AU: This is my first attempt at writing again. Please review at the end and let me know what you think. ^_^
Naruto is 18 years old
Sasuke is 24 years old
I never understood why my family refused to tell me anything about my father. Like I wasn't ready to hear about it yet, or I would hate myself after knowing I was the son of some psychotic maniac or something. I knew that the anger I had towards my family was somewhat irrational and my actions at this point were none other than futile, but I stand by them in knowing that everything I have done up until this point has been pointless.
With much difficulty I was able to find out where my father lives and without hesitation, was able to leave my family with a taste of my hatred for their secrecy, while showing no remorse for how I left them without telling anyone where I was going after our dispute.
And here I stand, outside his front door, looking into the eyes of a young man who tells me that my father is dead.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, in my case – it's the only clue I have to finding my father.
In the picture he's in front of a white mansion, with a seemingly large mahogany door, standing next to a red convertible, wearing a business suit. I'm in his arms, wrapped in a blanket, starring at the red shiny object while he stares down at me, the biggest smile on his face. Conveniently enough there was a street sign nearing the edge of the picture, blurry as it may be it was nothing I couldn't figure out and with the help of Google maps I was well on my way to victory.
I gave my family a chance to redeem themselves, but they refused to tell me anything about him. The night I last spoke to them was the night I thought I would never see them again. After the fight was over I waited until everyone was asleep, packed a suitcase and slipped out unnoticed.
When I arrived it was like a dream. Seeing it in person was everything I expected it would be and better. Except for one detail…
As I approached the mansion my nerves started to kick in profusely. Sweaty palms and a shaking hand slowly connected to the doorbell. I sighed with relief, taking a step back – bracing myself.
What if he isn't home? I could just wait for him outside his doorsteps. What if he doesn't recognize me?
As the door opens, my train of thought diminishes and I come face to face with a young man. Slighter taller, but definitely in the same age group as myself, he peers at me with question in his sparkling blue-gray eyes. His pale complexion seems flawless and his demeanor seems demanding. With a button down light blue shirt, tailored pants with a belt hugging his waist he stares at me and all I can do is look in awe of him. His neck length hair seems thin, yet silky and I find myself wanting to brush my fingers through his –
"Can I help you?"
His low husky voice startles me and I suddenly realize I have yet to say anything.
"Sorry to disturb you – " I explain, "I was looking for this man."
Holding out the picture to the unknown beautiful man, he reaches out without hesitation – slightly brushing his soft hand against mine.
He looks at the picture and after a few seconds he looks back at me with the same questionable eyes he had the minute he opened the door.
"This man is dead."
I starred at the man who held the picture of my father and spoke with a slight quiver in my voice. "I'm sorry…He's what?"
"Dead." He repeated.
The man handed the picture back to me and as I reached out to take it a thought occurred. "How did you know my father?"
The young mans gray-blue eyes slightly widened, he looked me more fiercely and told me something I never imagined to hear.
"My brother," he said slowly, "was the one who killed him."
Longer chapters to come, hope you enjoyed! ^_^