Southwest Suna, the most populated suburban area of a famous costal city. It is most well known for its stunning beaches, warm tropical weather, and fine dining establishments. There are a plethora of activities to partake in every single day, ranging from amusement parks to golf courses to shopping districts. With so many positive aspects, it is no surprise to anyone that such a region attracts many tourists, as well as residents. The elderly makes up a majority of this population. In other words, there are a lot of fucking snowbirds.

"What the hell! No way, there is no fucking way your merging into my lane right now you stupid son of a bitch!" a very enraged Uchiha Sasuke snarled, pressing down on the gas peddle of his black Hummer H2. "There is a better chance of me sucking off my 12th grade P.E. teacher than that!"

There was a groan of disgust from the passenger seat. "For Kami's sake teme, images! How did your mind come up with that anyways? Do you find big, busy eyebrows and bowl haircuts attractive or somethin?" the blond man known as Uzumaki Naruto questioned, watching the white Cadillac slowly begin to merge its way over into the nonexistent spot in front of their own automobile with amused cerulean eyes. "You know what, I don't even want to know. What's your big hurry anyways? It's not like we have anywhere we have to be, we're on paid vacation baby!"

"For one idiot, we're not on a vacation, my uncle sent us here to look for underground musicians," the raven-hair man grouched, laying on the horn as the previously mentioned car finally moved in front of them, practically stopping in the process. "Secondly, I for one do not want to keep having to deal with these old pieces of shit who couldn't drive if the whole world depended on it!"

"Eh eh eh bastard," the other man chastised, propping his feet up on the dashboard and waggling his finger in the air "aren't you always the one telling me to respect my elders? You can't be a hypocrite, it's not fair."

Sasuke responded with a simple 'hn' noise in his throat and turned his attention back to the road. In all three northbound lanes, luxury cars (one of which was the individual who had seemed hell-bent on getting in front of them) drove at least ten miles under the speed limit, blocking any other traffic from passing. On one side of his SUV there was a minivan chock full of little runts, and on the other an elderly man who looked like he was barely conscious swerved all over the road. The prospect of driving by either of these vehicles made Sasuke rather wary, but he had no choice but to continue on.

Coming to Suna had not been the raven-haired man's choice. His uncle and boss, Uchiha Madara, had made a hasty decision to send two of his best talent scouts to the city after hearing of some of the great finds other agencies had discovered there.

"Akatsuki," the man had declared "is the current leader in recruiting the newest and most noteworthy artists in this industry. We cannot let our reign be ended by letting our competition sign all the individuals in this newly found underground music scene. Uzumaki, Sasuke, you two are my best agents. I expect great results from the search you will perform in Suna over the next three months."

"What?" the two other occupants of the room chorused, one in excitement, the other in horror.

"No way man! You're sending us to Suna? As in one the most desirable places to live in the country?" the blond gasped, practically bouncing up and down in his seat.

"Would I ever lie to you Naruto?" Madara has questioned, mirth dancing through his strange maroon eyes.

There was a pause from the tan man as he contemplated the question. "Eh, probably,' he responded with a shrug, "but I'm just going to give you the benefit of the doubt here."

A creepy laugh filled the room and Naruto immediately stopped bouncing to stare at the elder Uchiha. Sasuke too stopped his brooding momentarily to glance at his uncle.

The only noise or movement for a few more seconds came from Madara, who calmed down from his fit of hysterics and wiped fake tears from his eyes. Clearing his throat and then readjusting his custom-tailored Armani suit, the male once again began to speak. "Alright boys, your flight leaves tomorrow at seven A.M. so I suggest you take the rest of the day off to pack your belongings and say sayonara to your loved ones. I don't expect to see you back here until January."

With a joyful cry, Naruto rose from his seat and practically ran out of the executives' office. Even through the closed mahogany door, both Uchiha could hear the exuberant cries of "HELL YEAH, I'M GOING TO SUNA BITCHES!"

A small smirk graced Madaras' pale pink lips as he turned to his young nephew, the boy he had practically raised as his own son. "Now my little Saucy-Chan, do you want to tell me what has gotten your panties in a twist or do I need to call Izuna to drag it out of you?"

Puffing out his cheeks in a childish manner and slouching in his chair at the mention of the man who had acted as his mother for years, Sasuke just made a low noise in his throat before mumbling a 'no.'

"Well, tell me what is bothering you then sweetie," the older of the two cooed, rising from his bulky leather chair to move closer to the other and beginning to pet his hair.

"For one, I hate when you call me that, I'm not nine anymore," the younger snapped, slapping the hands that brushed against his hair away.

"Your so mean to your uncle," Madara pouted, pulling away his arms and then crossing them over his chest.

"And second of all," Sasuke continued, ignoring the guilt-trip that was aimed towards him, "where do you get off thinking that you can just send me off to some random part of the country? I'm not just your employee to thrust around as you please, I'm a fricken' college student too! I can't just skip all my classes, how am I supposed to pass my exams if I never show up? You knew all this when your hired me uncle!"

The CEO of Akatsuki Records and Uchiha Inc. blinked owlishly for a few moments before beginning to once again stoke his nephews' wild tangle of locks. "I have already taken care of the matter, you are to just take your courses from your laptop. You always complain how most of the professors you have are not up to par anyways, so now the ability to teach yourself is available. Based on my previous perceptions on you and your views, I take this will please you."

Sasuke let out a soft sigh before once again pushing Madaras' limbs away and standing up. "I guess that will work, although I doubt I will get anything done with that idiot bouncing around all the time."

"Do not fret, I'm sure he will be compliant to your wishes. You two are very close friends, yes?" the older of the males asked as he moved back towards his desk.

"I wouldn't call what we have a friendship uncle."

"Nevertheless," the business tycoon stated softly "I doubt he will be staying around the house during the day. The beach is very nice around the area in which you are going, and that boy seems like a person who would enjoy spending time there."

"I suppose," Sasuke muttered, brushing away some of the ebony bangs that had blocked his vision due to his uncles ruffling.

"Now that we have that issue cleared up," Madara said, his voice reverting back to that of a businessman rather than a father figure "I suggest you run along home to Izuna, I'm sure he will want to spoil you to death before your flight tomorrow. Uzumaki should arrive to our residence at 4 A.M. tomorrow morning; the tickets are laying on the table in the entryway. When you arrive in Suna, there will be a vehicle waiting on the third level in the ramp, blue section, number 105. The key is hidden under the hood and directions to the residence should be in the glove compartment."

With a curt nod, Sasuke smoothed out the invisible wrinkles in his shirt and made his way towards the door that would lead him out of his uncles' office.

"Oh, and Sasuke," the elder Uchiha called "I know you don't particularly like SUV's, but trust me, you will be thankful once you get on the road."

The younger responded with a confused look and a "yes uncle" before exiting the room and making his way towards the elevators that would take him to the lobby of the building.

After dealing with Naruto and his enthusiasm much too early in the morning, along with slow elderly people in the line for security, slow elderly people taking off their shoes and other articles of clothing in security, slow elderly people walking to the gate, slow elderly people getting on the plane, slow elderly people bitching on the plane throughout the seven hour flight, slow elderly people getting off the plane, and slow elderly people at the baggage claim, one could say Sasuke had become sick of aged population. After spending a half an hour searching for the damned automobile, the two men had stumbled upon the Hummer and Sasuke had practically thrown a hissy fit. His uncle had not been kidding about the fact that they were to drive around in a large vehicle. The brunet had grouched about the fact the whole time in which they had loaded the luggage into the back of it- the space was surprisingly small for such a bulky piece of machinery- but as soon as he had hit one of the main highways, he saw why it was necessary.

Apparently all of the snowbirds (plus a few more old residents, Sasuke swore that they multiplied like rats) on the plane thought it was okay for them to drive with their slow reflexes and bad eyesight. They had a tendency to drive many miles under the speed limit and swerve between lanes on the highway. Two white cars battling to straddle the centerline was not an uncommon sight as wasn't the action of one of the said cars stopping at a green light. It took a significant amount of concentration and effort in order not to get in an accident, both of which Sasuke did not feel like giving.

Releasing an annoyed sigh as the group of cars he was in- still mashed between the minivan, old woman, and oh-so-speedy luxury cars- rolled to a stop at a red light, the brunet ran his fingers through his sweaty locks and glanced over at Naruto. The blond was staring intently at the old woman as she picked her nose with a bony, wrinkly finger. Cringing in disgust, Sasuke turned to look out his own window at the children in the minivan.

There had to be at least several more kids than there were seatbelts for, with their ages ranging from what looked like 17 to under 2. The runts were crawling all over the place, like spiders in an abandoned house, pressing their faces and hands up against the windows. Even with the windows of the Hummer rolled up and the music playing at a low level, he was able to hear the screeching that resonated from the vehicle. Their mother, an older woman with graying hair pulled into a sloppy bun, seemed to be angrily screeching at someone on the other end of her cell phone while shaking her arm around in the backseat to chastise the misbehaving animals.

Suddenly, one of the kids, a boy who looked to be around 10, looked directly at Sasuke and stuck out his tongue. The Uchiha sneered at the child and shot him a dirty glare, only to have a raspberry blown at him in response. An intense rage began to boil in his gut, so he turned up the dial on the glare meter from 'moderately annoyed' to 'pissed.' The youth just grinned and turned his back to the older man before pulling down his pants and briefs to reveal a small ass. Sasuke froze in his seat for a few moments before the situation hit him fully.

A child just fucking MOONED him!

With an angry snarl, Sasuke slammed the button to roll down the window of the truck to give the little shit a piece of his mind. Just as he was about to start his tirade, the young boy flipped him the bird and the minivan drove away with a lurch. Slamming his smooth hands down hard on the steering wheel, the brunet let out a long string of curses escape his lips. His elegant eyebrows were drawn in frustration and he was about to slam his hands down once again when a loud honk from the car behind broke him out of his reverie.

"Uh, bastard, I don't know what's gotten you to riled up, but the lights green. I think maybe we should 'put the pedal to the metal' as they say," the blond spoke, motioning towards the light with his large tan hands as cars drove around them, sending dirty looks as they passed.

Growling at his passenger and mumbling something inaudible, Sasuke slammed his foot down on the gas and the Hummer lurched forward once again.


An hour later, Sasuke found himself pulling into the courtyard of a large mansion. No doubt one of Madara and Izunas' many properties scattered around the globe, it was no shock to find the Uchiha crest etched onto one of the stone fence posts.

"Holy mother of ramen teme! Is this seriously where we are staying?" Naruto gasped, mouth open and gaping like a suffocating fish and he took in the sights.

"It would seem so, although this obviously isn't one of the more high-end houses," the Uchiha muttered, staring warily at the rust-incrusted metal bench that was situated in the middle of a few untrimmed hedges.

"Ha! You must be joking! This place looks amazing!" the blond cried, pawing at the door of the truck as it pulled to a stop near the entrance. The tan man exited the vehicle and raced around the courtyard looking like a kid in a candy store.

With a quiet sigh, the raven too got out of the vehicle, albeit at a slower pace. He unlocked the rear door and proceeded to remove his duffel bag and backpack before moving towards the front door to the house. "Dobe, hurry up and get your bags so I can lock the damn truck."

Glancing over his shoulder to double check the idiot was doing as he asked, Sasuke dug the keys out of his own bag before thrusting them into the lock. It took a bit of effort, but he finally managed to unlock the mechanism and open the door. Surprisingly, there was no dust that covered any of the furniture and the ceiling seemed free of any cobwebs that would usually appear when a house went unlived in for an extent of time, as this one had. With an unconcerned shrug, he entered the building and made his way over to where he knew the bedrooms were located. He heard yet another gasp of excitement from Naruto as he entered the house.

"Sasuke bastard, this house is amazing! I mean, not as cool as the one you have back in Konoha but it's still pretty far up there on the scale," the man stated, marveling at anything his eyes landed on.

The Uchiha had to agree, his uncles really had outdone themselves whilst designing and decorating the establishment. The house was located on a prime piece of real estate right off of the ocean. It had an open design with a minimal amount of walls, aside from those in the bedrooms and bathrooms that is. The ceilings were high, as were many of the windows, giving the occupants a view of the lanai, yard, and coast beyond that. The shell of the house was able to be removed and thick curtains dropped down, letting the sea breeze bluster through the home, but not allowing the cool air to escape. All appliances and electronicnics were extremely modern, despite the fact that the house had not been used for quite some time. The furniture was made out of the best materials and complemented the light colors of the woodworking and paint well.

Responding with only a short noise from his throat, the raven-haired man continued on his way, hoping the other man would realize to follow him. Luckily for Sasukes' patience, Naruto did and managed to stop his ever-running mouth.

Mere seconds passed when Sasuke pointed to an off-white door. "This," he said curtly "will be your room for the duration we stay here. That," he said, pointing to a second door a few feet away and across the hall "will be mine. You were informed that I do have to work on my studies during the day, so please do not disrupt me for anything but an emergency if the door is closed. Understand?"

With a dubious nod, the other tan man entered his room silently and the brunet continued onto his own. Blinding throwing his bag and backpack onto the floor, he immediately turned around to go scout the kitchen for any sort of food. Due to the time difference between Konoha and Suna, it was quite late in the afternoon by the time they arrived. Sasuke felt rather sleepy- he blamed it on jetlag- and too lazy to go out grocery shopping or even to a fast food restaurant that evening. Whatever he could manage to scour up for dinner would have to do.

He entered the room and stifled a yawn as he made his way toward the refrigerator. Yanking the stainless-steel door open, the raven was surprised to find it chock full of different types of meats, cheeses, vegetables, and many other types of sustenance. There were also two pre-made meals sitting innocently on the shelf with a note with his name written sloppily across the top. A little shocked, he removed the meals and placed them on the counter before reading the message.

Saucy-Chan,

I know just how sleepy you get after spending your day traveling, so your papa and I assumed you would appreciate it if we had the housekeepers do some shopping before your arrival. I hope whatever meal was thrown together will suit your needs for tonight. Hopefully you will meet the house sitters tomorrow and be pleasantly surprised. Do not forget to call after you have eaten so we do not worry.

Love Always,

Madara and Izuna

With a slight grunt, Sasuke pocketed the note and unwrapped one of the two plates. It was stacked high with a few types of ongiri, as well as several slices of tomato. Smirking slightly at some of his favorites, he consumed his meal in silence before rinsing the plate and gently placing it in the dishwasher. The man returned the second plate to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water from the shelve. Cracking open the seal on the lid, the brunet dimmed the lights and returned to his bedroom, checking in on Naruto first to let him know of the dinner that was left for him in the kitchen.

After brushing his teeth and changing into a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, Sasuke grabbed his cell phone and dialed the number of his uncle Izuna. The line was connected following several rings but it was not his papa who answered the phone.

"The fuck you want kid?

"Uhh, Uncle Madara?" Sasuke questioned quietly as he picked at a piece of lint on the bedspread he was situated on.

"Who else would it be?" the other man questioned, an irritated tone playing through his unusually gruff voice.

"Did I interrupt something? I-I mean you told me to call you after I ate in that note, s-so…" the younger Uchiha stuttered.

There was a snort from the other end of the line before a reply "The first time you're away from the house in weeks and you expect that we wouldn't be doing anything Saucy-Chan? Shame on you and your naivety if you really believe that."

Sasuke felt his face flush a pale pink "I-uh, I can let you go now if it's a bad time."

"No, no," grouched, and the raven could imagine his uncle waving his hands in a disregarding manner "now that you've ruined the moment, we may as well talk. Izuna has been going on about you anyways." There was a slight rustling noise and a voice, which Sasuke presumed was Izunas' demanded Madara put the speakerphone on. "Sheesh little brother, you act like such a woman sometimes."

"Hi papa," Sasuke muttered lowly, his blush slowly beginning to reside.

"Hey sweetie how was your flight?" Izuna cooed through the line.

"It was fine papa, just a bunch of stupid old people made it kind of suck." The sound of laughter from the two men on the other side of the line made Sasuke cringe slightly. So they obviously knew about the amount of elderly people before and didn't tell him. Fabulous.

"So Saucy, are you happy about having that Hummer at your disposal now that you've experienced Suna driving first hand?"

The young raven felt an angry feeling full his belly at the thought of that stupid kid who mooned him from the minivan, but thought better than telling his makeshift parents about it. They would probably just laugh at his expense anyways. "Yeah, it's fucking terrible! Worse thing I've experienced in a long time."

More snorts followed this admittance and Sasuke leaned back against the pillows of his bed, eyelids drooping dangerously low. "I would have to agree that it's pretty bad, but nothing compared to some of the other shit I've seen."

"I-I bet Madara," the young man replied in a sleepy tone of voice.

"Seems like your getting tired Sasuke, I think it's time we let you get to sleep sweetie," Izuna crooned in his 'mother-hen' tone of voice.

"Alright," the brunet muttered, slipping under the covers and reaching over the switch off the bedside table lamp. "I'll let you two return to whatever vulgar activities you were partaking in before I called."

"It's called sex, Sasuke. You should try having some once in awhile, it really releases stress."

Hearing his other uncle scold Madara for his rude comment, the youngest in the conversation continued on "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I will talk to you guys again soon. Goodnight."

After hearing a chorus of goodnight and promising to call Izuna tomorrow, Sasuke ended the call and set his phone on the nightstand. Resting his head against the feathery softness of his pillow, the man drifted off into the tender caresses of sleep.

TBC


A/N: Yes, I'm starting a multiple chapter fic while also continuing Mellifluous Susurruses. Hopefully this one will be well received! Itachi will show up either in chapter 2 or 3. Please review if you liked this and would like me to continue!

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Naruto or any characters associated with the series. The plot, however, is my own.