(Alright, chapter 2. I just had a spurt of energy yesterday and decided, what the heck, Ill write the next chapter. So yeah, here it is. Chapter 2. A lot less rambling and more plot. When I eventually get to the chapters with any lemon scenes, I will post it at the beginning of the chapter that there is a lemon, and the next chapter will actually contain the lemon. So say chapter 8 is a lemon, there will be a "Chapter 8" that doesn't have any lemon, just the normal plot. And then there will be a "Chapter 8 Lemon" as the next chapter which will include the smexyness of Naruto and/or Sasuke.) Anyway, yeah. There probably won't be that many lemons. Just stuff that is necessary to advance the plot the way I want it, and maybe one or two just for fun. I plan on making this a multichapter fic, if you couldn't tell.

Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. And now, on to the story.)

*Naruto*

I can't believe that guy. Who does he think he is? Nobody should get away with being that big of a jerk. If I ever see him again, I'm gonna bust his pretty little face. I mean, not that I thought he was pretty, just that he wasn't really ugly. AAhhhh…. Just get the bastard out of my mind. I don't want to think about him anymore. Think about something else… like RAMEN! Gahh, I miss the old ramen stands back home. I need to find a good one here. I'll get Iruka to take me there, and then he'll buy me ramen. And I won't have to think about that bastard anymore… Damnit, I did it again. Alright, if I think of him again, I'll just go back to that same place tomorrow and annoy the crap out of him until I can decide what to do about this situation.

Oh! There's Shikamaru! Fricken lazy bastard, maybe he knows a good ramen place. I walk on over and say hi. He simply looks up from the lighter he was absently flicking and says, "Oh hey, you're that new kid from my gym class. Naruto, right? What's up?"

I try to be all nonchalant and say a simple, "Not much," and then go on to say, "I was just wondering where a good place to eat is. I REALLY like ramen! Do you know a place?"

However, I must have been a bit more exuberant than just nonchalant because the people around me started looking at me funny, and Shikamaru said, "Yeah. You don't have to yell though. Have you met Chouji and Ino? Well we were about to go out to this barbecue place we love. You want to come along? It isn't ramen, but it's the best barbecue place in town."

I know that I need to get home to Iruka, so I say, "Sorry. I need to go home and make sure my dad isn't totally flipped from not knowing where I've been for the past…" I look at the time on my phone… OH FRICK, "four hours! He's SOOOO going to kill me!" I yell as I start running in the direction of where our new house is,"But yeah, maybe some other time!"

*An hour later*

Okay, I'm totally lost. I thought I was going the right way, but somehow I ended up in this really rich looking neighborhood. I mean, not that Iruka and I are poor or anything, but these kinds of houses are the kinds that you only see in the movies. Hoping that I can get some directions or at the least an idea of the right direction to go, I walk up to the gate of one of the houses and yell at the gardener of the estate.

"Hey, Mr. Gardener Dude! I'm lost. Can you tell me where to go to get to Konoha High School?" I can find my way home from there. He hears me and slowly stands up, stretches his back, and ever-so-slowly comes toward me. As soon as I can see him a little bit more closely, the only thing I can think is that he looks VERY familiar. At first glance he looks rather ominous, but when he trips (and there's hardly anything to trip on), I start to think that maybe he's not so creepy after all.

"Boy, I am the owner of this estate. Do not treat me as a common gardener. But did you say that you needed directions to the school? Well, I take my little brother Sasuke to school almost every morning. I could easily give you directions. And if you want, I could even drive you there."

Sasuke, Sasuke, Sas-uke, Sa-su-ke… Sa, SASUKE! This must be that bastard's brother! Ahh! And that… MANSION must be his house. Ahhh! And I just thought about him. Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!

Ugh… I know that I'm not supposed to talk to—let alone TRUST—strangers, but I've been walking for such a long time. And I really need to get home. Gahh, I'm just gonna have to trust this creep of a guy.

"Thank you, sir. My name is Naruto Uzumaki. I would really appreciate a ride. Can I just ask for your name first?"

"Oh. Sure, sure. My name is Itachi Uchiha, and you are very much welcome. Do you by chance know my younger brother Sasuke, Sasuke Uchiha?"

"I think I do. We met in the park today. No offense, Mr. Uchiha, but he seemed like a bit of a jerk to me."

"Please, just call me Itachi. Mr Uchiha was my father, and I'd rather not be thought of as like him—in any way, shape, or form." He looks very intent and even a little angry as he says this.

I'm always glad when people let you drop the formalities and all that so I jump on the chance, "Sure, Itachi. I really need to get home though. Could we hurry? My dad is probably worried sick."

"Ahh. Of course." He opens the gate, "Please follow me. I just need to go get the person who is going to drive us. I am in fact legally blind when I do not have my contacts, and for some reason, they mysteriously disappeared this morning. Sasuke arrived home about twenty minutes ago. I hope you don't mind that my 'jerk' of a little brother will have to drive us. I sent all of our staff home early because today is a rather important day to Sasuke and I."

I follow Itachi as he heads toward the great big old house, and he continues to talk the whole time. He seems like a rather decent person. He is even explaining part of why Sasuke was such a jerk today, "You said that your father was probably worried sick about you? Well… that is impossible for Sasuke. Our parents died exactly eight years ago in a car crash. Today is the anniversary, and Sasuke is always in a rather bad mood when this day rolls around. And truthfully, I do not blame him. He always sought father's attention. It seems though that our father could only think about one son at a time. So obviously he butted into my life because I was older and involved in 'more important' things, such as country clubs and social groups."

"He was always so obsessed with putting forward a good social front and making the family look good. But he focused on the wrong thing. It is so vastly more important for a child to have a father who is actually there and makes an effort to actually spend time with him. Sasuke never got that time from his father. So he always looked up to me. But I could not always be there to give him the support he needed. And when our parents died, I think that he partly saw me as the blame, even if he was blaming me for the wrong thing. He saw me as the one who stole father's attention, so somehow he made a connection in his brain that I was to blame for stealing father and mother. Whereas our father could barely even see Sasuke, my mother truly cared for him. She would spend about an hour at the breakfast table every morning just talking to Sasuke, talking about anything and everything. She was a great woman."

"But that night eight years ago was a tragedy. Sasuke and I were out in town with the caretaker of the house, Mr. Kakashi Hatake, when we heard the news. My father had been drinking, and he decided that our mother spent too much of her time on the wrong child. So he beat her, knocked her out, and then passed out himself. Unfortunately, they had been in the kitchen when all of this started, with dinner on the stove. The firefighters said it began as a grease fire and just spread. By the time anybody noticed, it was too late. The fire had engulfed the entire kitchen."

"Please do not blame Sasuke for acting the way he does. His mother was the only person who cared about him when he was younger except for me, and I will admit that I have been rather distant since the incident. I have not been quite the brother that I should have been, and any time that I try to help Sasuke, something always goes wrong and he only ever sees me in the wrong light. So, I've tried my best to only show love towards him, but it seems fate is against me. I simply do not know how to get through to Sasuke."

"I am terribly sorry. I probably just told you way more than you wanted to know or even that you should know. I… I just feel so guilty about the whole ordeal, but I thank you for listening to me, Naruto Uzumaki. I do not know why, but somehow, once I started talking, I could not stop. For some reason, I feel that I can trust you. I would like to ask a favor of you. I truly hope that my brother can find some sort of friend in this world. If it should happen that you and he ever have the chance to become friends, I would greatly appreciate it if you would take that chance."

I couldn't believe that it took so long to get to the house. He actually said all of that in the time it took to walk to the house. It must have been a mile or two from the front gate to the actual house. Itachi told me that it would be best if I could wait outside and then went inside the house to find Sasuke. He came back out the front door a few minutes later as I heard a car pulling around to the front from the four-car-garage off to the side of the house.

And boy, it was a beautiful car. It was very refreshing to know that I was going to be spending the next however long it would be in a car such as this instead of on my feet drudging through the foot-aches and stomach grumblings. Ahh fate, you must be smiling on me today. Itachi and I walked toward the car and got into the back seat. It was very spacious and I didn't feel even the slightest bit cramped. But I did feel a little bit uncomfortable: since the moment I got into the car, Sasuke had been staring back at me with a look that seemed to say, 'I can't believe that I actually have to do this. I do not want to be here, and I might just have to eat a baby to prove how much I hate this.'

So I had to say something. And really, I sort of just spoke without even thinking, "Hey bastard, did you know that you're face looks a lot prettier when you don't scowl all the time?" And then when I saw his shocked expression, I realized what I had said.

I quickly tried to retract what I had said, but somehow, he spoke faster than I did, "Idiot, I don't care what my face looks like. If I am annoyed, I am damn-well going to show it. So buzz off."

I glance over at Itachi, and he just shrugs at me. The first few minutes of the ride are silent, but then I remember something and before I know what I'm saying, I've already said it, "Itachi, you told me earlier that you and Sasuke didn't have any parents." I can feel the tenseness in the air, and I feel that I just have to keep talking to keep the buzzing silence from roasting me alive, "Well I think you were under the wrong impression about me. My dad that I said was gonna be worried sick—he's not really my dad. He's just a foster parent. A damn good one, but still he's not my real dad. My real parents died when I was three years old. I… I just wanted you to know that."

There is another bout of silence, but I can see on Itachi's face that he is grateful to me for actually putting something out in the silence. I can also see a good bit of fear—fear that Sasuke will take it the wrong way and be angry that Itachi had opened up their family history even a little bit to a perfect stranger.

I can see that Itachi wants to say something, but as soon as he clears his throat to speak, the radio blares into life at the touch of Sasuke's hand. We spend the rest of the car ride in a very thick tension, one that not even the sounds of music can break. Eventually we arrive at the school, and I hop out of the car. It really didn't take long at all, but it is already about 8:00, and since it's our first day living in this city, I know that Iruka will kill me if I stay out any longer. So I yell out, "Thank you! Good-bye Sasuke, Itachi!" as I sprint toward our new house in this confusing-as-hell city. From over my shoulder, I hear a, "Good-bye, Naruto." I had to think on the voices for a second because they are so similar, but the good-bye actually came from the voice I wasn't expecting. I guess that I had at least a little bit of an effect on Sasuke and his cold outer exterior, today. I wonder how far he would let me into his life. If I could just make him into less of a bastard, he would be a pretty decent friend.

(So what'd you think? I'd like a review if you please. Even if it's just to say, "You suck." Criticism is always good so long as you know how to use it.)