Not sure if people read the authors notes but this is important to read before continuing on. This is a VERY different fan fiction. AU and sort of a brain child of mine. It is sort of centered on sports and I know some people don't like sports or appreciate it, but I can understand and even take out the boring details it takes to understand any sport and just get the bare facts out. I have seen people go into to much detail and basically bore a reader to death. So basically I'll try to throw in appeal.
Lastly, sorry for the grammar. Enjoy otherwise :D! Another warning, I am not a writer by trade or talent. First story for me too!
Sakura, a former champion Ice Skater, and an aspiring Speed Skater by the name of Sasuke find their fates crossed when they must depend upon each other for a common goal. Both are impaired by different circumstances but can they succeed together? [AU]
Two black clad male figures approached the skating rink, nearly identical if it were not for one having a long dark pony tail sticking from one of the helmets they both wore. On each shoulder and on the back was the proud emblem of the Uchiwa, only the finest of Uchiha athletes got to wear it with pride. Upon their arrival were shouts and jeers from the crowd who came to watch the rare event of the two brothers race together in an official race. The younger one, missing the pony tail, worked hard to get as far as he did, to be professional level and to get on the same race ice as his older sibling. Two other racers joined the two finely honed Uchiha speed skaters, but they all knew the crowd was mostly excited to see the two brothers officially race together. Each racer took their marks at the starting line, holding it like a long held breath till the gun fired to signal the start of the race.
Instantly the eldest, Itachi, sprung forward and head the pack, truly his style and technique off the line was one to admire and made others near by look like amateurs. Sasuke, the youngest, pumped his legs quick and for the most part took up the second held place after bobbling and out maneuvering a fellow racer along the corner of the short track rink. Inky black eyes peered out from the clear Oakley sport lenses to spy his older brothers progress in the race, He seemed so close but yet so far ahead. Feeling the competitive drive, he pushed his legs to new levels just to get faster, to catch up! At 35 miles per hour, doing one-eighty hair pin turns, the race was in its full swing and Sasuke got closer and closer, ignoring the burn in his muscles and the laboring wheezing of his breath, he could only envision his skates passing that line before his brothers.
Sasuke's skates snagged a rook in the otherwise smooth ice and lost control along the straight away of the race track and collided with the ice, he would slid along his side motionlessly knowing it was fruitless getting up with his exhausted legs. A loud echoing 'oooo' sounded from all along the crowd which quickly mixed with cries of panic and gasps as a fellow speeder was unable to avoid the fallen Uchiha in time and joined him on the ice. Sasuke felt a sneering pain rocket through his lower leg but his attention did not follow with the injury or a second initial collision that would happen when the pair eventually slid into the cushioning walls of the rink, no... they followed the Uchiwa fan on his brothers back and the pony tail that seemingly was waving him goodbye.
This event would change Sasuke's life forever.
He would return to the rink daily during his recovery eying the ice, watching his so call friends he had who he practiced with till he was deemed recovered, even then the prognosis of his injury was dark, it was not likely he could return to top shape but the young man of eighteen ignored the doctors and kept his eyes on his goal that did not change. With a missing chunk missing from his leg which had taken some muscle and left a ugly, deformed scar upon his otherwise perfect athletic figure. He had his fans still, the girls his age mostly but the sport still sought out Itachi to be a headliner as the icon for the sport itself, not just for fire country. When anybody thought of Speed Skating around the world, they envision Itachi and his signature ponytail sticking from his helmet and the Uchiwa emblem of the family which seemed to breed champions. Itachi broke world records, showed poise which made him admired by all as a champion of all sorts of races of various lengths in distances.
To Sasuke, Itachi was unbeatable and perfect, a god. He was named by the media as the Prince of Speed Skating of the likes which only one other figure seemed to hold any sort of title for the sport: The Yellow Flash of a generation ago. Itachi got his Olympic gold medals, swept all the races he ever entered for all the offered lengths of distances: the 500, 1000, 1500, and 2000, meters. He awed all as being the sports progeny. Sasuke got media exposure by being a Uchiha, but in the shadows who showed the same sort of promise for success, he won the same sort of lower level championships his brother had won only a few years earlier, and seemed to show the same sort of ease while doing so. After the incident however, he was dubbed as the Fallen Prince.
Their family had a long tradition of Olympic champions, dating to the beginning of such games a good hundred and fifty years in whatever sport they took on. The brothers parents were Olympic Champions in their own right, Their mother Mikoto was an ice dancing champion. Her grace and beauty carried over into her life as a mother as if it was innate and natural. Their father Fugaku was captain of the famous Hockey team who beat the undefeated and seemingly unbeatable Hockey team of Snow Country twenty years ago. Both parents took on to being coaches for their sports, but the families real business was to continue this tradition. It only seemed natural in this era that the same family had their endless Olympic champions when they owned the largest sports plex in the modern world. All sports were practiced and coached by their experts in this up to date, modern facility.
This brings Sasuke to where he was now, sitting in the stands observing the practice while he was lacing up his skates for the first time in months. Next to him was his overly concerned but encouraging friend Naruto. They have been friends since they were in diapers, so Sasuke knew how to tune out his loud friend when he got to obnoxious about his ramen obsession and boobs. "Let's go dobe."
The two walked onto the ice in their admirably skin tight body suits, wearing it as if it was a natural skin of theirs. The girls that were getting off the ice and stuck around to observe not just their skills- what else would teenage girls look at in such situations? Sasuke ignored the stares and whispers, its no secret what his prognosis for his injury was but he wanted to prove it wrong.
The youth Speed skating team was coached by the Yellow Flash, Narutos father, and the practice and warm up was going fine for Sasuke till he and the others took to the line to start a race. At first Sasuke blamed his lack of conditioning and practice for his inability to launch fast enough off the line to be competitive on the track, but soon it became apparent over a series of weeks he had just not the physical ability anymore... the prognosis was as serious as it was thought for his career.
After one practice race, Sasuke skated to the exit early after one (normal) terrible start off the line durring practice and walked into the locker rooms, by passing all the usual fangirls of his and closed himself off into his personal locker room with a visibly upset aura. One red headed girl kept on his tail and approached him with a sultry roll of her hips. "Sasuke-kun..." she murr murred. She was another speed skater, all geared up still in her skin tight suit, much like the male. But he was busy punching a near by locker to notice.
"Karin..." He responded while pulling his fist from an indented metal locker and whipped around to face her.
"I know you are upset...it isn't your fau-"
"you know nothing, Karin." She advanced upon him and wrapped her arms around his neck loosely, toying with the zipper that started behind his neck. She held her smirk as she slowly tugged down the zipper while her hips seemed to have glued themselves to his to make emphasis on her point.
"Instead of taking it out on the locker, why not on me?" She couldn't help but giggle sweetly at how Sasuke seemed to have seriously thought of the proposition, when he did not show resistance in more of her advances, she had her answer.
First she took off his skates for him, pealed off the body suit in a rough manor and allowed him to do the same for her. They meandered into the adjoining shower where he roughly took her against the shower wall, she enjoyed every moment of it as her wet hair stuck to her body, and to the way the cold tiles felt in contrast to how hot he felt inside her. Sasuke's frustrations were spent roughly pounding into the girl, and she wasn't to bad looking anyways but she was merely a willing participant. Sasuke was ruthless, young, and arrogant... he was also hedonistic in everything he did. The water rippled over the muscles of his athletic form while he pushed her by the thighs against the wall of the shower, only then he had full access to the deepest of her depths.
Eventually he found himself at his end. He pulled out from her and released himself upon her stomach and chest with a final moan. Sasuke let go of her and she wobbled to the floor of the shower where she licked him clean as if she were worshiping him, and begging for more. He pulled away from her when he noticed the time and walked out of the shower with a towel to dry off with.
Sasuke quickly threw on some street clothes from his bag. "I got to go." He announced when Karin questioned where he was going and left unceremoniously and obviously distracted by his next scheduled event for the day.
He left her there after that, grabbing his keys, bag and everything he used stuffed inside of it. Getting to his new sleek, but modest, black Volkswagen GTI He tossed his bag into the trunk and sped from the parking lot towards home. By home, it is technically a whole estate, a gated off hunk of land outside the big city of konoha where branches of his family owned mansions that were tucked away in forests or surrounded by golf courses- depending upon the mansion owners taste. This whole district was the Uchiha District, only Uchiha's lived there.
Taking the twisting roads, over scenic bridges and beautiful lakes, he reached his families place and parked along the wrap around driveway. The moment he entered he was ushered to the dinning table where his mother and father were waiting for their two children to arrive. "Hello, Sasuke-chan." Came Mikoto's warm voice as she went and hugged her youngest son and Fugaku merely nodded his greeting. The three sat down and waited for Itachi to arrive while Mikoto spoke to Sasuke. She basically was asking him how practice went where he sharply told her it was the same as always, it was a little fib but she knew better than that, she can read when he son was frustrated and faced up to the facts of his condition.
A servant announced that Itachi arrived and Fugaku mumbled something along the lines of 'finally'. Mikoto stressed the importance of family dinners and didn't want to eat with out everyone present. Itachi finally made it to the room and sat down after apologizing for being late with a smile on his face. Both Sasuke and father looked at Itachi strangely before diving into their food.
Near the end of the meal, Itachi took his fork and dinged it against the glass he had and stood up.
"I have an announcement to make." This made everyone at the table look up to him from their meals. "I got my acceptance into the School of my choice. I'm going to retire from Speed Skating and move into my dorm later this week." Mikoto seemed excited for her son and smiled brightly as any proud parent would. Sasuke's eyes were down at his plate where he toyed with his food. Fugaku was calm, but he had a pressing question.
"is it what we discussed? Cambridge, right?"
Itachi didn't pause but he put the letter from his hind pocket onto the table. "No, I want to go to Meisner."
Sasuke only groaned with a hand to his forehead. This was the shit that was eventually going to hit the fan, he knew it was coming one day, and that day was today. Mikoto merely lowered her eyes, knowing she couldn't defuse this.
"Meisner? That will be a waste of money, Do you know how hard I worked to earn all that money in the trust fund?"
"I don't need your trust fund. I won the full scholarship and I got endorsements lining up..." Itachi replied calmly enough.
"I thought we were over that artistic bull crap, a real future is in business." The business of taking over when Mikoto and Fugaku wanted to retire, the Uchiha boys knew this well.
"I don't see what is the big probl-"
"Why can't you be a good son and go to a normal University and get your B.A in anything that will actually help you in the future?" He rose his voice. "I will not have you rebel now..."
"You have Sasuke now." This is when Sasuke's fork stopped pushing things on his plate and he looked right to his father with a blink of cluelessness as to where Itachi was going with the argument.
That is when Fugaku went silent, his eyes narrowed threateningly, Itachi got him in a corner he didn't want to be in and Itachi was going to win this either way. "You know he can't."
"Can't what." Both Sasuke and Itachi said, though the former said it in form of a question. The younger sibling was seemingly left out of a loop that was strictly between father and eldest son.
"...The damn boy is practically crippled!"
The chair skidded against the floor of the dinning room as Sasuke suddenly stood up and the fork in Sasuke's hand dropped with a clatter to the table. The long blue-ish black bangs hid his eyes while his lips were pulled into a solid frown. By no means has anyone called him that ever, that word didn't even cross his mind! He walked quickly out of the dinning room table and went straight for the stairs where his loft of a bedroom was. He locked himself inside and blasted the heaviest of music from his sound system.
The thumping was heard through out the mansion, the three still remaining were staring at each other with nothing more to say.
"I'll be packing now." Itachi finally announced and excused himself from the table and went to his own designated part of the mansion leaving a very red faced Fugaku and teary eyed Mikoto behind.
In Sasuke's room, he had his pants leg rolled up on the right side while his fingertip fiddled with and traced the 'crippling' damage. It was no easy thing to look at but once looking at it a few times for him, he was accustomed to seeing it. He couldn't run any faster than a jog, so the sprinting needed in Speed Skating was lost... he really was a crippled speeder. As a cripple speeder, he may as well retire as well- and with out any Olympic title a traditional Uchiha inclined to sports would have. That fact was the main reason why his father couldn't expect him to be a decent replacement heir. Replacement: even that word got him angry. Was he always the plan B? Not now apparently.
His emo trip-line of thought was cut short when his music was turned off by his mother holding the remote. She had used her spare key to get in since knocking at his door would do no good, she hated having to sort to such measures though. "Sasu-chan." She said with absolute pity for what had transpired at dinner. She joined him on the bed and wrapped her arms around him but he stayed solidly to himself till after a few seconds he shrugged her off of him."He really didn't mean that, Sasu-chan."
"He is right though."
"Don't say that! You just need to find something else. You're still young." She paused. "I know it is rough with all the expectation from the family clan, and from your father specially. He wants to pass on his family business to his sons and live out his life with out care with me. Itachi is simply doing what he wants for once and your father really didn't mean what he said." She rubbed his shoulders and smiled to him. "Just don't give up."
"I want to be left alone." Was Sasuke's quick and frustrated response.
Mikoto sighed and left her son there to brood, she couldn't do much else about the matter knowing how competitive Sasuke got. That night Mr. Uchiha slept in the guest house, Mrs. Uchiha made sure of it.
End of chapter one!
This first chapter feels very rushed to me. But it basically explains the situation on Sasuke's side. Chapter two will have Sakura.
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