A/N: This is a special birthday present to my buddy, hope you like, they actually helped me with this story so give them some credit. Their name is BitterSweetNess2. They don't have any stories yet, but you can count them in on this one, they literally helped me write half of it! Happy Birthday!
Summary: Itachi is a top line designer for Uchiha corp. and is very much unaware he een had a little brother so when his secretary quits and a 17-year old named Sasuke applys for the job, he does his research but not before falling for the stoic little raven.
Rating: T for now, probably will change to M.
Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimto owns this anime and these characters, not me maybe one day i'll make my own anime with crazy hot bros.
Itachi came from a long line of fashion designers. His mother was one and his father was more of the tax collecter. Either way he was raised to be apart of the business but all he knew was his uncle Madara, He didn't have a single memory past the age of 14.
As far as he was concerned he was an only child, no siblings whatsoever, he was a normal 21 year old male fashion designer that did more paperwork than designing, but he had his hits. He was skilled in the more lingerie type of styles. Most said for such a stoic young man he had quite the imagination.
Madara was his uncle and he was nice he just had strange methods of doing things. That's why he was in the more secluded sides of the Uchiha corp, he was still famous for his spikey long hair dark red eyes and bags under his eyes, moreover his looks and oddity.
Itachi was with his uncle for a reason he didn't quite know, most said his parents never wanted him, it didn't matter either way, they where dead anyways.
Madara was the only one he opened up to, he had a brother, uncle Izuna they where very close. The two brothers where inseperable nearly joined at the hip. Izuna was everything to Madara, as Madara was to Izuna. Izuna was very carefree and selfless he would die for his family even if they felt nothing towards him. He always smiled unlike Madara who quizzed everything. Only on rare days when he and Izuna had spent time together did he smile.
Itachi was no idiot, he saw the looks, the sweet passionate embraces, he saw that those simple kisses on the cheek meant a lot more than they where supposed to. And it upset him, that even Madara was close to someone. Even if that person was his own brother at least he had somebody.
Itachi was a loner, he was fawned over by many people, girls and boys of all gender and personalities claiming they had an undying love for him, he never felt anything towards them. Until he met one person. They where happy to meet him, but they obviously didn't like him all that much.
Itachi was drawn towards that person for that very reason.
Deidara.
The blonde was hyper, enthusiastic, intelligent, naive, and overall happy. Everything Itachi wasn't and he found himself yearning for that person wanting to share the emotions Deidara had that he didn't. He wanted to feel what Deidara could feel. He ended up dating the blonde and he smiled for once, but Madara knew what was going on.
Madara knew Itachi was only trying to fill the void that had grown in his heart. Deidara was nothing but a replacement for what his heart really wanted, a lover that would understand him not just want him. And as he had predicted Deidara left him. The long-haired blonde left him for some kid.
Itachi was heart-broken, he had neer expected this he had gone rougue the hurt he felt blended with all the pent up emotions he had and he actually cried, but Madara knew it wasn't for that blonde prick, but for the love he had been gien a small taste of. He knew Ittachi yearned for that feeling and being given the smallest lap at the nector had led him on a chase.
A chase for someone to truly love him. Deidara had been his secretary, nothing more and the two stayed very far away from eachother not wanting anything to do with the other. The more Madara thoguht about it he wondered what it was like to feel so closely distant to someone.
The blonde was estactic when Itachi asked him out, he said yes immediatley and the two where inseperable for months. Itachi had trruly trusted Deidara, gave him sweet affection and got more of the taste of that beautiful nector, and he felt meaning run back into his vains, he was smiling laughing and he gave everything he could to Deidara.
Deidara had loved Itachi, Madara knew that much but not in the way he loved Izuna the love Madara and Izuna shared was wrong, immoral, and sick but the two couldn't have it any other way. Madara was nothing without Izuna, their love was rough and more than a bumpy road, but it stayed strong.
Itachi craved that kind of love, but all he got was small tastes of it before just as quickly it was ripped away his heart shattered into peices, he had given everything to Deidara and he just dumped him like a peice of trash, it infuriated Madara greatly, knowing his nephew was hurting, but tried to keep void of it all. In a fit of anger he had fired Deidara claiming he screwed up a very important order and fired him on the spot.
Deidara had not been expecting that, he knew Itachi was a very stoic man, he didn't know that he had hurt him that bad, that Itachi would actually cry. Crying was not a thing Itachi ever do he was emotoinally strong nothing could ever break him, but all the pent up emotions the small taste the feeling of finally having warm love being torn away like that all of it was just too much, and it just happened, he cried for a long time and Madara shooed, more like shoved and beat, a stunned Deidara put of the building and comforted his emotoinally unstable nephew.
That was a few months ago, now Madara was looking for a new secretary for Itachi. Itachi was an Uchiha a very skilled one even if he had the emotionally unstable-ness he was the man every other man wanted to be. The dream guy of every girl. But he didn't accept love as easily anyomre, not that he had at first either, he still yearned for that love, but he didn't show it.
He was was a 21 year old man he couldn't afford falling for another heart-break.
"Hey what about this one?" Izuna said over his shoulder to Itachi who looked at the picture and file disdainfuly.
"No," he said pristinely.
"This one?" Izuna tried again holding up a profile of a 30 year old obese woman.
Itachi and Madara both stared incrediously at him.
"Ever heard of a joke?" Izuna breathed under his breath as he began to flip through the endless files. Madara chuckled lightly and shuffled through his own stack. Both brothers had agreed this was more of a dating game than anything. The two where tired of seeing Itachi not being able to enjoy the beautiful fruits of his their own type of love.
"Ah-Ha!" Izuna shouted under his breath pulling out a neatly paperclipped file handing ti to their nephew who accepted it with little to no suprise at his uncles actions, he was used to Izunas personality by now.
"You''ll love this one!" he shouted a smile on his plump lips as he pushed his messy ponytail over his shoulder to stop at his thighs as he sat down at a stool across from Itachi who looked through the file quizically.
Apparently the boys name was, Sasuke Kusenagi. His age was 17 years old. He had raven black hair with a slight blue-ish tint, his skin was fair and looked unflawed other than a small white scars Itachi saw on the boys wrist. HIs eyes where a onyx black dark and filled to the brim with distrust and disdain, eyes that said, 'I'm broken obviously, but no-one, NO-ONE will ever be near me.'
Itachi looked further and noted that the boy had been taken to the hospital multiple times for suicide attempts and had previously been in therapy for, odd thoughts and dreams. He wasn't much of a talker, but he seemed very emotional from the begining.
Itachi gave a last once ove before handing the file over to his uncle, Madara.
"Him," he muttered and stood walking out of the kitchen and into the hall. When he got to the room, he thought about the boy.
He seemed familiar even though he knew there was no way in hell he knew the boy. He just seemed enticing, his eyes where so, familiar and instead of looking cold and laced with disdain they seemed more filled wioth warmth than he'd seen in anyones eyes in along time, maybe even more warmth than Deidaras...
No, he didn't just think that, mistake, mistake, mistake! Shouldn't have thought that.
Itachi felt a small pang of guilt, but shook it off. It was late, he was going to meet his possible secretary tommorow. He fell asleep re-thinking about memories of the wretched blonde, and those warm onyx eyes of the boy.
A/N: Happy birthday! And to all the others reading this, please reiew it'll make us both very proud! :3