AN: I should be writing my other stories…but I promised this and it was floating in my head for too long. Also, 1st person only for this chap. And welcome to a confusing prequel. Remember, the button that says reviews controls my actions…(also a warning for future chaps: view points change a lot.) sorry that it's jumpy...
This was an absolute mess. There was no doubt in his mind that this was all his fault in some way. Maybe if he retraced his steps, he could see where he went wrong. Probably at the very beginning knowing him.
It started when he was little and an idea came to him one evening when he was around the age of three.
He was sitting in a booster seat in the warm kitchen while his mom cooked and his dad crunched numbers, excitingly explaining them to him. He showed me how to multiply and divide, already having showed me how to add and subtract. It was a normal scene for my family, with them being the presidents of a huge company, managing numbers was no big deal. The spark that was in his dad's eye when ever he explained a math or science equation to him always fascinated him. Never mind the fact that I was too young to understand half of what he was saying. But no matter, I loved those times and that was probably why this happened. As Sasuke would call it, It was a sentimental dobe moment. And it would cost me dearly.
Seeing my dad so happy and the joy I took out of those times, a passion for learning grew in me and soon I was hounding my mom, dad, and nanny to teach me anything and everything. It started of with simple things like the basic things of science and reading, my math improving at a rapid rate thanks to my dad. But soon it changed from reading to writing and comprehension to respiration and photosynthesis. As my vocabulary and comprehension expanded, so did the number of books and subjects I read.
I grew up in a very different environment than most but I had no complains about it. But come when I was 6, my family could put it off no longer, I had to go to school. My mom was worried about me and how the knowledge I possessed would affect my interaction with kids my own age. So with a disappointed scowl, I was off to kindergarten.
Aside from singing the alphabet and playing outside, I wasn't a normal kid in kindergarten. Most of my time was spent in the library reading books and asking the teachers that watched us questions about anything that crossed my mind at the time.
Soon my teacher talked to my parents about how smart I was and soon, I was moved up a grade and didn't stop.
By the time I was a freshman in high school, I was only 9. And that is where it truly began. It all started when I met Fugaku Uchiha for the first time. At age 15, he was four years older than me, top of the class-until I came. At first we hated each other. He was an ass, thinking he was better than everyone and accepting the fact as if it was one of life. He was too quiet, too perfect and too god damn good looking. And that is what pissed me off, he had everything and yet, he acted like he had a stick up his ass and nothing was going to make him happy.
So as things like this goes, things happen and bam! I have a brand new best friend. As the years passed, we had fallen into a certain relationship. It turned out that I was smarter than Fugaku and usually wiser not to mention physically stronger. We didn't question things, it just was. We didn't think of the dynamics of our relationship until one of our classmates brought it up.
"It's weird, Naruto is younger but it seems like he's your older brother Fugaku. Sometimes I forget he's younger and you're not related with the way you guys hover over each other." sad to say, but Fugaku loved the idea and kept it. I was no longer only his best friend but his older brother, but younger. Don't worry it confused me too, but its just the way it is; no need to change it.
Fugaku met his wife when he was 13 but they weren't married until sixteen and then come the spring of Fugaku's 17th birthday, he was a father of one Itachi Uchiha, and me of course the proud uncle and godfather of the little tyke.
Sad to say I kind of spoiled the kid. When Itachi was six and I was 18, Sasuke was born. I was so happy another one to spoil. But then something happened and I couldn't stay. So I left.
I continued my education just the way I planed it. By the time I graduated college, I didn't know what to do with my life, there was so much more college could offer me I felt and so, I registered again and picked a new major and continued.
Of course I skipped over a few details but oh well. I've looked through my memories and can only think of one reason why this had gotten so out of hand, it was all Sasuke's fault.
But no, it is also my fault. But honestly, I didn't ask for them to fall in love with me.
Also, this little chap is basically the story I plan on writing along side this one. You have the basic facts, I'm just going to explain and add detail to it. Also change the ending to be a fu/naru one.