Didn't believe in there being a bigger power that governed over all. If he was an angel, his face and hands would be covered in blood and his wings forever stained black.
Unsure how to respond and still too amused by the child's innocent question, Naruto finally decided to ask one of his own, "What makes you think that?"
The boy looked truly stumped by this, his pale little face contorted—no doubt contemplating his answer or perhaps passing gas, though the latter seemed unlikely—then folded his arms across his chest and stared. His dark eyes studying Naruto with an intensity a child his age shouldn't allow. "I heard somewhere that angels are the most beautiful beings in the world. That they come when they're needed the most. Shouldn't you be wearing white? Or are you undercover?"
Beautiful? Naruto inwardly questioned and wanted to laugh. Quite badly. Appear when needed the most? Well, I'm not too sure about that...
"Hmm," he snorted aloud, not wanting to crush the boy's innocence with his own jaded outlook on life. It had been a while since he'd come across someone who still believed in anything besides their own selfish desires and it didn't sit right with him. "You know, you're pretty smart," he commented and regarded the child again. Maybe the boy was older than he looked? "How old are you, anyway?"
"I'm eight," the boy replied, guardedly. The look so bizarre on a child it brought a gentle smile to Naruto's face. "How old are you?" The child went on to ask.
"I'm—" here, the blonde faltered and considered telling the truth but knew the child wasn't likely to believe him, even if the boy supposedly considered him to be an angel. "I'm sixteen," he finished, figuring he looked about that age. At least by today's standards. Perhaps a little younger. "I'm Naruto, by the way."
The little boy nodded, again regarding the blonde with a strange expression. "Sasuke," the child returned and Naruto passed his ball back. It was caught in surprisingly deft hands.
Actually, now that the elder of the pair really thought on it, the child didn't seem very normal at all. He was far too serious for one his age but at the same time, he was still childlike. Sasuke was a paradox. Or maybe more accurately, a contradiction upon contradiction. Something of an oxymoron.
Sasuke... that name sounds rather familiar...
Now that he thought on it, there was something else vaguely unsettling about the child besides his calculating looks and obvious well above average intelligence. The aura he gave off was dense. Like a heavy shroud, cloaking his body. It was almost as if—
"Practice with me, Naru-neechan." The boy practically ordered.
Naruto blinked and nearly spluttered. Naru-neechan? He opened his mouth to retort that he was not in fact a girl. Clearly this child had some sort of gender identification confusion. Had Naruto not made his gender clear when he spoke? But girls didn't use the same pronouns as guys. Much. Okay, maybe that was a bad example...
"Kid," he began through gritted teeth, "you don't call other boys 'older sister.'"
This only made the boy look vaguely confused and things got more embarrassing for Naruto as the boy understood the implication. His dark eyes took in the blonde's form and his brow furrowed even more. The disbelief apparent. "But you're far too pretty to be a boy."
Naruto opened his mouth. Being called pretty wasn't exactly the type of compliment you paid to another male, then again he was talking to a kid. What was the boy to know? Sure, Naruto had the oval shape of his mother's face and almond eyes. Not to mention her short temper and personality. But the colour of his eyes and hair were all his father. At least he wasn't short, even if his frame remained boyishly lean. Lacking the more solid, broader frames that came with maturity. Adulthood.
"And you sound just like a girl."
Naruto shut his mouth, indignant. He did not. His voice wasn't girly, it just hadn't deepened much—and unfortunately—never would. He supposed he should be thankful that he'd always sounded throaty otherwise, he might have sounded like a girl.
"And your hair is quite… long."
Three blows to his pride in one fell swoop. Today simply wasn't his day. Naruto shook his head, glancing up as his hair fell over his sunglasses into his eyes again. His hair wasn't that long. It had been longer. The sunlight locks simply fell around his face in an untamed mess. "It's still shorter than your hair," he pointed out, reasonably. And it was. At least, it was shorter than the boy's long fringe.
"But I don't look pretty," the boy said simply and stared.
Now that was somewhat up for debate. The kid was definitely good looking. Though would probably fall more to the side of handsome than pretty. His face—even as young as he was—still a little too sharp and angular and hard to be considered feminine. But if Naruto squinted just right—
He bowed out theatrically. "You are one strange kid." No use arguing with a child so much younger than he was. Even if the light banter was refreshing after being surrounded by adults worn cynical through the trials of life.
"I gave you my name; are all angels rude?" the brat retorted. His annoyance was clear and Naruto sighed.
"Didn't your mother teach you not to speak with strangers?" The blonde shot back absently, recalling his own life lesson years too late. Maybe I should have stayed at the school gate? He could sense the arrival of someone else. Could feel the thick tendrils of chakra leaking from their body and knew this was who he'd been waiting for. "It can lead to some pretty bad situations if you're unlucky," he finished.
The child pondered this piece of information. "But normal people don't glow like you do," the child countered. Naruto's eyes widened and his head snapped back to the little boy's solemn face. "Only angel's are meant to glow."
Chuckling, Naruto scratched the back of his head. "I think you'll find that appearances can be deceptive. And not all angels are good."
"Been practising soccer, little brother?"
"Aniiki!" Onyx eyes peered past Naruto, and they brightened somewhat before darting back to stare at the sole blonde. If Naruto didn't know any better, he'd say the child seemed somewhat excited but at the same time, a little subdued. Strange but not entirely uncommon.
Turning, Naruto was confronted with the face of the person he was meeting. Pale face framed by hair so dark it was blacker than shadow. Handsome, chiselled features and eyes that could appear inky one moment and then crimson the next. Itachi Uchiha.
The blonde blinked once and finally realised what he'd missed from the beginning. He knew that Itachi had a little brother, the other had mentioned the eight year old a couple of times to Naruto but it hadn't clicked. Until now. It was stupid, really, considering that the little boy was practically a clone of Itachi. Even if—and Naruto would never speak this out loud for fear of losing a nut in the process—the elder Uchiha was definitely more pretty than handsome. A guy with eyelashes that long and thick couldn't be considered anything else.
How did I fail to see this? Naruto mutely wondered and grinned at the eldest Uchiha who was glancing between the blonde and the little boy.
"Itachi-san," the blonde inclined his head, politely.
"Naruto-san."
"Aniiki." The pair were broken from their greeting to find the baby Uchiha glancing between them, brow furrowed and dark eyes narrowed in what could almost pass as suspicion. "How do you know Naru-chan?"
Naruto flushed and glanced away in dismayed embarrassment. He'd thought this issue was sorted already. Well apparently, not so much.
Itachi's brow rose and he peered over at Naruto, his own eyes glittered in vague amusement. "Naru-chan?"
Oh that's right, Naruto glared. The expression ruined—lost—by the sunglasses still perched on his upturned nose. Laugh it up. He flickered his attention back towards the little boy who was still looking at them intently, appearing increasingly upset by something.
"I guess this must be the cute little Sasuke-kun you talk about so much," Naruto murmured and had the satisfaction of watching Itachi's amusement vanish.
Ha, take that!
The elder Uchiha gave the younger a patient look. "Now is not the time for this, Naruto."
"Aniiki," the eight year-old glared and it was about as affective as a kitten growling. That is to say, too adorable for words. And funny as hell. "How do you know Naruto?"
Wow, the boy was determined. Naruto could give him that at least. He also looked really bother by this. The blonde wondered why the answer seemed to matter so much to the little boy but decided to answer. "Let's just say that your Aniiki happened to end up my protector of sorts," Naruto smiled, somewhat self-depreciatively, only to have the child's face darken.
Err, did I say something wrong?
Maybe it was because Naruto hadn't been around small child in a while, but Sasuke looked like he was either about to commit the murder of many small and helpless creatures or burst into angry little tears.
Didn't most children like when their elder siblings were considered brave and heroic? Maybe these days, children didn't like compliments about their elder siblings?
"Hey," Naruto murmured, ruffling the child's soft dark hair affectionately. Having gleaned what he thought might be going in the younger boy's head. He was no kiddie shrink but recalled enough of his own childhood to remember certain memories and feelings. Plus the boy didn't shrink away from the touch so that had to be a good thing right? Right. "It's alright. I'm not going to try taking your big brother from you. We're just friends. That's all. Sometimes not even that."
And isn't that the truth of it?
The eldest Uchiha sent Naruto a look which the blonde returned. He refused to hurt a child, however accidentally. Even if that meant emotionally. Naruto would fix this. He would.
"You must look up to Itachi, huh?" He added, dropping to his haunches so he was forced to look up at the upset Sasuke. "You want to be just like him when you get bigger, right? I bet you'll be just as good at everything he is. Just as smart and fast and strong. You'll have loads of girls chasing after you."
"No," Sasuke frowned, small hands clutched to fists at his sides. "I'll be better than Aniiki ever was. And you'll come see me, right?"
Naruto blinked, dumbfounded and he peered up into serious dark eyes. Scary. He could hardly believe he considered this kid innocent not ten or so odd minutes before. Though the boy was still innocent, Naruto could only imagine what the boy would be like when he was Itachi's age. The kid was sure to give his elder a good run for his money, Naruto was almost looking forward to it.
If you're here to see it, his mind supplied. Right. Then there was that possibility.
The blonde grinned and pushed his sunglasses up into his golden hair, using it like a headband and unveiling his eyes to the dying light of day. "I'll visit you whenever I can. How's that?"
The child's strangely stoic look didn't lift an ounce, if anything it deepened. "You'll come see only me?"
He is a rather… strange little guy. Naruto observed, startled and wary of the sudden turn in events. Apparently, the boy wasn't jealous of Naruto at all. If anything, he seemed jealous of his own brother. How odd. Was he always like this? That couldn't be healthy, even if sibling rivalry was. Or so he'd heard from someone...
"Then I'll be your protector," Sasuke tacked on with a decisive nod.
Naruto blinked again. "Eh, sure kid. But I thought angels were meant to watch over everyone not the other way around?"
"Then why'd you need Aniiki's help?"
I'll spare you the nightmares...
"Foolish little brother," Itachi intruded, curtly. "Stay here." He didn't elaborate further, simply turned away and apparently believed the boy wouldn't try to follow or say a thing. And surprisingly, the child didn't. Though he did look rather mutinous.
"He's a good kid," Naruto murmured when they had ventured some distance from the obviously brooding boy. Stretching, he loosened the muscles in the back of his neck and arms before turning his attention to Itachi completely. The other was simply observing Naruto with a slight frown. "A possessive streak several miles wide but a good kid."
The elder Uchiha sighed, the stress lines from earlier more prominent. "They have been working me harder than usual."
Naruto nodded. He knew, could easily read it in his almost-friend's face. Concern bright and warm shone through his blue eyes. "I can't say that I know why you've decided to get tangled up in this mess with that bastard snake," he said, diving straight into the real issue at hand. Mussing his hair in irritation he brought his thumb to his lips and nipped at the nail. Only to get a mouthful of leather. He pulled the thumb from his mouth with a grimace. "Or why you'd want to place a target on your family as you have."
"There will always be a target on my family because of the power we possess."
Well, that may be true. The blonde shrugged. "I think you mean the power you and Sasuke possess," he corrected, glancing away from both brothers. "Your Clan might be strong but the accumulation of your bloodline only comes out in both you and your brother. From what I've heard you were the only one to possess the full power of your bloodline and now that I've met Sasuke... I can tell he'll be just like you.
"But you didn't call me here to discuss your Clan and bloodlines," he cut into his own verbal musings. "So what is it?"
"The Oracle visited me."
This was surprising. Naruto turned to stare at Itachi, complete attention focussed on the young man. It wasn't usual for The Oracle to venture out and visit anyone. She was timid by nature and very weak, physically. Most of the time she was bedridden or confined to a wheelchair, attended by her maids. "Hinata-hime?"
Wow. Maybe the world is going to shite... Naruto grimaced.
"I want you to watch over Sasuke."
"Since when was I in the business of watching over brats?" Naruto was quick to retort. Even if the kid wasn't up to the usual bratty standards set by most children these days and actually possessed an intelligence that could keep Naruto entertained, he simply didn't have the time to watch over a boy.
But, as much as he considered Hinata strange, her predictions were never wrong and once she'd seen something there was no way of changing it. He already knew that Itachi was in possible danger and apparently the Uchiha was already aware of this. It seemed he was also concerned about something befalling his family. Why else would Itachi go out of his way to call in Naruto for a favour such as minding his little brother?
"This has something to do with Hinata-hime's visit?" Naruto asked, to be sure.
Itachi simply inclined his head in reply.
Argh. Fine. "I'll do what I can," Naruto promised. "He will outgrow me, though."
"Doubtful."
Sighing again, Naruto looked away briefly. "This may have something to do with Orochimaru turning his sights your way, Itachi," he murmured. Though maybe Itachi already suspected this, Naruto couldn't really say given the other's indifference. "I've tried to deter him claiming you as another participant in their twisted little game but my sway only goes so far. It will last for only so long before he grows tired of my meddling."
Itachi seemed to know this already and merely nodded. He'd witnessed enough of Orochimaru's madness and experiments to realise that Naruto was serious.
"Sasuke?"
A tiny smile curled Naruto's lips upward. The younger brother's welfare was always foremost on the elder Uchiha's mind. It must be nice, having someone who cared about you that much. It had been far too long since Naruto had such affection directed at himself without some sort of ulterior motive behind it. Without the love being twisted and sick. "As I told you, so far no one knows of his abilities," he murmured. "Plus, he's far too young. Orochimaru would never take your little brother as a participant.
"It would be damn hard hiding Sasuke for the years required for his body to reach its full growth. Especially with all the resources you Uchiha's have. I don't think Orochimaru wants another Namikaze incident," Naruto smirked, humourlessly and Itachi studied him a moment but said nothing.
The blonde offered no more information than that but he already knew that the other male had looked into his own background. Understandable but even if Naruto didn't owe Itachi so great a debt, he wouldn't have allowed Orochimaru to take Itachi to join his sick little game. The sadist had ruined enough lives as it was. Besides, the eldest Uchiha brother reminded him of a friend long lost.
"You have another year at least," Naruto advised, shielding his eyes behind his sunglasses and slipping his hands into deep pockets, allowed himself to slouch. "He won't come for you within that time."
Not that Naruto felt all that concerned; he'd seen Itachi in action for himself. Several times over. The teen's power and skill was nothing to be sneezed at. If anything, Orochimaru should be terrified of the Uchiha prodigy. Maybe that was the reason for Hinata's warning. It could have been either things, or something else altogether.
"You do not need to worry yourself with me," Itachi murmured. Lowering his head slightly, he was still half a head taller than Naruto was.
"Is that not what friends do, mon Seigneur Loup?" Naruto grinned. My Lord Wolf?
Itachi didn't bat an eye at his random use of French. The young man himself was well versed in several languages. "En effet," the taller inclined his head. Indeed. French rolling off his tongue as though he himself were a native speaker and all traces of his Japanese accent gone.
"You've been practising," the blonde observed, brightly.
"I have had very good incentive."
Not sure what to say, Naruto simply stared at his companion. An idea suddenly coming to him as his eyes swept back to where the young Sasuke was aimlessly kicking his soccer ball around, clearly more interested in what his brother and Naruto were doing than with training. "How much does your brother know... about your family lineage?" The blonde queried, thinking of how the boy spoke of angels and compared Naruto to one. If he believed in angels, did he too, believe in demons? Or was he like Naruto and believed in one but not the other?
"He knows enough of our bloodline. That we alone within our clan possess the destructive powers of it."
That explains the boy's seriousness, Naruto mused. Knowing that he has the ability to do such monstrous things if he so chose, it would be liberating and yet terrifying.
"Good," Naruto sighed, relieved. With Itachi around for the moment, there was no chance that Orochimaru would go after the younger brother if he was to discover the boy's talents. Even when the boy was finally of age, he would have been taught enough by Itachi to keep his powers from falling into the hands of the snake. And Naruto would do what he could to help out as well. Though against Orochimaru—
"He sees auras, too, apparently." At Itachi's look, Naruto explained further. "He said that I glowed."
"It is to be expected," Itachi divulged. "Though I am surprised to see you without an escort. Considering you are Orochimaru's prized pet. Surely he knows what I prevented from happening?"
Naruto let out a low hiss and narrowed his eyes. His temporary bout of weakness was not something he was willing to discuss. Even with Itachi. Maybe especially with Itachi. Another reason why Naruto wouldn't let Itachi be dragged into the underground street fights. He didn't want to fight the young man.
"You've been checking up on me," the blonde accused. More curious as to what the Uchiha was able to dig up. And wondered whether the other would tell him what he'd found.
"You seriously thought that I would refrain?" It didn't matter that Naruto didn't answer. The question seemed rhetorical anyway. "You bore the mark of Kyuubi no Kitsune. Of course I would take an interest. Especially since the last bearer of the mark has supposedly walked the earth since the early 1800's."
A little later than that, actually, Naruto mentally corrected. "You're getting ahead of yourself, Itachi. Even humans touched by a demon have an expiration date. That doesn't change no matter the demon that claims the human as a servant."
It was true. Even though demonic blood ran through Itachi's veins—and every other Uchiha that came before him—he should know that at least. A vessel's life was one of objectification, and while the vessel was bound to a demon in servitude their life was extended beyond the normal span. But rarely did this ever happen, seeing as the demon the human served under was bound to grow bored of them before that ever happened.
"My sources say Kyuubi never claimed the boy as a vessel," the taller of the two countered. "Though I am more interested in how you became the possession of Orochimaru. One of the Legendary Sannin."
Naruto didn't want to answer that. Mostly because he doubted his pride would ever recover. The Sannin, were as Itachi put it, legendary. Students of the great Sarutobi and were older than himself having been born during the earlier years in feudal Japan. All three were only a small part demon. Still, their strength was amazing and if Naruto wasn't in his current position he may even admire them. As it was, occasionally he would begrudgingly admit he held Jiraiya and Tsunade in awe.
But that was neither here nor there.
Glancing up as overhead, the fading orange and gold of day began to darken into inky blues Naruto pulled his cell phone from his pocket. Well fuck. It was almost seven. He was going to be , so late.
"I have to get going," he announced, changing the subject feeling largely uncomfortable quite suddenly. Itachi had been warned now. It was up to the young man to do with the warning as he would. Be it to prepare or to flee. Though Naruto couldn't see the man running. Not if he were to leave his clearly very well cherished little brother. Not before he had to.
Itachi simply nodded again, though it was clear that he was disapproving of Naruto taking his leave. There wasn't much the Uchiha could do, though.
"Hey, kid!" Naruto called, knowing that Sasuke would hear him easily. And just as he assumed, the boy's head swiftly snapped up to look at him. "I gotta go for now, but next time we meet up, how 'bout we go for some ice-cream?"
Dark eyes stared up at him from across the asphalt and once again Naruto felt mildly unnerved. "Promise?"
"I promise," Naruto grinned. "And Naruto Uzumaki always keeps his promises!" He gave a messy wave of his hand and turned his back on the child to smile at his—for the moment, at least—friend.
"You should not spoil him."
"Like you can talk," the blonde scoffed in return.
"He is quite taken with you." Itachi's look was somewhat shrewd and dare Naruto say it, highly amused. Even if the amusement only touched the dark-haired teen's eyes and not any other part of his face.
Naruto's expression was decidedly bland. "Oh," he muttered. "So you noticed?"
His reply was an equally mild stare.
Naruto decided to ignore Itachi and the little voice inside his head. He couldn't get back any later than half past seven. He couldn't miss dinner or all hell would break loose. Or something remotely resembling said hell breaking loose but he wasn't much up for seeing how that went."Anyway, I gotta go. Ja!"
"Ja, Naruto-san."
The blonde hurried made his way back to the gate and outside, the past conversation still swirling restlessly in his mind. "He is quite taken with you," Itachi's word echoed softly, beneath another's voice spoke the same words and Naruto was forced to press them aside as he focussed on his own unhappy musings. And he wouldn't be the only Uchiha to feel that way, would he, Itachi?
Little did Naruto know that by venturing into the school he would set in motion a chain of events he'd later regret. That if he'd only waited outside, then he'd have avoided the catastrophe to come.
And cut! First chapter done. I haven't come across anything like this yet and had it cartwheeling around my mind and decided to note it down. Please let me know how you feel about it. Love it? Hate it? Continue? Why? Oh and any typo's/errors you come across. If you like it, I'd really like to know the reasons behind it. As much as I love review saying that someone loved it, I'd like to know why it was liked.
Oh yar, Naruto is older than Sasuke. He's also older than Itachi, but I refer to him as a boy because technically, his body is still that of a boy. And no, there will be no inappropriateness from Naruto in regards to little-Sasuke. Nor from Itachi. Naruto and Itachi are not a paedos.
Notes:
So when Naruto is talking about how Sasuke should have recognise him as a guy since male's use different pronouns than females. eg, Boku or Ore. Naruto uses 'Ore' which is a less refined way of saying 'I' or 'me' in Japanese. Men generally use this pronoun. Boy's tend to use 'Boku' and sometimes 'watashi' though the latter is rare. Boku is also used by men when they want to soften their speech.
And just for your information, even though Sasuke is young he was also using the pronoun 'Ore' when speaking with Naruto and even with his brother. This is also why Naruto found him so amusing to begin with and then vaguely disturbing as the conversation wore on since he was basically asserting his dominance over someone much older than himself.
Another thing to note is honorific. Or in Sasuke's case, when he dropped the honorific after Naruto's name. Generally, this will only happen when you are really, very close to that person. It denotes intimacy and is considered extremely rude if you don't have that closeness. (An example would be spouses or very close friends.) It can also just be used as an insult. In this case, Sasuke was implying he was close enough to Naruto that he no longer needed to use an honorific. However, when he drops the honorific on everyone else, he's just being rude. When it comes to everyone else's interactions, the honorific's will come and go between dialogue to show that it is still there but isn't really a main thing. (If you've read my other Naruto stories, You'd probably have noticed this already.)