A/N: I'm in uncharted territory here… I'm not yet used to writing Naruto fanfiction and the one I have done is your basic "My First" fiction. As I am obsessed with Orochimaru, I wanted to write a fic about him and this is what I came up with, because I seriously like the idea and I don't want him to be his cliché "paedophile science teacher/crazy guardian" character.
Everyone's ages have been changed to suit the story and this is in a world without ninja. So, anyone who is "I'm bored so I'll humour her" interested, go easy on me… I'm used to other fandom's.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. However, I'd LOVE to have Sasuke for a day.
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Uchiha Sasuke was sick of tradition.
He was annoyed that his father refused to believe they were living in the 21st century and insisted they live by the ancient traditions passed down over the decades by the Uchiha Clan.
They lived in a traditional Japanese mansion; the adults wore traditional kimonos and forced the children to do the same when at home. They used old, traditional honorific's, and Sasuke would bet his father would cut off the electricity and live by gas lamps and candles if it weren't for the obvious need for stoves, ovens, microwaves, computers for study and light bulbs.
It was like a little bubble of Old Japan in the year 2008.
Though it did piss him off, Sasuke could live with all of this, but the traditions didn't stop there.
Since Itachi obviously had no desire to keep any of these traditions and refused to live by the Uchiha Handbook, the hope of the clan turned to Sasuke. He was, when old enough, supposed to find a nice Japanese girl, with a good name and background, settle down with her and have babies to keep the Uchiha name alive.
Sasuke didn't want to marry a nice girl of his father's choice and have kids for the rest of his life, while taking over their dojo and be like every other Uchiha male in recorded history.
It was also this Rule that brought up another tradition about the Uchiha standard of living. You were not allowed to be different, meaning gay, because should you become interested in the same sex you would not be able to produce heirs and carry on the family name.
In addition, it was sick and evil, but the heir thing was the proper reason because so many Uchiha's in history hadn't exactly been sane.
His older brother and the bane of his father's existence broke that rule as soon as he found out what sex was. He'd started wearing nail polish and got a boyfriend to prove that he had no desire to settle down and have children. Ever.
Sasuke wasn't gay, but he wasn't straight either, girls had never really appealed to him, he noticed them of course, but dating one didn't seem very appealing. Boys weren't much different, and Sasuke could think of only one person he'd like to date, if only in secret.
It was this very reason that eventually did it for the youngest Uchiha. He'd always obeyed his father and his rules, because even if he hated them, he respected the family name and its influence in the business world, he no longer wanted to carry on being the Good Son. He wanted to rebel, as Itachi had, he wanted his father to know he wasn't going to follow his example, at least, not completely.
However, being the good son, Sasuke didn't know how to rebel and he'd be damned if he'd ask his stupid brother for help so he had to look elsewhere and it was lucky for him that he knew just where to look.
The house next-door was a modern, multi-story mansion. The owners loved the clean, contemporary design and lived by it. Literally, it looked as though they lived in a magazine or an expensive furniture store.
The middle-aged couple had one son, whom they'd adopted 15 years ago when after just finishing travelling around the world for inner peace and enlightenment, wanted to try something new, still on a high from the holiday, and decided to get a child since they were both allergic to animals, so a baby seemed to be the next best thing.
Seriously, that was the reason.
Orochimaru was a 17-year-old crossdresser with an IQ of 260. The couple had "fallen in love" with him when they'd stumbled across him in the back yard of the orphanage, sitting behind a bush, dissecting a dead rat with a set of kitchen knives, which had apparently been reported missing the day before.
The nun running the place had tried to turn their attention to other, less frightening children, but the Yamaguchi's wouldn't hear of it. Little Orochimaru was so pretty and unique, like an expensive dog, that they had to have him.
His golden, snake-like eyes, paper white skin and strange little quirks had the couple drawn to the child. Over the next few weeks, Orochimaru had packed up his very few belongings and had moved out of the Konoha Orphanage to start his new life in the Yamaguchi household.
From what Sasuke had been told, the couple still adored their son, but after a few months, they'd grown tired of the parenting thing and sometimes forgot Orochimaru even lived there. It was lucky for the boy that he was smart enough to look after himself enough to avoid starving to death due to neglect. It was no wonder the guy was so screwed up.
However, if having parents that forgot you existed from time to time due to their fashionably busy life style bothered him, Orochimaru didn't let it show. He got everything he wanted, lived in the expensive part of town, went to a good school and got to do whatever the hell he wanted, when he wanted, so who cared if your parents were fools, pretending to be in their twenties?.
Sasuke first met Orochimaru due to being babysat by the guy when he was nine. The thirteen year old had been far too friendly for Sasuke's liking, always hugging him and calling him "Sasu-chan", he still did occasionally, just to piss him off.
For the most part Sasuke had avoided Orochimaru to the best of his ability, unless he needed something from the guy, which was rare, because Orochimaru was far too strange to be around for too long, unless your were used to him, like his friends, who were freaks too in Sasuke's opinion.
However, now was one of those rare situations that required Orochimaru's strange brand of guidance.
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"So you want to learn how to rebel?"
Sasuke nodded, looking completely serious and Orochimaru smiled, amused. Sasuke had ambushed the older boy on his way home from school and, after sending Orochimaru's stupid boyfriend Jiraiya away, the pair had relocated to McDonalds to talk.
"Why not just figure out what will work for you? You're a smart boy Sasuke-kun."
Sasuke glared and Orochimaru continued to smile cheerfully at him over his milkshake.
"Is that a no then?" asked the effeminate boy.
"Of course it's a no!" exploded Sasuke "I want you to help me, no one else can."
"What about Itachi, or some of your little friends?"
Sasuke sat back in his chair and continued to glare at Orochimaru across the table. The way he saw it, his weird next-door neighbour was the perfect solution for Sasuke's problem, you could tell that just by looking at him. The crossdressing, flamboyant personality, the tattoos, complete disregard for personal space, the flirting. Sasuke could write a book on why Orochimaru was weird. Fuck even his name was weird, not to mention his facial features and obsession with snakes, blood and pointy objects.
"I'd rather die than ask Itachi for help and my friends are morons."
Orochimaru chuckled and propped his chin in one hand.
"A little melodramatic Sasuke-kun, you'd rather die?"
"You're missing the point!"
Making Sasuke angry must get the guy off or something, he was always patronizing him. Orochimaru leaned across the table and patted Sasuke's shaking fists.
"I'm sorry darling; I'll help you of course, though you really do need to control that temper of yours. You're so violent." He said, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
Sasuke ignored the advice and continued to glare, snatching his hand back. Orochimaru had no right to lecture him on his temper when the guy had spent a few months in jail for armed assault. Orochimaru claimed that the boy had had it coming, though if asking, out of pure concern if the snake was feeling well deserved to be hit across the face by a coke bottle (one of those old fashioned glass ones), then Sasuke highly doubted it. He reminded the Uchiha of one of his friends, Gaara, who was prone to violent mood swings for very little reason at all.
Putting thoughts of his death-obsessed friend aside, Sasuke pulled his mind back to the present and the boy sitting across from him, calmly picking off the pickles from his burger. They sat in silence for a moment until Sasuke broke it.
"Well?"
Golden eyes rose from where they had been inspecting the meat patty to level with Sasuke's obsidian orbs curiously.
"Well…?"
Had he forgotten!? No… calm down Sasuke, he's fucking with you again; stay calm. Refusing to rise to the bait, Sasuke sat in silence until Orochimaru finished his observation of his burger.
"Have you thought about getting a tattoo? That's always a popular choice." He said at last, looking up at Sasuke and tapping the side of his neck where there were three small black spirals.
Sasuke looked at the tattoo on the pale skin and frowned thoughtfully.
"Doesn't that hurt though?"
Orochimaru chuckled and righted his collar, lacing his thin fingers together and peering over them at the younger boy.
"Of course it does, a lot actually, but it's not forever." He said and then smiled "Are you afraid of needles Sasuke-kun?"
"NO!" was the indignant answer, he could feel his face getting hot.
"You need only get a small one, like the one on my neck. I think it'll look good on you."
Sasuke started at said mark as Orochimaru pulled his collar down once more to show him just how small it was and how little it would obviously hurt to have put on his own neck. Sasuke wasn't convinced, but his father would explode if he got one.
"Fine."
"Wonderful! I know just where to go."
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Torso Masterpiece was a small tattoo parlour in a part of Konoha the Mayor pretended didn't exist and standing next to an unfazed Orochimaru, Sasuke could see why. Hookers worked the streets 24/7, every second alleyway was used as an unofficial fighting arena, it was filthy and Sasuke was sure those were gunshots.
"Just cars back firing, don't be alarmed," said Orochimaru pleasantly, opening the door and pushing Sasuke inside.
A fat man, every inch of him tattooed, looked up from behind the counter to regard the teenagers morbidly.
"Can I help you?" he grumbled, struggling to his feet, Sasuke stared at him, repulsed. Orochimaru stepped forward.
"My friend here wishes to have the Heaven Seal put on his neck." He said, gesturing to Sasuke, who was standing slightly behind Orochimaru. It was a pathetic attempt at using the older boy as a shield; Orochimaru wasn't exactly the tallest person in the universe.
The fat guy gazed at Sasuke in disinterest.
"… alright, this way brat." He grumbled and ambled behind a screen, Sasuke didn't follow.
"Are you sure this is safe?" he asked, looking up at Orochimaru, who was looking at a wall covered in different tattoo designs. He turned from the drawings, to smile at Sasuke.
"Of course, this is where I got mine done and the ones on my arms. Don't judge a book by its cover Sasuke-kun; it's perfectly safe and clean."
Sasuke glowered.
"I'm holding you to that."
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An hour later Sasuke was sitting in the back of Gaba-bunta, a dirty red, heap of junk that belonged to Jiraiya Sennin, Orochimaru's boyfriend of four years. The white haired teenager was renowned for being a perverted peeping tom, though excelled in literature. In fact, he was top of his grade and had won countless awards for his writing. He wanted to be a famous novelist when he left school.
There was a square of gauze on his neck and the area around his newly acquainted tattoo was slightly red and throbbing.
"I thought you said it wasn't going to hurt!" complained Sasuke, glaring at the back of Orochimaru's seat.
"I said it wasn't going to hurt for long, it'll fade soon, I promise." (1)
Sasuke glowered and sat back, cupping the side of his neck gently and wishing he'd never got the stupid thing, he hoped it wouldn't become infected. Jiraiya laughed loudly and grinned at the younger boy in the rear-view mirror.
"I didn't think he'd go through with it, too much of a pampered princess."
Sasuke glared darkly and kicked the back of Jiraiya's seat, causing the older boy to curse and grip the wheel tightly.
"Jiraiya, concentrate on not getting us killed instead of insulting Sasuke-kun, and Sasu-chan, don't kick the drivers seat, you could cause an accident." Said Orochimaru calmly, gazing placidly out the window.
Jiraiya grumbled something that Sasuke was sure was another insult towards him and focused on the road, Sasuke himself just 'hn'ed and glared out the window, rubbing his neck and thinking how his father would react to his new piece of body art.
(1) I've never had a tattoo, so I have no idea what it feels like; I expect it to hurt a bit, but not sure how long the pain would stay.
E/N: Well, this will continue for a few more chapters if anyone is interested. Ideas on how Sasuke could rebel would be helpful.
Review if you'd like. No flames, I'm old enough to write whatever the fuck I want, 23 not 13.