Itachi always came home on the weekends.
No matter how much work he had, he always found a way to come back and bring me a gift from those faraway places that he visited. He always brought back toys or some kind of exotic fruit, so I learned not to miss him as much as I used to.
My dad always said that Itachi was kind-hearted. That's why he decided to follow medicine and become a charity worker instead of taking on the family business. I didn't know if that was true, or if he just didn't like the monotonous office life. I guess I never did take my time to look at him, or ask him why he did what he did. I just thought that maybe some people grew up wrong…and didn't care much for power; I know I couldn't live like that.
He would always smile at me as he came home and awkwardly poke my forehead, something he had been doing since I was little. I would have told him to stop long ago if it wasn't for the fact that it made me feel as if our old brotherly bond was there, even if his stare was always elsewhere. I didn't dare ask him what it was that he saw out there where life was still on the borderline of uncivilized. He never spoke about it either, so we managed to live without mentioning it. Mom always thought that he worked too hard, and that he would be better off working in the Konoha General, but he wouldn't change his mind for the world. I guess that she never could convince him, and even after they died in the car crash, Itachi wasn't able to come home for more than two days. I was left in the care of our butler, and the occasional call from him was all that I would hear during school days. He dealt with our parent's death in a different manner I guess, as did I.
I was about to enter my 7th year in middle school when Itachi called one Monday morning and told me he was coming home, which surprised me, as he never traveled during the week. I merely agreed and hung up, as I was getting late to school, and didn't think much more on it. Our parent's death date was coming up, so I took it as a visit to honor them. I got home later that day and he confronted me as I walked in the front door.
"We need to talk."
He led me to the living room, and sat me down as I noticed that our butler wasn't around. I wondered where he has gone off to but decided not to mention it as I looked at Itachi's troubled face.
"Don't take it wrong, I don't mean to upset you or uncomfort you, but something's happened."
I just continued to stare at him, I didn't know if I should speak or not. Was he sick or something? Did we lose all our shares in the business and were on the brink of being broke? His face was stoic but he brought a hand to his forehead and sighed.
"I'm coming home. To live. Permanently. I already called up Tsunade in the hospital and she offered me a job in pediatric care."
"So what's the problem?"
He looked up at me and smiled softly, sadly.
He was about to open his mouth when a loud crash filled the living room, and Itachi jumped to his feet and ran to the guest room. I followed him as thoughts of a possible burglar filled my head. I was sure it hadn't been the butler; he was usually very careful and would never break something, despite his advancing age. He was a butler afterall. Itachi left the door open as I noticed that the butler stepped out on his command, a weird look on his old face. He didn't say anything to me and walked downstairs as I heard Itachi call me.
"Sasuke, please come in. This is what I wanted to tell you."
I froze at the sight of a mangled blond kid, maybe about 6 to 7 years old. His blue eyes stared at me with apprehension as he clutched unto Itachi's arm. There were bruises on his face and every uncovered spot on his body, and visibly red scars on his cheeks, three on each side. He looked like a small fox that had just been hit by about 20 cars one after another. He curled up against Itachi, who was kneeling beside him trying to calm him down. The kid didn't utter a single word, not even a whimper or cry.
"His name is Naruto,"
I looked at the source of the crash and frowned. The mirror was broken, and a lamp was laying not far from the shattered pieces in a bended position. Whoever threw it had a strong arm. "And?" I asked my brother with a glare.
"He'll be staying with us from now."
He didn't explain to me why he was covered in bruises, or why he was staying with us. I didn't dare ask, as sometimes there are some questions that shouldn't be answered. "Well that's great, guess now we'll have that guard dog you always wanted." That boy, Naruto, continued to stare at me, and I didn't care much from him. He was oddly dressed in Itachi's clothes and those eyes just made me shiver. There was something in there that I really didn't want to know how it got in him, or who put it there. I didn't think that kid would ever affect me, as I reckoned he would be gone as soon as Itachi fixed whatever was wrong with him. I didn't want to be close. Not again.
Hey guys...xD I'm sorry I'm a spazz and am unable to finish anything xD but it's been years since inspiration stroke me and now I have this idea in my head that I want to get down before I lose it. So this is the intro, and I will be posting the rest up later, as it'll be as long as my imagination can will it be. I hope you like it and don't get bored with it xD haven't been on fanfiction for so long and I haven't been up to date with new stories, so yea xD hope you enjoy it and follow along with what my brain comes up with, as it is rusted xD
