I do not own Naruto or any of the characters portrayed in this story.

I give thanks to Masashi Kishimoto and all his work.

Without him this wouldn't be possible.

Warning: Mild to moderate language

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Chapter 1: House Arrest

Sasuke's POV

Itachi will die. Not now, but very, very soon! Once I get my hands on him I swear that will be the end of Itachi Uchiha! How shall I kill him? Shall I wring his neck like a bird? Or should I tie him over a boiling vat of acid lowering him down slowly to his death? Well I shall choose neither ,for it will be too short and not as torturous as what he is doing to me right now. How dare he go out and have fun while I'm locked away with nothing but the company of my phone ringing nonstop and the screaming and giddy high pitched squeals of hundreds of fangirls banging on my door! I hear the pounding of seventy hands banging on my front door, and the yelling of girls serenading their love for me under my bedroom balcony on the second floor. I finally get up from my bed and wander over to the noise coming from my balcony. My room is dark, the lights out due to my increasing migraine. It helps none, since the squeals of fangirls only encourage the migraine to grow.

I sigh and open the sliding glass door to the balcony, when the squeals I thought were already unbearable suddenly blew me back like a shockwave. My head felt as if it was ready to explode, my migraine disintegrating my brain painfully one cell at a time. I step out unto the balcony and wince as a girl screams in the highest, loudest possible voice, "OH MY GOD IT'S SAAASSSSSUUKKKEEE-KUN"! Another screams, "Look, OH MY GOD, HE'S SO SEXY"! Now even I know those voices. It was Sakura Haruno and Ino Yamanaka, the leaders of the annoying, but forever popular "Sasuke Fangirl Club". And I absolutely hated them for it. Damn girls and their hormones and stupid, creepy stalker attributes I grab the banister for support as I lean over and shout in a very irritable voice, "Shut the fuck up, leave me alone, and get off of my property"!

Of course, they don't listen. Instead one says, "Oh no Sasuke's sad! I'll cheer you up Sasuke- kun", "Ooohhh Sasuke's so cute when he's angry! I love you Sasuke!"

I hear something clatter to the floor behind me, only to see that it was my phone, which was still vibrating from the calls and texts coming from the fangirls. Dammit Itachi! Why did you have to give them my freaking phone number! Now I will have to get a new phone number for the fifth time and this will be the sixth time you've done this to me! "Leave NOW, or I'm gonna hit every single one of you on the head with a steel base ball bat!" Now that statement combined with my murderous snarl finally did something to sink the threat into their heads, because they got silent and slowly started to leave the Uchiha compound. Thank God.

I made sure every single one of them left. Then I checked every room, closet, training ground, housing compartment, and the field to make sure each one of them had left. The last time I didn't, one actually snuck into the house and attacked me with kisses and tried to drug me! Well, let's just say she went to the hospital for a concussion and confinement to an insane asylum.

I drag my feet up the stairs once more to my room, tired as hell, and with a migraine out of this world. I sit on my bed tiredly and bend down to pick up my phone off of the hardwood floor. I check my phone. Oh my fucking God. I had 5,0328 text messages, 3,864 missed calls and 300 voicemails! Hn. Oh fucking well. I stand up walk over to the banister on my balcony and chuck my cell phone as far as I can. I see it go ker-plunk into the river. Good Riddance. Now you might ask where are my parents when this commotion happened? Well currently they are taking a dirt nap six feet under for the past 10 years. And if you must know how thay died, it was a car crash. A crash that ended me up with the worst guardian ever. Now Itachi is my guardian, and a hell of a one he is. I'm seventeen so I legally need a guardian. I live off of the Uchiha wealth while Itachi used his to open up his own nightclub in Konoha, which is popular and and quite extravagant. So at least Itachi did something right in his life. At least I'm stinking rich. Now you may ask why am I stuck in my house in the middle of the day, with nothing to do, when I could simply be wandering the bazaars of Konoha? House arrest. Yes house arrest. That old hag Tsunade put me on house arrest after I was caught drunk in a stupor wandering the streets of Konoha and attacking an Anbu officer. The damned black collar around my neck shocks me and alerts the police once I step out of the Uchiha compound. Kinda like a dog collar with a fucking taser imbedded into it. Trust me, I stay in the compounds after that one time I tried to sneak off. And yes I was very, very drunk and very, very foolish. I was basically slumped unconscious in the middle of the street for God know how long until they put me into the compounds again. That hurts like shit, and it doesn't shock you once, it's a continuous paralyzing shock until you step back in the compound! Hn. I smile back at the memory from four months ago. So there you have it, that's-

I snap my head towards the sound of my front door opening and slamming closed. I tense myself, just in case its one of those psychotic fan girls actually managed to get in. I walk off of the balcony, slam the glass door close, and run silently across my room to get the steel base ball bat resting at the corner of my room. Of course my efforts are thwarted to run silently across as the hardwood floor creaks beneath my weight.

"I hear you little brother! Ha ha! Come on downstairs little brother! I hear you had a little girl problems today! I wonder how they got your phone number! Ha ha!" yells Itachi. I hear him walk past the living room into the dining room, and hear the jingle of keys being set down onto the table. I remember as I forgotten earlier that Itachi was supposed to bring groceries and a "special gift" today. Now I wish it was one of those psychotic fan girls.

I go down stairs and I am met as a surprise as I see Itachi standing there with his arm slung around another male. A male with hair the shade of sunlight and the eyes of magnificent blue oceans. His cheeks scarred with whisker like scratches, with three on each cheek. It almost gave him a feminine appearance, which fitted him nicely. Cute almost. The male had an orange shirt on, one so extremely bright I couldn't see anyone actually wanting to be near a thing like that, much less wear it. He had on simple denim jeans which seemed to fit him in the exactly right places, and a chain hanging limply onto his jeans gave him an almost handsome look. He looked about the same age as me and he was simply stunning individual, a man of such brightness and obnoxiousness that almost made me sick. No, I change that, it made me sick. Hn. "What the hell are you doing here Itachi!" I hiss even though I already know why. "And who is this guy. And what the hell is he doing here?" "Sasuke, ha ha ha ha! I would like you to meet Naruto! He will be supervising you for now while I go on a ahem… business trip." "You liar!" I yell. "Yoou only go on business trips when your screwing other people! Since when does a club owner need a business trip!" Itachi chuckles. "Oh, but that's exactly why my little brother, my otouto! I'm tired of my regular clientele. I need fresh meat! You must understand otouto! Think of him as your babysitter." Itachi laughs, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Beware, he is a little rascal. Chow! I'll see you in 2 months!" Itachi starts heading for the front door, waving his hand absently. "What the fuck Itachi! Who's supposed to get groceries for me! Remember I can't go out the house dumbass!" I yell, with no avail to stop Itachi. He turns his head, only to look at me for a brief second to say, "Why otouto! Beware of your language! We have a guest! Also little Naruto is here to take care of all of your needs! Every. ." He suddenly looks surprised and sticks his finger up like a light bulb going off in his head. "Naruto-chan is to stay in the compound too. Make sure he feels at home." "Quit calling me Naruto-chan, Itachi-sama! I'm a boy!" Naruto yells, and I hear his voice for the first time, its so… perfect. I put my head down as heat suddenly rushes for no reason to my pale cheeks. "Well fine then Naruto-chan, Sasuke, Naruto-chan will be doing that for you. And look up at your elders! Ha ha, just playing, I'm no more of an elder than you are an adult! Ha ha! Chow!" And with that last word said, Itachi leaves and closes the door behind him.

Now I'm left with a strangely beautiful boy for 2 months. Just great.

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AN: Hi this is my first story I've ever written so let me know if you want me to continue! :3

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Hopefully post new chap soon if you like it!