I am an Uchiha.
I own enough acres of land, that if I really wanted to, I could start a country where I was king, tomatoes had their own holiday, the Uchiha fan was in every household, and all women (Excluding my mother) were illegal. And that's just the backyard of my mansion in Konoha, Japan. Which is only one of the many properties I have located in counties across the world such as France, Italy, United States, Sweden, etc. All adding up to an estimated four million acres. Beat that, John Malone.
That's right. Fuck you.
I graduated high school when I was twelve as the youngest valedictorian student in Konoha history. At the age of seventeen, I graduated at the top of my class from Stanford University with a PhD in business. Upon finishing school I worked for my father in the family business, Uchiha Corp., for two years, but left to start a business of my own after my father disowned my elder brother, Itachi.
He had been caught doing the dirty deed with his secretary. His very much male secretary. Father had been livid, firing, then throwing Itachi out into the streets and cutting him off completely. Leaving him to fend for himself. However, It was no fluke how Itachi had been unearthed so effortlessly.
He was, after all, an Uchiha.
Itachi had intentionally allowed himself to get caught. He had grown irritated by Father's overwhelming expectations, cold attitude towards us, and appalling parenting. Or lack thereof. He took it upon himself to escape the wretched chains that imprisoned him. Of course, he could have just up and left without a word but Itachi had always been a sadistic fucker. He had everything planned out and quickly booked the earliest plane ticket to Konoha.
Encouraged by my brother's rebellion, I, being the considerate son I was, saved Father his precious time by leaving to join my brother. Doing so before he found out that his youngest and last son also participated in the same acts of faggotry(1). I disown my father, not giving him the chance to strip me of my pride.
Nobody disowns Uchiha Sasuke.
My mother begged. Begged my father to be more open minded about his sons preferences, and begged that he allow us to return home. However, Mother eventually decided she has had enough of the stubborn Uchiha's old-fashioned lifestyle and set on getting a divorce.
"You were once my knight in shining armor," she had told him when he demanded an explanation, "But it turns out you were just a prick in tin foil." And then she bid him farewell, packed her bags and joined us in Konoha without so much as a second glance.
Like the fucking Queen that she is.
Father received a copy of the official documents that would finalize their divorce in the mail, her signature already written in her designated section. He also received a visit from our men in the middle of the night who professionally dug up the sakura tree that stood proudly in the front lawn. That tree was planted in honor of our family's life and my mother was determined to take it with her.
I imagine his expression when he discovers the impressive hole in the ground and smirk to myself.
Itachi and I became the Co-CEOs of Chidori Inc., the largest multinational technology company in the world. Daddy dearest had been outraged when his 'failure' offsprings had managed to surpass him in the business industry. Itachi, having thrown Uchiha ethics out the window, literally flew from Konoha to the Uchiha Manor just for the sheer purpose of laughing in his arrogant face.
Anyways, back to me.
With the help of Uchiha hygiene and years of Jujutsu that gave me a muscular and inevitably attractive figure, I received the title Sexiest Man Alive on People magazine. I had been approached by them to be the cover for their iconic 'award' multiple times in the past years but always declined, not particularly giving a fuck about such a pointless roll. The reason I accepted the reward this time around was because Itachi insisted that an Uchiha who hasn't been on the cover of People magazine is not a real Uchiha.
His threat to leak my number to the public may have contributed.
Despite deliberately shaming the Uchiha name, Itachi insisted on continuing some Uchiha traditions.
I don't need such a title. I know how good looking I am. Years of dealing with horny and desperate woman chase after me made sure of that. Men and women alike throw themselves at my feet like dogs, worshipping the ground I walk on as if it were the very purpose of their existence. The title was just to glorify the Uchiha reputation.
All in all, I am an Uchiha. We Uchiha will stop at nothing to fulfill our needs and wants. I grew up having everything I wanted handed to me on a silver– no, gold plater. Simply because no one ever dares to deny an Uchiha what they desire. However, if what we want isn't given to us, we find a way to take it. I may be an arrogant asshole but, well frankly, I couldn't give any less fucks.
I get whatever I want, whenever I want it. No questions asked.
If I wanted the Eiffel tower to be pink, the Eiffel tower will be pink.
If I wanted a unicorn, I'll get a fucking unicorn.
If I wanted a blonde haired, blue eyed, loud mouthed, idiotic street artist, you damn well better believe nothing will stop me from getting just that.
No is not an option.
"No." The blonde said decisively, his blue eyes turn away, focusing his attention to the couple he had been painting once again. I have to force the gadgets in my head to spin as they register his response.
"Come again?"
To Be Continued...
(1) I just really wanted to use that word.