Not exactly my first attempt at fanfiction itself, but my first attempt here, at my weirdness! Yeah!

Well the world is practically set in the same world, except no ninja stuff. Not exactly important news, just telling you if you got confused. Not that I'd think you would but…yeah.

Summary: Uchiha Sasuke has an assignment: to send letters to a college student in a different country, without giving the person their name. Once Sasuke begins to grow an attachment to this person, his life starts to get messed up Modern Fic, slight OOC, yaoi, ItaSasu, one sided NaruSasu.

Chapter One: I Hate This More…

Rain. I hate rain. If I said that I'd be lying. I remember that I wrote that when I was supposed to write a science essay about precipitation when I was in fourth grade. Of course I got an F, but that was for a change of pace. My brother scolded me. We had an argument, because he was Mr. Smarty-Pants and I was supposed to be Mr. Smarty-Pants Jr. He just seemed to disappear when I woke up the next morning.

I wonder if it's my fault. That he left, I mean.

"Uchiha Sasuke, don't think that because you are the top student in this class that you can slack off like that," a calm voice that came from his sensei was music to my ears. Sarcasm. If you didn't know that.

"Hai, Kakashi-sensei," I replied dully, not wanting to go through all of the trouble of contradicting. I was so lucky I got a window seat. I was so lucky I got a window seat and it was raining. I was so lucky that I got a window seat and it was raining and the entire class felt like dog shit. Stepped on by our teacher because of this new assignment that practically celebrated the truce that Konoha and the Rain Village just made.

"Okay, as I said before, since the high school didn't want to have any part in this (I don't know why, but…) you'll be sending letters to a few college students as well. Their addresses will be chosen at random, and yes, they've agreed to reply every time. Face it. You'll all like it. Don't give me that 'Awww!'! It'll be fun!!!"

"That's what they all say," I heard Naruto groan behind me. I smiled to myself, agreeing silently. This assignment was a thriller for the girls, seeing that they get to meet college students, older guys and whatever. A few boys were happy, because they get to meet college girls. Most of the guys were totally disappointed. "Ne, ne, Sasuke," Naruto whispered. "How'll they know if we're actually sending them letters? They'll never know unless they intercept our letters!"

"And trust me, the college students hate it, too!" Kakashi said, raising his voice, apparently hearing all the whispers being thrown across the class room. "But trust me; we'll know if you're not keeping in touch!"

A barrage of 'Awwws!' and 'Greats!' and 'Whatevers'! and crumpled up papers.

The teachers did this for no reason, I thought bitterly. Just making us waste our own time trying to make friends with a country that we were warring with for years.

The bell rang after an eternity of the white-haired sensei trying to convince us fifteen year olds that it was a worth it thing to do. He should know by now. We're persistent and we're idiots. Giving the exception of Gaara. And probably me. Some people think I'm an idiot.

Kakashi yelled out to the class before they left that the college students should send them a letter or something eventually. Naruto left right behind me, muttering that the college students probably wouldn't have the motivation to do such a thing. I secretly agreed, too. From what he knew, college students were either totally irresponsible or totally serious.

"Can't we visit them instead? It'll save the mailman a lot of work," Kiba complained. "We'll get an address eventually, right? Then we could just visit them."

"I don't think so," said the pink-haired girl. "I don't think we should."

"Aren't you one of the girls who are totally thrilled with the possibility of meeting some hot guy?" Naruto thrust his thumb at Sakura's large forehead.

I stared at Naruto when Sakura stomped off with Ino and Hinata. "I thought you liked her. Why are you bullying her a lot all of a sudden?"

"Humph. I got over puppy love."

A weird reply for Naruto. All of his love was puppy love. That's what I thought. "Do you think you're going to go through with this?"

"Are you?"

"I'm bored. I guess so. I need to get a good grade on English anyway," I answered immediately. Secretly I kind of liked the idea. I wouldn't say that to Naruto, though.

"Me, too," Naruto said shrugging. I tried to hide some of my complete shock of Naruto trying to get a good grade in English. "I mean, this could be fun, really, now that I think about it. Getting to know someone without exactly knowing them. Oh, yeah, then meeting them at the end of the year."

I nearly forgot about that part. In the end we do get to meet them. It probably wasn't a good idea. In the end, the two people might get along really well when sending letters, but they find that they don't like them a lot after all.

I'll just try to hold back my laughter when Sakura or Ino think that they're guy is totally tall, dark, and handsome and they end up getting a weirdo who is trying to be tall, dark, and handsome. It'll be the day if they really do get someone who is tall, dark and handsome.

Then again, they might get a girl.

"So who do you think you're getting, a boy or a girl?" Naruto seemed to know what I was thinking. Best friends do that, I thought. "I personally don't care."

"I'd rather get a guy. Girls are a little irritating." The truth. I don't have raging hormones like the rest of you. Just not interested.

"It'd be funny if all the guys got the girls and all the girls got the guys."

"It's totally random, do be. What are the chances of that happening?"

"What are the chances of you getting a completely hot guy?" Naruto said rather loudly when Ino, Sakura, TenTen, and Hinata passed by. Ino and Sakura just became infuriated. TenTen just laughed, saying that she really didn't care. Hinata just blushed timidly and hid behind the girls. "Oh, well." Naruto said when Ino and Sakura just decided to ignore him for the rest of their lives. "Let's get home, then! Ja ne, Sasuke!"

"Aa, Mata ne," I forced a smile on my face as I watched the spiky, blonde haired boy jump into his father's car (Yes, his father is alive in this. Not much about him though, so it's not something you should worry about if you want to avoid spoilers).

I began my walk to my apartment, which wasn't so far. I was just going to drop my stuff off and go take my part-time job. Even though all the money that my parents owned was all mine, I still needed to take precautions. It wasn't a thrilling job. Just a waiter at a restaurant. Which is sometimes filled with perverts. It didn't really matter, because the pay was pretty good.

For some reason, I was trying to move time faster so that I could finally check the mail and finally see the unfamiliar handwriting that would soon become familiar throughout the year. The mailman usually came to the apartment around four or five o'clock, so I'd have plenty of time to read through the letter and then write back. I still had to deal with the possibility that I might not be so lucky and end up being with a bitchy character instead.

I was willing to take that chance.

I finally arrived home, extra exhausted with having to put up with some more perverted customers. I had no idea why I even wanted to put up with those kinds of people. It was for the money, but I was seriously considered to quit and find a better place to work.

Well, back to the subject. Once I got to my apartment I immediately got the mail, my heart pounding for some reason. Excited for no reason. Sometimes I think that I am the weirdest in my class. Then again, my oddness can't match the Uzumaki idiot's.

I opened the letter slowly, as if savoring the moment. Why am I being so careful about this?!? I thought quickly. Deciding not to act like such a dork I basically ripped open the enveloped and yanked the letter out. I scanned the paper so quickly that I everything written there wasn't even sent to my brain. Finally, I calmed down a little and read it. The handwriting was really nice (and somewhat familiar), but the message wasn't.

Look, I know you have no reason to do this. I hate it, too.

Since I have to, I'll give you some information. One, I'm a guy, two, I want to do this so much less than you do, and three; this will not result in anything. I mean it.

From Anonymous

My jaw dropped slightly. In the end, I was stuck with a stuck-up bastard. So much for being excited, huh? The end of my first day of downfall. Not quite yet. I had to think of something to write back. Under the pressure, I couldn't. There weren't any good points to this by far. So much for thinking that this would be fun, getting to know someone without exactly knowing them.

Stupid Uzumaki.

Out of energy, falling asleep was this letter suddenly became the last thing on my mind.

When I woke up early the next morning, I woke up at least thirty minutes before the alarm went off. Something felt missing for a moment, until I forgot that I didn't do my homework, because of excitement. For what? No clue.

I forced myself up, still feeling drowsy. That wasn't the way to do homework, especially in a rush. I trudged to the bathroom, splashed myself with cold water, and got started. When I was finishing off, I was surprised by the alarm clock. The first thing that came to my mind was, I'm a total idiot.

Then I remembered that I didn't eat dinner at all last night. Because of excitement. Still doesn't ring a bell. Maybe I have amnesia. I'm an idiot. Totally famished of energy and everything else in the world, I decided to just run to the bakery along the way to school and just grab something. Damn, I still didn't remember what I forgot.

The phone rang. Why would anyone call me at when usually someone would either be asleep or just waking up at the time. I looked at the caller ID, and it said Uzumaki. I scowled, and thought that if I ignored him my life would be so much easier. Instead I took the long and hard way, and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" I groaned, trying to sound groggy and tired. Worked so perfectly, didn't it?

"G'mornin', Sasuke!" Naruto chimed, totally chipper. Only an idiot would be happy in the morning. I guess that means I'm not one.

"Why're you so happy?" I muttered, my groggy and tired act still on. I guess you wouldn't call it an act, though. I forgot to eat dinner, I just remembered that I was totally molested during my part-time job, I had to do my homework in the morning, I think I got a lot wrong because my alarm clock totally shocked me, and I'm still trying to remember something important that happened to me last night before I went to sleep. Yep. Definitely not an act.

"I think I got a good person for that assignment in English! He sent me a nice letter!"

Oh. That.

"Bad mood," I immediately growled into the phone. I slammed the phone back in its place and bonked my head against the wall at least ten times. I'm an idiot again.

Scowl at the world, Sasuke, because you've got bad luck on your side. I could've sworn the TV said that to me.

I just remembered something again. I had to think of a good response to that guy. And fast, before I got into trouble. Before he sent me another foul letter. I wish letters were the same as e-mail (Why couldn't we e-mail them instead? Stupid, stupid old teachers.). You could just mark it as spam and get your life overwith. The letters will stop coming.

If only I lived in the Internet.

If only life was so much easier.

Why is it that the thing that everyone hates yesterday becomes the new trend today? Things out of style eventually come back in, even someone like me knows that. But why must it happen so quickly?

I'm a kid with problems. That's the answer. My mind doesn't work, I'm still living with my parents and older brother, and this is just a dream. I'm in a coma, and my brother is sitting next to me 24/7 like he used to and when I wake up everything will be normal again.

Oh, crazy imagination.

"Sasuke, Sasuke, you grumpy today?" Naruto said, a totally positive smile on his face. I hate his positive smiles.

I matched it with my pessimistic glower. No one can beat my pessimistic glower. Except Naruto's positive smile. "Yes. Stop irritating me, Uzumaki."

"You're back to calling me Uzumaki again? What happened to do be, or just plain old Naruto? Personally, I like Naruto the best. Sorry for all of my blabbering, and just watch out because I'm in a perfectly hyper mood today because I drank all of my dad's coffee and drained all of the energy drink in my house."

"Don't sit with me during lunch, then."

"Okay! See you at lunch."

"…"

I only got to speak properly with everyone else during lunch time. The only class we were all together again was gym and the last period, which just happens to be English, which I now dread.

Lunch Topic: The letters.

Repeat of the ninth paragraph above.

Again, why?

"Who here has a guy as the person who is writing them?" Ino was always surveying everyone she met, probing their minds. She wasn't afraid to look anyone in the eye, and I like that and I hate that at the same time.

Naruto, Sakura, Hinata, Shino, Ino, and Kiba raised their hands. I reluctantly followed suite.

"Then everyone else has a girl?" Ino said. She must be thrilled, that girl. Let's just hope she gets stuck with some weirdo guy. "Okay, then how was your letter, Sasuke-kun?"

She always picks me first. Why? I'm innocently standing here, trying to mind my own business. I just stared at the pasta that was sitting in front of me until it dawned to me that I was supposed to answer. If I didn't, someone would think that some guy is hitting on me, and he expressed it fully in that letter. I have a reputation to keep.

"That guy's a total bastard." Again, the truth. There was no point in hiding it, because there was nothing to hide. I have bad luck, show it. "He told me that he doesn't want to do this at all and that it won't result in anything." I shrugged. "He had great handwriting though. Better than mine."

"Hmmm…Did you expect it to result in anything?" Ino just asked the wrong questions. She should be a news reporter or something like that. I don't know if that was sarcasm or the truth.

"No, not really," I muttered, trying to sound convincing. It was a lie, but why would I expect for something to happen? It's just not natural form me. What's natural for me is that I don't give a damn about this assignment.

Ino seemed to sense my nervousness, and she kept interviewing me. I just told her about the letter again, and not about my feelings. She got annoying. She got annoyed. Ino turned to Naruto, who was bouncing up and down in his seat despite my pleads for him not to sit with me during lunch.

Naruto said that the person who is writing letters to him asked him for his email address, because he didn't like writing letters. "When he wrote that, I already knew that it'd be fun, not to mention the fact that he says yeah, hmm, or un at the end of his sentences." (Guess who that guy is yet, folks?)

Naruto had the best luck in the universe. We're opposites. Black hair, blonde hair. Pale, sort of tan. Quiet, noisy. Bad luck, good luck. If you hadn't guessed, the first one that was described was me. Second was the blond, sort of tan, noisy, guy with good luck.

I envy that guy.

The topic of conversation in English was the letters again. I hate my life already. That's just my point here. We were supposed to write them back as soon as possible. I hated that, too. I have nothing to say to someone like that. Someone who doesn't care about anyone other them himself. He could read that person like children's picture book already.

But when I got home (so happy that the restaurant was closed today), it turned out the mailman had came over early. I got the usual crap in the mail, but then I noticed that same beautiful handwriting on an envelope. Resist the temptation to burn it. I did. Pretty easily.

I opened it carefully this time, hoping that it was something that was more…I don't know, kinder? Friendlier?

Sorry about that last one. Bad mood.

You probably think I'm a sadistic bastard. That's true with practically everyone, so don't worry about that. I was just venting my anger at someone else with that letter earlier.

I know this is bullshit, but if I have to do this I'd rather get something out if it, understand? Still, what I said about hating having to do this is completely true. It's the same with the majority of the rest of us over here. I bet it's just a thriller to you kids.

I'm right huh? I wish I could see the expression on your face.

I don't want to talk much, because I don't have a lot to talk about. And I have a lot of work to do. Irritating.

From Anonymous

So much easier to answer to a letter like this. He was pretty much like me in a way. Bad mood. Huh. Just like me, venting out feelings on someone else. Sadistic bastard? Am I? Not sure. If everyone thinks he's a sadistic bastard, he might as well be, right? He was right about it being a total thriller on our end. Not having much to talk about and having a lot of things to do is just like a typical human, I suppose. Despite the fact he didn't seem like he wanted to do this, but he sounded pretty enthusiastic.

But for some reason he sounded like my long, lost, older brother Itachi.

Immediately, I found another piece of paper and started writing. After a few minutes of thinking about what to write, and another few minutes of writing it down. By far, I wrote a few things and it turned out like this:

Okay, I get it. I'm sorry I didn't send you anything earlier. After your first letter, I totally hate you. I think I still do.

More information: One, I'm a guy, two, I'm not so enthusiastic any more, and three, I really didn't expect for this to result in anything. Sorry to disappoint you.

I sound like a bastard, too. Deciding that since he took the time to apologize in a different letter, I threw that one out. Sucked, really. I have no talent in writing whatsoever, and my handwriting is chicken scrawl compared to his. I decided to take a deep breath and try to act at least a little more… gentle.

I'm still surprised that you sent me that last letter. A lot better than the first one. If you're all grumpy, don't send me anything. I don't like dealing with sadistic people, even if some other people call me one, too.

My life is boring and pointless. That's basically all you need to know. And that I'm not a girl. If I was I'd be squealing while I was writing this.

Can't I just tell you my name and get this all overwith? Stupid, stupid, sensei. He has white hair when he's still in his twenties. Still mad at you? Yes. I don't care if I haven't even talked to you a lot.

It always takes me a while to get over things.

From, Anonymous

P.S. My handwriting is horrible. Deal with it. I can't be Mr. Perfect Handwriting like you.

I personally liked the P.S. part the best. Eventually when I start to like the guy I'll send longer letters. I just hate him right now. I should've asked for his e-mail address instead of doing things the old school way, but I didn't realize it until tomorrow, when the mail was gone.

For some reason, I felt relieved. A feeling of a familiar person just dawned over me.

I wish my older brother were here.

Okay, thanks for reading if you read it. Please review, please please please? Reviews make me write better if that encourages you to at all!

Funny, I'm writing in Sasuke's POV but I really don't like him as part of Kishimoto-sensei's manga at all. I'm personally an Itachi-fan girl, but it just works out better this way. Review. I know you want to. I'll stop begging now.