Silky strands of golden-blonde hair. Stunning cerulean-blue eyes. Satiny sun-kissed skin. These features haunted his every dream, plaguing him every morning, noon, and night. Driving him nearly insane.
He could remember the day it all began. It had been exactly one week, four days, three hours, five minutes, and six seconds ago, not that he was counting. He, Prince Uchiha Sasuke, heir to the Uchiha kingdom, had just returned from a diplomatic meeting. He was exhausted and frustrated, and none to happy about facing his adoring fan girls upon his homecoming. Brushing away an annoying lock of hair, he sighed unhappily as his regal carriage passed the rolling green country side.
A flash of gold and orange shining brightly amongst the dull scenery immediately catches Sasuke's attention. A young boy around the age of fifteen ran freely across the wide open pasture, a carefree smile plastered upon his round childish face. His horrid orange clothes were similar to rags, dirty, worn out, and several sizes too big for him. Inevitably, the sleeve of his shirt slipped down, offering Sasuke a delicious view of his creamy, tan shoulder. Swallowing nervously, he could feel a problem growing in his private area.
'This is ridiculous! I'm getting turned on by a mere peasant!' Sasuke thought angrily.
'Yeah but it's a very adorable, very sexy peasant.' An unknown voice reasoned.
All of sudden the carriage lurched forward, momentarily stuck in a hole, offering Sasuke longer time to stare at the blonde. Leaning in closer to the window, his breath hitched as the unknown peasant finally took notice of the carriage. Cerulean clashed with ebony as he locked eyes with the beautiful enigma. Drowning in his painfully innocent eyes, Sasuke could feel everything disappear from his stuffy hot seat to his giggling, perverted guardian Kakashi, leaving him alone with this angel. A surprising jolt tore him from his thoughts as the carriage began to move. Looking back, Sasuke could feel a sharp pain grip his chest as he drew further and further away from the peasant.
Feeling a small tap on his shoulder, Sasuke turned around only to meet the smirking masked face of his guardian. His eye turning to an upside-down U, Kakashi giggled perversely.
"See something interesting?" Kakashi asked, pointing to a tent in his robes.
It took all of Sasuke's self control not to throttle Kakashi that day.
Chapter One: A Lingering Memory
The Uchiha kingdom was a vast and prosperous land. It had thousands of acres worth of territory, a thriving economy, and most importantly, a powerful army. It was protected by damn-near impenetrable mountains and its surrounding lands were rich and fertile.
The citizens of this blooming kingdom were, of course, happy and content. They adored their blissful lifestyles and were grateful for their strict but fair rulers King Uchiha Fugaku and Queen Uchiha Mikoto. Their handsome son, young Prince Uchiha Sasuke, who was known for his cold beauty, was even worshipped by his many, many fangirls.
Indeed it was because of these many traits that neighboring kingdoms such as Oto envied the Uchiha kingdom greatly. However, even with all these facts, one citizen was quite unhappy. That citizen was none other than Prince Sasuke himself. In all honesty, Sasuke couldn't understand his discontentment. He had everything he needed and could ever want. He could have feast whenever he wanted, he was wealthier than any prince alive, and any girl would die just to have him look at her. And yet…
Sighing tiredly, Sasuke pressed his forehead against the cool window pane, his gaunt reflection staring hollowly back at him. His eyes had dark circles around them from immense lack of sleep. His dreams were always filled with the blonde peasant boy causing him to wake up at night only to take very long and cold showers. Watching the scarlet-sun slowly sink behind the horizon, he groaned as its last golden flares reminded him painfully of a certain boy.
'Arrgh! Stop thinking about him!' Sasuke scolded himself.
'I don't think you can stop thinking about him.' The mysterious voice replied.
'Yes I can! Watch me!' Sasuke stubbornly replied.
'You can't. Trust me. I am you after all.' The voice slyly answered.
Growling, Sasuke punched the nearby wall. His black eyes bleeding red with rage.
'Damn that blonde!' Sasuke cursed.
It all began and ended with the blonde. That annoying, cute little peasant with the startling blue eyes, the adorable whisker-marked cheeks, and damn, that fuckable body. God, it was so infuriating!
A sharp knock broke Sasuke from his musings as a low voice echoed behind the door.
"Sasuke, it's me, Kakashi! Open up!" the deep voice announced.
"Leave me alone Kakashi!" Sasuke snarled.
Slowly the door knob began to turn as the door itself began to open.
"What part of 'leave me alone' do you not understand?" Sasuke asked heatedly.
"If you really want to be left alone, you should really learn to lock your door." Kakashi replied smoothly.
"What do you want?!"
"Remember that peasant boy you were so interested in?"
'How could I not? Especially when his memory is torturing me morning, noon, and night!' "I wasn't interested!"
"Sure!"
"Get on with it Kakashi!"
"Yeah well, he's been caught trespassing. He's in the dungeon—"
Before Kakashi could even finish his sentence, Sasuke had bolted out of his room. Chuckling, he pulled out a certain orange novel. Silently wondering when Sasuke and that peasant boy would start taking a leaf from his Icha Icha Paradise series.