Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto manga or characters. They all belong to their respective owner in Japan. I do not make money from this story. The plot is all mine, though.
Warning`s: Yaoi, Lemons, Blood, Violence, Fluff, slight OOCness, OC`s...
A/N: It`s un-beta`d so all of the mistakes in grammar or spelling are mine and mine alone.
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Prologue
"WHAT!" The almost-screech (because Uchiha`s do not screech) finally managed to make the man lift his gaze from his laptop to his younger brother. He had not bothered to look at his brother throughout the conversation, and would have continued to do so had his brother's voice not interrupted his current train of thought.
The younger man had risen to his feet at what he heard and was now staring, bewildered, at his elder brother, too shocked to glare.
"We are transferring to Burning Leaf Academy at the start of next month." An emotionless voice repeated, sounding completely bored with the conversation. Saying what was on his mind; Itachi gazed back at his laptop, effectively ignoring his sibling. The younger raven just stared, unable to comprehend.
"We`re moving." Sasuke said quietly, unbelievingly, voice in sharp contrast to that of few moments ago.
Itachi nodded, onyx eyes not moving from the screen.
"Why?"
"Because it was in Tou-san`s Will and you have to attend and graduate that school until the end of your education or we don`t get the money," a monotonous voice replied.
Sasuke stayed silent for a few long minutes, collecting his thoughts on the newly reviled information.
He remembered Father saying they will be sent to a foreign school across the ocean if anything were to happen to him or Mother, but discarded it as unimportant. Sasuke thought that his father will always be there, taking care of things, controlling Itachi`s and his lives. Never had he thought he would actually need to prepare for that possibility, seeing as how Father was just too stuborn to let them forget, even for a moment, their place in his world`s food chain. The bottom.
After the funeral, both ravens returned home. Itachi immediately locked himself in their fathers, now Itachi`s, study. Sasuke didn`t care.
He walked inside a huge, white, modern kitchen and began preparing a meal. As his hands worked, his thoughts were free to wander. Under all the grief of his parents` death, there was a moment where he felt an underlining unmistakable sense of relief. After 17 years – and Itachi even longer – of dancing to his father`s every tune, he was free. Free to choose his job, free to decide who to marry and most importantly, free to feel his life. Of course, after that moment passed he was almost overwhelmed by guilt.
Even if his father was a controlling bastard he, with his harsh treatment, taught Sasuke how to survive in this cut-throat world. And his mother…
The gilt intensified with the thought of his sweet, gentle, loving, strong mother. The gilt was almost a physical pain. He dropped to his knees, impacting the floor hard, and let out a hiss. The sensation started in his head and slowly started licking down his neck.
The fire spread from there.
The feeling enveloped his shoulders and crawled down his arms, across his chest and settled in his stomach. He encircled his middle with his aching arms and leaned forward, touching the cold marble floor with his forehead. He was sweating heavily and panting like he just ran a mile. He felt like his insides were on fire and the feeling of a sudden cold replace the fire in his head made a single, small tear roll out of the corner of his eye. The wetness on his cheek effectively jerked Sasuke back to reality.
The pain stopped instantly.
He was left breathing hard for a minute, trembeling all over. His sweaty black heir was sticking to his forehead and lashes, making him bling his dark eyes.
Slowly his frantic heartbeat calmed down and he unwrapped his arms from around his stomach. He lifted a shaking hand to his eyes and wiped at the tears that had not spilled.
Staring at his moist fingers in wonder and surprise, he felt the usual calm descend upon him, creeping into his facial muscles. His thoughts took off into another direction. He remembered what has been drilled in him since he could understand the lessons. He was an Uchiha. They do not show emotions. They do not show their pain. They show nothing. He got up from the floor and steadily walked away.
That incident only strengthened his belief that emotions were useless and damaging. A sudden thought pulled him from his memories and made him look at his brother.
"But, what about you? I get that I`ll be attending the academy but you`ve already finished school. Surely you`re too old to attend with me and you said `we´ were transferring."
Itachi was silent for a few moments. His thinking process was spinning around the question of how to tell Sasuke that he will be an even bigger authority figure in his life than he is now. This was one conversation he didn`t want to have any time soon. Though, he had to admit that this was amusing him, as well as giving him some small, twisted sense of satisfaction. Sighing, he said without turning to his brother "I have been given the position of the academy`s teacher." He waited for an eruption because his otouto was predictable in that respect.
Sasuke didn`t disappoint.
"Teacher! Who in their right mind would give you a position like that! And what could you possibly teach anyone?" Sasuke was livid! His brother was, once again, in a position of higher power than him. He hoped that now that his parents weren`t here to put Itachi on a pedestal, he would be able to show everyone he was just as good as his elder brother. But, how is he supposed to do that when Itachi never had to work for anything? He was the first son of the wealthiest family in Japan, a prodigy. He was a genius and could do no wrong. Everything was given to him from day one. He had it all. The looks, the brains, the perfect Uchiha attitude, obedience and no emotions. He was the one given all the attention of their father, all the respect from everyone who met him and all the opportunities and power Sasuke ever dreamt about, while Sasuke was always left in the shadows, forgotten, – or even worse – ignored. He couldn`t believe that, yet again, he will be put aside, forced in the shadows, while Itachi took up the spotlight.
Itachi glanced up at his younger brother and resisted the urge to sigh. He knew what Sasuke was thinking and he honestly couldn`t blame him. He might not know how it is to live your life in the shadows, but he knew how hard it was to live under pressure of all those expectations. He learned very early on that 'impossible' was not in their fathers dictionary and therefor not optional to be in his. He learned to push himself to, and far beyond, his, or any humans, limits. He was making the 'impossible' possible and feeling nothing from it, since he could remember. Being perfect – or so he was constantly told – he felt no pleasure in doing something above all expectations. He felt no victory in completing something no one else could, because he was 'perfect' and it was what he did. He was as his father made him. Emotionless, cold, obedient, a tool. And he felt robed. He could not laugh, he could not go into blind rage nor could he experience any other intense emotion. But Sasuke could. Sasuke never appreciated the simple fact of having emotions and Itachi always resented him for it.
His brother was an attention seeking brat that can`t see the dark side of his desires. He is still naïve about this world, on matter what he thought he knew. Itachi envied him dearly for that.
Feeling his mood worsen, Itachi got up ignoring his brother`s earlier questions, took his laptop in his right hand and walked out of the room. Sasuke stared after his retreating back for a moment before he too, left the room. He walked through the hallways at a brisk pace before he reached the veranda. Grabbing his coat from the closet near to front door, Sasuke frowned. His whole life was about to change and he could do nothing about it if he didn`t want to live on the streets. His frown deepened when he thought about his brother`s behavior. He was taking this development very calmly. Then again, when was Itachi not calm? Snorting at that, Sasuke put on his shoes and grabbed his keys. He turned and, sparing the inside of the house one last glance, walked out the door. He had a new school to prepare for.
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