A CHANCE ARRANGEMENT

PROLOGUE – PART 1

THE UCHIHAS

A/N = Well, just some short prologue chapters before launching into the real story. Enjoy and don't forget to lett me know whatcha think :D

Disclaimer: I don't own "Naruto" in any way, shape or form, just thic fic :)
Warning: This fic contains yaoi/slash/boyxboy, so you don't like, don't read

Sasuke sighed inwardly for what felt like the millionth time, as he laid his head against the window of the plane he and his brother were currently on, staring outwards at the multitude of stars in the velvet black sky, devoid of any lunar light since it was a new moon tonight. He sighed again, this time physically making it, as he tried to block out the sound of his older brother Itachi on the phone with their father, Fugaku, who seemed incessant on ensuring that the pair were sorted for this long holiday of theirs.

Not that either of them knew how long or short a holiday it would be, which of course depended on the quality of their location. They were extremely fortunate in one regard however; Itachi had a fair few college friends in Dublin who were able to get the pair a good place to stay, and both the university and secondary school they applied to, accepted their applications without complaint.

Some might say it was a stroke of luck, but Sasuke and Itachi were Uchihas, they didn't need luck, the name by itself was enough to secure most things they wanted.

Itachi huffed in relief as he hung up the phone at long last, Good, maybe now I can get some rest, thought Sasuke in relief.

His hopes were dashed short though, when Itachi threw himself in the reclining chair next to Sasuke and repeated to him what Sasuke thought was exactly the conversation he had just had with their father…

Sasuke sneered dejectedly as he stepped into the taxi, noting the sickly sweet smell, hoping to God that the ride to their apartment would be a quick one. He noticed Itachi had difficulty controlling his indignation at having to take a cab as he carefully climbed in, and smirked to himself in the typical Uchiha way.

The driver (in an accent so strong they barely understood him) asked where they were going, and in a clipped and monotonous tone, Itachi rattled off the apartment's address. Recognising Itachi's voice as someone not for small talk, the driver then closed his mouth and drove to the address, a long hour down the busy roads of Dublin city.

Opening the door to their new apartment, Sasuke quickly realised just how much he hated his older sibling.

"This is where we're going to be living?!" he half-shouted indignantly, glaring daggers at Itachi, his 16-year-old emotions getting the better of him for once.

Itachi sighed, "Petulance doesn't suit you Sasuke. And yes, this is our home for the time being, so stop worrying about it, nothing can change it."

Sasuke opened his mouth to fling a response, but then thought better of it, then stalked off to his bedroom with his suitcase and locked the door, presumably getting ready for a shower, which was his norm now when he got upset.

Itachi wasn't sure what to think of Sasuke's recent increase in emotions, his usual "Uchiha mask" was flawless, as good as father's, some might say. But recently he was becoming more like their mother, Mikoto, who seemed set on ensuring that her sons didn't remain as emotionally detached as their father.

Growling slightly, Itachi rubbed his temples as he felt the onset of another headache approaching, before proceeding to the kitchen, where he hoped for the sake of humanity that there was some aspirin …