The 'Million Dollar' Man
Chapter 1: So What
"What am I going to do with you?" Fugaku wondered as he eyed his second born. "You wracked Itachi's car!" Fugaku shook his head.
He wondered about Sasuke sometimes. His behavior was getting worse, first was his attitude now wracking Itachi's car. He had to do something to stop this behavior.
"It's not like I had any choice? That pole came out of no where!" Sasuke lied, he did it intentionally, but he was going to leave that part out, it's not good to upset his father more.
"You could have gotten hurt."
"Well I'm not. So what's the problem...Just give him a new one!" He yelled in frustration, what's his father's problem?
Fugaku stood up from his seat, his chair was beginning to get uncomfortable and they had been arguing for an hour. His wife told him to take it easy on Sasuke, but he thought Sasuke needed 'tough love'. So after he got a call from the police and went to pick him up, he told Sasuke to get into the dean. His wife said it was just hormones and to let it go. He shouted at her, 'Hormones just cost me 245,014.'
"Your lucky Itachi's not here." Fugaku walked around Sasuke-who was in a chair. He stopped behind him and grabbed onto his son's shoulders, squeezing them lightly. Fugaku sighed and dropped his hands and walked in front of Sasuke.
"Son, your grounded." His fists were on his hips, his eyes pointed down to him.
"You can't ground me." He sounded like a spoiled brat. He got up and pushed past his father to the two double doors, he slide them to the side. Mikoto came flying in, her arms wrapping around Sasuke; she nervously laughed up at him.
"Mom did you hear what father said...He grounded me!"
"Fugaku!" Mikoto de-attached herself from her son and now stood in front of her husband.
"THIS is your so called 'tough love'?"
"You want me to send him to a boot camp? Because I could!" His tone was low and husky. "I don't know what to do with him!" He tried every other opposition; it usually came back ten times what he original did. Sasuke was a genius, which made it harder to punish him.
"Don't talk like I'm not here." Sasuke hissed out. He was still at the doors watching them and like always trying to get him to behave. Like that's going to happen, he had things to get done and standing here isn't going to get them done.
"Sasuke go to your room and I'll have a talk with your father." She asked so sweetly.
"Whatever." He walked out of the room into the marble floors and up the red carpet stairs.
"I just want Sasuke to behave, expansively around company. He has a hot temper and it needs to be cooled off." He said proudly, but the feeling was replace with disappointment. How is he going to do that? Is it going to backfire like it always does?
' Tough Love'
"Like they can change me!" He shut his bedroom door and made his way over to his bed. He couldn't wait to see Itachi's face when he sees his car, his baby like he calls it. He wanted to prove a point when he crashed that car of his. He didn't like his brother fawning over a car, it's a stupid machine, and he could get a new one. That's what he wanted his brother to know.
Why can't Itachi know that, "Stupid." He walked to his bed and sat on the black silk with red swirls covers.
' Tough Love'
"Itachi I'll buy you a new one." He said into the phone.
"That's not the point, did you punish him!?" He hissed into his blackberry phone.
"You know your mother...heh...I grounded him." He said shamefully. He didn't like Mikoto getting the best of him. Fugaku heard a lightly growl.
"He's needs something more!"
"I tried EVERYTHING Itachi, what's left for me to do?"
"If you can't, then I will."
Fugaku heard a buzzing sound, his son hang up on him. "Two ungrateful sons...Wonder if Mikoto changed her mind about having a girl yet?" He set his phone down to go see if Mikoto was in the mood. He sure hoped for a daughter this time around.
' Tough Love'
Sasuke was dressed in a black business suit; his father wanted to take him to work today. It was either stay here in his stuffy room or go to work. Sasuke needed some good old fresh air.
His mother some how talk his father into letting Sasuke come along, he knew his father didn't want him there not without his mom doing something about it. Sasuke looked at himself in a body mirror, everything was in place. Sasuke turned around to see his back; he looked over his shoulder and saw some wrinkles. He began smoothing the wrinkles from his buttocks until there were no more to see. There was a knock to his bedroom door.
"Enter." He said with his hands still on his buttocks, he was now stretching the jacket over his rear. Mikoto was the one knocking, she entered and saw her son and what looked like him squeezing his own ass.
Mikoto smiled. I already have a daughter. She giggled at the thought. "Your ass looks fine, honey." She walked in front of Sasuke who was still looking at his ass.
Sasuke snorted, "Ass, huh." He never heard his mother cursed, she didn't reach the five fingers yet, she was on number two, and now number three when she said ass. He turned his head to her, his hands moved in front, fixed the front without looking at it.
"What do you think?"
He really enjoyed his mother's company; he was a lot more relaxed with her then with his father or his older brother. He loved the way she made him feel she could always get a laugh from him when no one could.
"Circle." Her finger twirling around, she eyed every inch of his suit. Sasuke did as he was told. He turned slowly, they did this a lot and knew what to do when one told the other to circle, every since he was younger, his mother came to him in a beautiful dress, he would always say 'circle' and it just stuck.
"It looks great Sasuke." She walked to his side and slipped her arm around his, her other hand fixed his collar. "Let's go see your father."
"Finally let's go." He said. Sasuke guided his mother down the stairs. When they reach the floor, Mikoto turned to Sasuke and smoothed the none wrinkles, "Try not to give your father a hard time." She whispered only to him.
Sasuke nodded and stepped to the side and walked past her. His father was opening the door and he left it opened of Sasuke, he paused to give his mother a last look and closed the door. A black limo was to take Fugaku and Sasuke to work. Fugaku was already in and patiently waiting for Sasuke.
' Tough Love'
Sasuke was bored, he watched his father work, a couple of people came and went, none of them interested him so he went back to staring out the window. His father kept glancing up at him a couple of times but he just went back to work. Sasuke's mind began playing a tune he's heard that just pops in whenever he was bored. He listened to it and his foot began to tap against the floor.
"Sasuke, do you mind?" Fugaku asked, the tapping was getting on his nerve. The sound continued, his eyes glared up from his work to see Sasuke's elbow on the window sill, his hand holding his head up, staring out the window, he couldn't see his son's foot but he surely could hear it.
"Mr. Uchiha you have a phone call on line 4." A secretary phoned him on the intercom.
Fugaku pushed the flashing button 4and picked the phone and place it to his ear; his eyes stared at Sasuke who was still doing what he was doing.
"Hello."
"Father I have a solution for Sasuke."
He could tell his Itachi was smirking. "And what would that be?"
"I called mother and she said Sasuke was with you, he'll be there in an hour." Itachi hang the phone up.
Fugaku did the same, he leaned back in his chair wondering what his first born was thinking about and who was this 'he' he was talking about. He hoped he was good, he had faith in Itachi, but it was running out.
Fugaku looked at the clock; he then looked at Sasuke for a couple of seconds and then went back to his paper work.
Sasuke glanced at his father, Itachi called. Well at least he knows about his 'baby.' He knew it was Itachi, his father would never lean back with it being a business call, and line 4 was family related. Mikoto wouldn't call, she probably thinks she would ruin bonding time with father and son.
Sasuke soon got up and walked to his father's office door, opening and leaving it open. He knew his mother told him to behave but that was no fun.
He was down the hallway when he heard a door being slammed. He smirked; the secretaries melted at the sight. Almost everyone looked at him, all of the girls, a couple of guys. He passed at guy who had an erection but he didn't glance at him or looked back at him.
"Mr. Uchiha!" A pink hair in a short skirt come jogging up to him, her hands were full with fax papers.
"Hi." She followed in step with him.
"Hn."
"So where are you goin-"
BANG///CRASH///BAM
Her sentence was interrupted, by someone. She looked over and saw a blonde, not just any blonde but a hot one!
The blonde didn't watch where he was going and he bumped into a cubicle and like dominions a couple more followed. It was far away but the noise pulled Sasuke to actually glance to see what's the commotion.
A blonde stood at the side, rubbing his neck. He had a tiny smile. A man came up to him, the guy yelled but soon calmed down, when the blonde started talking to him, everyone around him laughed.
The guy who yelled at him was now shaking his hand; he looked like he forgave the blonde, and the blonde still had a smirk as he glanced at the mess.
"Idiot." Sasuke went back to walking but mentally he was smiling on the inside, Sakura wasn't following. He didn't looked back to see her walk over to the blonde.
"Hi there!" She said once the blonde looked at her.
"Well hi to you too." He eyed her body.
She giggled, "My name is Sakura." She then bit her lower lip, to keep what she was thinking.
She was thinking about him biting her lip, beating her, tying her down on a bed… She may look like a normal gal but under neat she had a bondage fetish, or one who enjoys PAIN.
"Blossoms it matches you... Hey Blossom girl, where is Fugaku Uchiha's office?" he purred.
Blossom girl... She pointed over her left shoulder.
The blonde followed her finger, "Thanks I'll see you around." He passed her.
Crap! What's his name? Sakura turned, but he was already at Mr. Uchiha office, knocking on his door. She felt something running down her chin, her hand came up and wiped whatever it was. Blood stared up at her. She moaned at the sight. Her green eyes looked to the blonde who was entering the office. She smiled and turned, her skirt flowing around her, skipping to give the faxes to her boss.
"Mr. Uchiha. Hi how are you?" He firmly griped the other's hand.
"My son said you could get Sasuke to be more...responsible. Is that right?"
"It's no trouble at all, Mr. Uchiha. I just need some information about him and that's it."
"Well he's seventeen."
"Ahh so young." He pointed out; he was four years older then he.
"Umm yes he is and he's a genius so be careful, he loves to play mind games. The only person he listens to is his mother. He loves to aggravate me, and pisses his brother by wracking his car."
"Sounds like a handful." He was going to enjoyed this new challenge, Itachi knew he liked the challenges. He guessed that's why he'd hired him. He would love to say his middle name was challenging but then he would be called a lair.
"Yes he is. Oh I forgot to ask your name."
"Naruto Uzumaki...Just Naruto...no Mr. just Naruto." He flashed his pearl whites.
"How much is Itachi paying you?" He knew his son was paying him to deal with Sasuke, Itachi was throwing money at people who promised to change his little brother's attitude.
"He told me not to tell you, he made me promise. What's he look like?" If he was Itachi's brother then he must look like a hottie.
"I don't have a picture of him, nor in my wallet." His hands folded on his desk, his eyes stared at them. He wondered why he didn't carry a picture of Sasuke; he had one of Mikoto and Itachi, why not Sasuke?
Naruto looked closely at the sad face; it looked like he was contraindicating on something.
"Well it doesn't matter, I can always pick him out, he must look like you or Itachi."
"No he looks more like his mother," Fugaku snorted.
"Wow he must be beautiful, right sir?" He laughed, hoping to cheer Mr. Uchiha up.
The office door opened and Sasuke came back in with a pop in his hand; again leaving the door wide open. He flopped down in the same chair but it felt different… He looked over he shoulder, that blond haired moron was there and that means he was IN HIS LAP!!
"Shouldn't we get to know each other first?" The blond's hot air tingled against Sasuke's pale cheek.
To Be Continued.
I want 15 review before I start on Chapter 2.
Will anyways I come up with this story when I was doing 'Blood Surrender Chapter5' Sasuke is a spoiled brat who has good intension.