January 18,XXXX

''Tell me again why I'm taking care of your damn cafe aniki?'' Sasuke sat moodily in the black slick limo with his Iphone pressed against his ear. Lazily, he rolled down a window and allowed the wind to caress his hair and face. His body guard driving watched him closely through the mirror, his gun laying across his lap. There weren't any good roads, so the limo ride wasn't going to smoothly, really not helping Sasuke in his pissy mood.

''Well, you don't have any mafia work, right otouto? Do something worth while for your Aniki.'' His older brother sounded so persistent it was getting annoying. Sasuke still couldn't believe he was doing this favor. He rested his forehead in his right hand and sighed, pissed now more than ever.

''I could be in California fucking a brunette right now, and, instead I have to go to Hokkaido with no damn roads and take care of your idiotic cafe for a year as a relaxing vacation. Why does Dad even listen to you, you were the one who gave up the family business.'' Sasuke growled. He tugged on his silk tie and unbuttoned his black dress shirt. Hokkaido's summer heat was being merciless against Sasuke wearing all black.

He heard Aniki yell something unaudible in the phone, then he cleared his throat. ''It will be a vacation, Sasuke, believe me. Plus, all I'm asking you to do is supervise, my head manager/pastry chef will be able to take care of everything.''

A fat guy, with a mustache, watery teeny little eyes, and a horrible Italian accent; did not sound like an appealing sort of fellow Sasuke wanted to associate with. Spending a year with that person, well he just might commit suicide.

''Fine. I guess I won't complain...''

''That's the spirit!'' his chirpiness made Sasuke's ear bleed. He had a really bad feeling he was going to regret this.

''Aniki, I'm nearing the village, later.'' He turned his phone off and tried to relax in the leather seats. He spread his legs apart, threw his head back and heaved a big sigh. He grabbed a red wine bottle from the limos cooler and pured himself a generous amount. He swished the drink around in the cup, his pinkie in the air. He drunk the whole thing down with one gulp, and licked his lips. That might be the last type of real alcohol he would be able to drink for the next year.

The limo came to a halt and Sasuke glanced out the window. ''We are here, sir.'' the limo driver announced in monotone. A quaint cafe building rose, in Sasuke's opinion, rather menacingly. The lyric sign, Le Kyuubi, hung high above the building. The three story building was solid brick red, with several windows and a balcony littered with ivy and greenery intertwined with the railing.

Sasuke stepped out on the dirt and grimaced as some filtered in his leather European Loafers. He slammed the car door and stood outside the cafe, estimating its worth. His Aniki told him he'd sleep in the top bedroom with the manager living next door.

''Ah, Otouto-kun. Welcome.'' Itachi Uchiha opened the front door with a bell ringing through the cafe. By the look of his black hair in a pony tail swept elegantly around his neck and the white Bermuda shorts and no shirt, he was about to leave. A duffel bag was slung on his shoulder. He walked over and patted his younger brother on the back.

''Salutations.'' Sasuke grunted. Not wasting anytime, he was maneuvered into the cafe. Cool air met his skin and the tables were all set up randomly in the spacious room. Fake vines hung everywhere and the lights were dim. A grand piano sat in the middle of the room and the door to the kitchen was wide open. There was a loud bang making both Uchihas jump.

''Ow...'' someone whined. Both men stood in shock as white clouds of smoke wafted out of the door. Sasuke sprinted in first.

''Is everyone alright!?'' He coughed, the whiteness clogging his lungs. Slowly, its started to calm down. He felt his Aniki brush against him, a hanker chief pressed against his mouth. He motioned to the middle of the room.

''Mmmf..Naru..'' He waved his hand. A cough to their right caught their attention. The white stuff settled down revealing a kitchen with stuff like snow littered everywhere. In the middle of the kitchen island, sat... an angel? Sasuke rubbed his eyes. White spots clung to his black clothes and his black hair felt slightly heavy.

''Oh...uhm...'' Sasuke blinked as he stood in front of a white covered blond blinked, then sneezed. His cerulean blue eyes went cross-eyed for a second as he stared at some white stuff on his shook his head and his blond locks shed some of the white off. He stared at Sasuke, then smiled, blushing slightly. Both of them got lost in each others eyes. Obsidian ones like a black hole, against cerulean blues eyes like the ocean.

''Naruto, are you alright!?''

''Ah.'' The blond's voice echoed through Sasuke's ears. ''I'm alright...'' He got up and looked at the empty sack on the ground. ''I ..'' he squirmed. ''thought I could handle moving the flour sacks..and it sorta..slipped.'' He cocked his head cutely and smiled, his whisker like markings making him look like a cute fox.

He burst out laughing. ''You two look like ghosts!" He grabbed the nearest ledge to keep from falling. Embarrassed, Sasuke shook his head roughly, the room raising in temperature. Itachi just shrugged it off and eyed his brother carefully.

''Oh, here let me help you.'' Naruto stood on tiptoe and brushed his fingers against his cheeks and dug deep in his hair. Sasuke involuntarily flinched, but he allowed it. Naruto blew softly in his bangs in the front,making Sasuke shiver. He stepped back, the warmness gone.

''Are you the new owner? Ita-nichan's brother?''

''Er, yeah, I'm Sasuke...'' The blond held out a hand.

''I'm Naruto Uzumaki, I'm the head manager and head pastry chef here, please take good care of me.'' He shook his hand and bowed.

Not really knowing what to do, Sasuke bowed as well. ''T-The pleasure is all mine.''

Itachi scratched his head. ''Why don't we get out of snow wonderland and have some pastries and drinks.'' He opened the door and escorted everyone out. They grabbed the nearest table and sat on the iron chairs with gold leave and vines intertwined into the black chair. Naruto served the crepes and cold smoothies.

''Anyways, Sasuke, I want you and Kiba to clean the kitchen up if you will.'' The blond nodded. He tugged on his half orange jacket and grey t-shirt. His khaki shorts were actually very short for a guy to wear, but it fits. Sasuke watched him carefully from the rim of his strawberry smoothie. He started to chew the straw as Aniki and Naruto chatted.

''You sure don't want me to do it now, nii-chan?'' Itachi chuckled and ruffled the blond' hair.

''A 15 year old kid like you shouldn't do hard labor after a good shift like today's.''

Sasuke choked on his drink. ''Wait, your only 15!'' He stared incredulously at Naruto. Itachi tapped a finger on the table.

''Well, he's a senior in college, an excellent cook, but he is only 15. Too bad he's not old enough to drink.'' He said jokingly. Sasuke stared. He was 27, the head of the mafia Uchiha group, and he's seen some bizarre things, but this was weird. Naruto sipped from his banana smoothie,silent ,but glowing with pride.

Casually Itachi looked down at his watch.''Oh, shoot, I'm going to miss my train!'' Itachi jumped up and grabbed his duffel bag and before anyone can say anything, ran out hoped in the limo and ordered the man to drive. The driver obeyed and sped off.

Sasuke gaped at the seat where Itachi once was, but Naruto seemed unfazed by it all. ''He does a lot of random things.'' he smiled apologetically. ''You get used to it after awhile.'' Naruto got up and cleared the table. ''Well, then how about we get your things together in your room, Sasuke?''

''Uh. Sure.''

Okay I know its short, but this is all I could think of to open up the story. This well get interesting, trust me. The chappies will get longer starting with the next chappie.

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