Summary: Two siblings who don't get along well come home and discover the
lives of their parents. Pairings: Sasuke/Naruto
If it doesn't float your boat, don't go in the water.
If it were mine than the kiss between Sasuke and Naruto would have started
a meaning full relationship.
A/N no Japanese endings to names cause I don't know Japanese.
Taka,
This is not a mission report. This is not me as the hokage writing you, this is me your brother. It seems redundant to tell you this since you haven't seen them in years, but they're dead. Everyone is talking about it. Our parents are dead.
It seems kinda surreal, though you're probably laughing at me now for being 'sentimental.' You're going to happy probably. You're probably going to jump with joy. No one to keep your ass in Konoha anymore. You don't have to stay loyal. You'll probably just pack up and leave now. Bitch.
You'll probably wanna know how they died. They died heroes' deaths. You'd be proud. Remember how the rouge Sound ninjas were after their lives? Well, apparently the Sound ninjas surrounded them. Our parents didn't know what hit them, but they fought bravely. Apparently took out about twenty ninjas a piece until they died of poison from the first hits, but all their enemies were defeated. I think Dad would be bragging right now if he was alive, how he got the action and I missed out.
You probably don't care, but their funeral is tomorrow. If you're not there, I'll put flowers on the grave for you and pretend you were there. They would be disappointed in you.
The will is going to be read that day too, if you don't show up, I'll tell you what it says. If you get the house, please don't sell it. You're such a cold hearted bitch that you probably would too.
You're a disappointment. I don't think I actually want you to show up. You've caused them enough pain.
Your brother,
Ronin
Ronin,
I missed the funeral since it is obvious I'm not wanted. Whatever the will says I get, you can have it. I don't want anything from them or from you. Just leave me the hell alone.
Your sister,
Taka
Taka,
I received your last letter and I apologize for mine. I was emotional that day and not thinking clearly, it would have been nice if you have been there.
The will wants us to clean out the house and divide everything. It insists that neither of us can have anything if we both aren't there. We have to clean it out and decide what to do with the stuff. I refuse to do it alone. You are not slacking off and making me do all the work. If I have to come to your house and drag you out of your 'precious solitude' then I will. Or I'll make it an official order.
Listen, I'll bring ramen ok? I know you wouldn't pass up free ramen particularly since you haven't been in town longer than half an hour for a year. I know, I know, you're "training" but that doesn't mean you can't at least say hi to your own family. Honestly, if I wasn't the Hokage, you wouldn't see me at all. Since you've had all missions mailed to you even I haven't seen you at all.
Kichiko and the kids say hi by the way. Kichiko said to remind you that it's Yoshimi's birthday nest Tuesday and Mareo has been complaining that his aunt hasn't come to see him. Kickiko would also like to remind you that she hasn't seen you in two years and that she can still beat up your ass.
Well dear sister, I'll see you this Saturday at twelve. You know that's how Father and Dad would have wanted it. They'd be disappointed in you if you weren't there. Wouldn't want the last Uchiha to be a disappointment now would we?
Your brother,
Ronin
Taka folded up the paper in her hands, making tight creases. The day was dismal seeming. She hadn't emerged from the woods in a month and now was being forced to by her idiot of a brother. How dare he order around! Just because he was hokage he thought he could do everything.
She walked through the town of Konoha, muttering curses at people who dared to look at her. She walked past the ramen shop and remembered the benefit that she would get for coming. Ah ramen. She was addicted to the stuff. It was like cat-nip for her. She wrote it off as just another way her parental units had screwed her up.
She came to the large house at the end of town. She stood on the streets glaring at it for a while. This was her childhood home. A place she both loved and hated. She remembered all the regrets and dreams she had had when leaving it, how silly she had been then. The house was large and ominous. It was obviously the grandest in the area. Its stern face seemed to peer at her disapprovingly.
"Why are you standing outside?" a voice called to her from up the street.
"Because I don't have a key, Ronin," she reminded her brother condescendingly without turning to look at him.
"Sorry, I forgot," he replied.
"Let's just get this over with." The two headed up the long walkway past the walls surrounding the house making it look like a fortress more than a house. The wall and the house were made of large gray stones.
Ronin remembered fondly how he and his sister had played war and had water fight here with their parents. The adults would always win the water balloon fights the four of them would have, managing to trounce the siblings with water and still have time to yell at the kids for dragging mud and water into the house and onto the rugs that great-great-grandma had prized. That was back when he and his sister got along and they were the best of friends. Back when they could stand to be in the same room for more than an hour. Now they had to obey their dead parents' wishes and spend the whole, perhaps the whole week together.
Ronin withdrew the key to the house from his pocket and opened the heavy wooden front door of their house, ornate with its fancy locks, knocker and handle. He cautiously stepped into the house as if he was a child again and was going to be yelled at for tracking mud in. He took a deep breathe and surveyed the room. It looked the same as it always had. The intricately woven rugs still graced the floor, the paintings still adorned the walls, the vases still had their traditional places on end tables and couches and chairs were all still in their right place. But something was missing, some feeling. Whenever he had gone to visit his parents in the past, it had always felt as if he was coming home. Now that feeling was gone.
"You going to let me in or should I go home?" Taka snapped interrupting his thoughts. He realized he had been blocking the doorway.
"Sorry," he muttered as he stepped out of the way, making room for her to come in. She immediately sneezed from the dust. Ronin chuckled, remembering his sister's extreme allergies. Taka glared at her brother when her sneezing fit was over. She detested having her weakness rubbed in her face. She wondered which of them were stronger. It had been years since they had fought that last time, but she had been training steadily for the past three years, completing A-level missions by herself, he had been doing paper work. She figured that if she were to start a fight now she might not lose, also having the element of surprise on her side.
"Let's start now and have lunch around two," Ronin suggested. "I guess we can start at the top of the house and work our way down. We have to stick together so we can split things."
"I don't want anything, but let's get this over with," Taka retorted. Ronin sighed. He deposited the food he had brought in the kitchen before the two of them made their way up the kitchen stairs.
Walking up the narrow passage sent chills up their both their spines. Each remembered all the times they had run down those stairs nosily to breakfast, competing who would get there first and therefore get the biggest pancake. Memories of them sneaking out of the house via these squeaky kitchen stairs came flooding in. Those nights they would sneak outside and talk while staring at the night sky. The last time they had done that they had been sixteen, the year they both moved out.
They reached the second floor, pausing to take in the familiar setting before once again climbing rickety old stairs to the attic. It was even dustier than the downstairs had been causing Taka to sneeze more violently. Ronin wordless handed her the inhaler he had grabbed in the kitchen and walked around.
"Where do you want to start?" he asked.
"How about over there?" Taka said, pointing to a stack of books once she had finished with the inhaler, grateful to her brother for the first time in years. Ronin shrugged and the two made their way toward it.
When they reached the waist high pile of books that they identified as albums, they noticed that there was an envelop lying on top; an envelop that had evidently not been lying there as long as everything else had been.
Ronin picked it up and examined it. In his dad's messy scrawl it said "Taka and Ronin." He opened it quickly, practically tearing at the seal. His eyes scanned the paper quickly and then once again slowly.
"What does it say?" Taka demanded impatiently.
"Dearest Ronin and Taka," Ronin read aloud. "If you are reading this, than we've either been killed, are missing or have been abducted by aliens. Anyone of these is a good reason for you to be here. I've had to write a lot of these over the years. Seems kinda morbid doesn't it? To be writing to you about our death, but yet here we are. Or rather you are, since I'm no longer around am I?
"These albums, if I remember to place this on the albums, are full of memories, carefully documented. You've never seen these. Your father and I have wanted to show these to you for a while, but getting the two of you in the same room has been hard since Ronin became hokage and Taka went into the woods, so we figured that if it took our deaths or abductions or a long vacation where you thought us dead, then so be it. Please start at the album labeled number one and proceed to the end. If one of you is reading this alone, go get the other and look at this together. Remember, we love for always and evermore. "Love, Dad." Ronin finished.
"Let me see that," Taka demanded. She grabbed the paper out of her brother's hand and scanned it. "This is such a waste of time. Why do we have to do this?"
"They wanted it; let's just respect this last wish, ok?" Ronin snapped.
"Fine," Taka snarled. "Where do we start? The sooner we do, the faster this is over with and I can go back to training."
"Here's number one," Ronin said, placing a heavy book on the floor between them. The dust flew up in thick clouds.
"Don't do that again," Taka warned. She placed the letter, written on the familiar stationary, on the ground. Taka looked at it one last time. It was the special note paper only used for special occasions such as her parents' birthdays and anniversary. It was white, with a sakura blossom in the center and a border of roses. On the bottom in gold lettering it read "Sasuke and Naruto- for always and forevermore."
A/N no Japanese endings to names cause I don't know Japanese.
Taka,
This is not a mission report. This is not me as the hokage writing you, this is me your brother. It seems redundant to tell you this since you haven't seen them in years, but they're dead. Everyone is talking about it. Our parents are dead.
It seems kinda surreal, though you're probably laughing at me now for being 'sentimental.' You're going to happy probably. You're probably going to jump with joy. No one to keep your ass in Konoha anymore. You don't have to stay loyal. You'll probably just pack up and leave now. Bitch.
You'll probably wanna know how they died. They died heroes' deaths. You'd be proud. Remember how the rouge Sound ninjas were after their lives? Well, apparently the Sound ninjas surrounded them. Our parents didn't know what hit them, but they fought bravely. Apparently took out about twenty ninjas a piece until they died of poison from the first hits, but all their enemies were defeated. I think Dad would be bragging right now if he was alive, how he got the action and I missed out.
You probably don't care, but their funeral is tomorrow. If you're not there, I'll put flowers on the grave for you and pretend you were there. They would be disappointed in you.
The will is going to be read that day too, if you don't show up, I'll tell you what it says. If you get the house, please don't sell it. You're such a cold hearted bitch that you probably would too.
You're a disappointment. I don't think I actually want you to show up. You've caused them enough pain.
Your brother,
Ronin
Ronin,
I missed the funeral since it is obvious I'm not wanted. Whatever the will says I get, you can have it. I don't want anything from them or from you. Just leave me the hell alone.
Your sister,
Taka
Taka,
I received your last letter and I apologize for mine. I was emotional that day and not thinking clearly, it would have been nice if you have been there.
The will wants us to clean out the house and divide everything. It insists that neither of us can have anything if we both aren't there. We have to clean it out and decide what to do with the stuff. I refuse to do it alone. You are not slacking off and making me do all the work. If I have to come to your house and drag you out of your 'precious solitude' then I will. Or I'll make it an official order.
Listen, I'll bring ramen ok? I know you wouldn't pass up free ramen particularly since you haven't been in town longer than half an hour for a year. I know, I know, you're "training" but that doesn't mean you can't at least say hi to your own family. Honestly, if I wasn't the Hokage, you wouldn't see me at all. Since you've had all missions mailed to you even I haven't seen you at all.
Kichiko and the kids say hi by the way. Kichiko said to remind you that it's Yoshimi's birthday nest Tuesday and Mareo has been complaining that his aunt hasn't come to see him. Kickiko would also like to remind you that she hasn't seen you in two years and that she can still beat up your ass.
Well dear sister, I'll see you this Saturday at twelve. You know that's how Father and Dad would have wanted it. They'd be disappointed in you if you weren't there. Wouldn't want the last Uchiha to be a disappointment now would we?
Your brother,
Ronin
Taka folded up the paper in her hands, making tight creases. The day was dismal seeming. She hadn't emerged from the woods in a month and now was being forced to by her idiot of a brother. How dare he order around! Just because he was hokage he thought he could do everything.
She walked through the town of Konoha, muttering curses at people who dared to look at her. She walked past the ramen shop and remembered the benefit that she would get for coming. Ah ramen. She was addicted to the stuff. It was like cat-nip for her. She wrote it off as just another way her parental units had screwed her up.
She came to the large house at the end of town. She stood on the streets glaring at it for a while. This was her childhood home. A place she both loved and hated. She remembered all the regrets and dreams she had had when leaving it, how silly she had been then. The house was large and ominous. It was obviously the grandest in the area. Its stern face seemed to peer at her disapprovingly.
"Why are you standing outside?" a voice called to her from up the street.
"Because I don't have a key, Ronin," she reminded her brother condescendingly without turning to look at him.
"Sorry, I forgot," he replied.
"Let's just get this over with." The two headed up the long walkway past the walls surrounding the house making it look like a fortress more than a house. The wall and the house were made of large gray stones.
Ronin remembered fondly how he and his sister had played war and had water fight here with their parents. The adults would always win the water balloon fights the four of them would have, managing to trounce the siblings with water and still have time to yell at the kids for dragging mud and water into the house and onto the rugs that great-great-grandma had prized. That was back when he and his sister got along and they were the best of friends. Back when they could stand to be in the same room for more than an hour. Now they had to obey their dead parents' wishes and spend the whole, perhaps the whole week together.
Ronin withdrew the key to the house from his pocket and opened the heavy wooden front door of their house, ornate with its fancy locks, knocker and handle. He cautiously stepped into the house as if he was a child again and was going to be yelled at for tracking mud in. He took a deep breathe and surveyed the room. It looked the same as it always had. The intricately woven rugs still graced the floor, the paintings still adorned the walls, the vases still had their traditional places on end tables and couches and chairs were all still in their right place. But something was missing, some feeling. Whenever he had gone to visit his parents in the past, it had always felt as if he was coming home. Now that feeling was gone.
"You going to let me in or should I go home?" Taka snapped interrupting his thoughts. He realized he had been blocking the doorway.
"Sorry," he muttered as he stepped out of the way, making room for her to come in. She immediately sneezed from the dust. Ronin chuckled, remembering his sister's extreme allergies. Taka glared at her brother when her sneezing fit was over. She detested having her weakness rubbed in her face. She wondered which of them were stronger. It had been years since they had fought that last time, but she had been training steadily for the past three years, completing A-level missions by herself, he had been doing paper work. She figured that if she were to start a fight now she might not lose, also having the element of surprise on her side.
"Let's start now and have lunch around two," Ronin suggested. "I guess we can start at the top of the house and work our way down. We have to stick together so we can split things."
"I don't want anything, but let's get this over with," Taka retorted. Ronin sighed. He deposited the food he had brought in the kitchen before the two of them made their way up the kitchen stairs.
Walking up the narrow passage sent chills up their both their spines. Each remembered all the times they had run down those stairs nosily to breakfast, competing who would get there first and therefore get the biggest pancake. Memories of them sneaking out of the house via these squeaky kitchen stairs came flooding in. Those nights they would sneak outside and talk while staring at the night sky. The last time they had done that they had been sixteen, the year they both moved out.
They reached the second floor, pausing to take in the familiar setting before once again climbing rickety old stairs to the attic. It was even dustier than the downstairs had been causing Taka to sneeze more violently. Ronin wordless handed her the inhaler he had grabbed in the kitchen and walked around.
"Where do you want to start?" he asked.
"How about over there?" Taka said, pointing to a stack of books once she had finished with the inhaler, grateful to her brother for the first time in years. Ronin shrugged and the two made their way toward it.
When they reached the waist high pile of books that they identified as albums, they noticed that there was an envelop lying on top; an envelop that had evidently not been lying there as long as everything else had been.
Ronin picked it up and examined it. In his dad's messy scrawl it said "Taka and Ronin." He opened it quickly, practically tearing at the seal. His eyes scanned the paper quickly and then once again slowly.
"What does it say?" Taka demanded impatiently.
"Dearest Ronin and Taka," Ronin read aloud. "If you are reading this, than we've either been killed, are missing or have been abducted by aliens. Anyone of these is a good reason for you to be here. I've had to write a lot of these over the years. Seems kinda morbid doesn't it? To be writing to you about our death, but yet here we are. Or rather you are, since I'm no longer around am I?
"These albums, if I remember to place this on the albums, are full of memories, carefully documented. You've never seen these. Your father and I have wanted to show these to you for a while, but getting the two of you in the same room has been hard since Ronin became hokage and Taka went into the woods, so we figured that if it took our deaths or abductions or a long vacation where you thought us dead, then so be it. Please start at the album labeled number one and proceed to the end. If one of you is reading this alone, go get the other and look at this together. Remember, we love for always and evermore. "Love, Dad." Ronin finished.
"Let me see that," Taka demanded. She grabbed the paper out of her brother's hand and scanned it. "This is such a waste of time. Why do we have to do this?"
"They wanted it; let's just respect this last wish, ok?" Ronin snapped.
"Fine," Taka snarled. "Where do we start? The sooner we do, the faster this is over with and I can go back to training."
"Here's number one," Ronin said, placing a heavy book on the floor between them. The dust flew up in thick clouds.
"Don't do that again," Taka warned. She placed the letter, written on the familiar stationary, on the ground. Taka looked at it one last time. It was the special note paper only used for special occasions such as her parents' birthdays and anniversary. It was white, with a sakura blossom in the center and a border of roses. On the bottom in gold lettering it read "Sasuke and Naruto- for always and forevermore."