A belated happy birthday Present to my friend
Destiny-of-your-darkness
I'm wrapping this story with a ribbon.
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Intro
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"Oh I can't wait to see uncle and his family again. I love those adorable little kiddies. They're so kute."
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"What time is his flight?"
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"Hey brat. Hey."
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Sw-thack.
"Get those head phones off of you. You're going to go deaf. Geeshe. Give me the flying sched."
"…" Hand taking out the paper, she handed it to the red head girl sitting in the passenger seat.
"Karin, don't smack your sister head around like that." The Father.
"Well she should've paid more attention. Her head is always up with the clouds. I'm only teaching her manners." Karin shrieked as she looked at Tom-Toms. "Take that turn to get to Newark. Dad."
"Karin is right sweetie." The Mother. "Hm. I really don't know what else to do with you. Why can't you be more like your sister?" Reaching out her hand to soothe the girl's head in a 'the righteous thing a mother should do' act. Just that. Nothing else. It was a plain touch. "Learn to be helpful like her. With you being so careless all the time. I don't know how I can let you go off." The girl moved her head away from the meaningless touch. Mouth muttered, "I get it."
"Oh. Mom. I'm going to be interviewed next week in to medical school."
"That's good honey." The father. "You should start thinking about college too." He glanced at the mirror to see his youngest daughter nonchalantly looking at the road. "Your sister is already transferring to the main campus with a scholarship."
"I was so surprised when I got that. I didn't know I could ever deserve that." Her hand ran through her red locks.
"Oh. You think too low of your self honey. You're…"
"…" Putting her head phones back, placing them over her ears. Fingers combed her pink tressed out of the way. She ignored the conversation that going on in the car. Eyes looked at the passing scenery. Trees. It was all trees. Tall trees. Short trees. Green healthy ones. Brown dead-looking once. Oh. A duck.
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"I know. I will consider it. It was a pleasure working with you." Disconnecting the line, he placed the phone back down.
Calloused hand ran through his ebony hair. It was a harsh day. He hadn't sleep for nights. Working these past days had taken a great toll on him. Setting his phone in the pocket, he settled his wearied body nicely against the soft cushion of the limo's back seat.
"Sasuke." A man, his advisor, with silvered hair, his hand was holding a PDA. "It'll be a while until we get to the airport. Use this time to rest. I'll take over your calls from now."
"Hn." How could he rest? The market in India was in crisis. The stocks were losing. Meetings to attend. Proposals to be read. Papers to sign. How in the fucking helz could he rest? Sigh. Maybe just silently sitting here would do.
He really hated the traffic of New York. The city itself was a clutter mess. A pool of different ethnics, all came together to built this city, the city of opportunities and failures. Seeing the downtown district, they called it culture, tradition, the real thing. It wouldn't be Chinatown without the fish market mess, the stench, the noise. It wouldn't be Italy town without the fire bins and the scary market venders. All of this was considered as the colorful life of New York City. He believed it was a bin filled of bull shit.
If there were sections such as the Bronx, Manhattan, then everywhere should be consistent. Up-Town. Down-Town. Stop with the social ladder. He hated it.
Never did he ever want to be born into the Uchiha's family. Never did he wish to be the heir. No he shouldn't be. This place was not for him. Where was that wrenches brother of his? That lowly scumbag ran off. A coward he was.
Fist released a tight hold of his pants. His eyes focused on a group of people walking down the street, enjoying their life and time. They should be his age. Twenty-one.
For a fleeting second, he imagined himself being with them, in that group. 'What would it be like?'
Disclaimer: Me no own Naruto.