Things I'll always remember

Chapter I: Restless nights …Part 1

I ran into my room to get dressed, still thinking of my brother. Who's driving me crazy, officially. I got a pair of jeans, a simple white T-shirt and my usual skaters, and then got back to the kitchen, in order to leave, when I heard Itachi talking on the phone.

(Sasuke POV)

I could only guess it was Hidan, because of the shouting:

"What do you want from me now?"

"Calm down, bro, has Sas'ke made something again? You seem stressed out!" Why do people assume I did something?

"No, he didn't do anything today, except for a shower."

"Oh, I see. I'm fuckin' sorry for you, man. The kid has no idea yet, you haven't told him?" Tell me what? And why is it a problem that I took a shower? I don't get it…

"Of course I haven't told him, Hidan. I still have some brain left, you know? I can't ever tell him. I don't want him to run away from home."
What? Run away from home? Why?

"Oh, come on, he wouldn't do that. Only put you in a motherfucking hospital, maybe. By the way, you still have the cure, right?"

"I do, but I think it won't keep working for long. It's not what I need."

"That's because you're too much of a coward to get the real cure for your problem."

"That's called in-….., you idiot!"
What did he say? Oh, come ON! Whatever, I go in.

"Itachi, I'm leavin'."

"Ok, bye, Hidan. Where?"

"The park, Mr. Memory."

"Oh, yeah, right. Have fun."

"Why is your face so red, Itachi?"

"It's nothing. Go, now. You'll be late."

"M'kay, fine. Bye"

"Bye."

(Itachi POV)

Good. So my little brother left. I can finally relax, while washing the dishes. Sounds great, huh? I yet remember my code-speaking with Hidan. Maybe I should translate.

"Calm down, bro, has Sas'ke made something again? You seem stressed out!"- meaning : "Has Sasuke shown up naked in front of you like every time he changes clothes and doesn't bother you're in the room? You seem horny as hell and you can't do anything 'cause he's still home."

Ok, next:
"Oh, I see. I'm fuckin' sorry for you, man. The kid has no idea yet, you haven't told him?" -meaning, "I'm sorry for you, man. Still haven't told the kid you want to fuck him?"

"By the way, you still have the cure, right?" –this is one of the funniest: "But you still got some other butt buddies instead, right?"

Yeah, Hidan is the only one who knows of my incestual thoughts regarding Sasuke. We've known each other since we were 4, and he's the only one who could tell. And the way he told me how he discovered my precious secret was just as funny as the look on my face. Priceless.

Flashback~~~

"Y'know, Itachi, I've only seen this lustful expression on your face twice: First, when your mother made Easter pancakes for the first time, and second, ten minutes earlier when Sas'ke's towel dropped off his waist."
I was literally red- I couldn't believe it, and I could only add: "Is it that obvious?"
"In fact, not at all. I could only tell because I've known you for so long."
Well, at least it's not obvious.

Which leads to the current day. Sasuke+ Shower= Horny Itachi. Good thing I got used to it. Next on my agenda, go to Kakuzu to help him pack. He's moving out to the University's dorm rooms or whatever they're called. He suddenly decided he wanted to attend University at 20 years old. Cool guy. And thumbs up for me. I already finished University, and all the shit implied with that.

I got dressed and headed to my black Mazda. Once I was on my way, I wrote a mental note to thank Hidan for teaching me the "dernier-cri" swears, and ask for more, 'cause I used them all while driving through Denver. The traffic could annoy even Buddha. When I reached my destination, I immediately realized it was a bad time for me to show up. Kakuzu and his father were once again killing each other. And I could bet 1000$ on the fact both of them will be asking me to take his side.
Well, let's hope for the best. I rang the doorbell, wondering who's going to answer. Hn, seems it's Kakuzu.

"Oh, Itachi. Come in. By the way, my father and I were arguing on my decision to attend University. Go on and tell him it's just a loss of MONEY, I'm the laziest person alive, school won't help me! Please convince him, I want that money for a car, not University!"

"You already own a car?"

"That Mercedes is junk. I want another one. That doesn't matter, the thing IS school won't do any good to an idiot like me. I'm a dropout, loser, call me whatever, but I'm not good at learning. Anything!"

"Well, well, what kind of University is it? Maybe it's not that bad?"

"I haven't asked…I suck at everything, why bother asking?"

"What? You're moving out just about now and you have no idea where? You're so much more of a butt-head than I thought you were, Kakuzu…"

"It doesn't matter, you just stay on my side and I'll give you a treat at that fancy restaurant you and the little creep go to."

"His name is Sasuke, and I don't want to interfere in your fights with your father."

"Don't be afraid of that old fart! He listens to everything you say! Just do me this one favor! I can even pay you! And you know I'm greedy when it comes to money."

"But, you see, the thing is that I agree with your father. School won't kill you! Maybe you can even get a job this way…"

"I don't need a job, Itachi; I'm doing just fine living on the geezer's money."

"And what if he decides one day to stop sponsoring you? What are you gonna do then?"

"That's what friends are for, right, Itachi?" He blinks at me, but it doesn't help. If he thinks I'm going to give him money, he's so wrong.

"I don't think so, Kakuzu. Since when am I your piggy bank?"

"Just drop it, now come talk to my father. The sooner the better." Before I could react, he pushed me through the living room's door, where his father was standing in an armchair, eyes closed, almost meditating.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, kid. How are ya today?" He gave me a shiny smile, and if I didn't know him better, I would say he's pleased to see me.

"Father, cut the acting. I already told him."

"Ahem, so you got him on your side, punk? Not that it makes any difference."

"Actually…" I started, only to be cut off by Kakuzu's hand over my mouth, and a whisper in my ear: "If you say something against me, I'll have Gaara make your life a living Hell."

I see, so he passed from "You're my friend, you gotta help me, I'll owe you my life if you do" to "Talk your mind and I'll have that staring guy stalk you and death glare you for the rest of your life." Nice, Kakuzu, I like your thinking. Be it your way, then.

"Oh, come on, you know Kakuzu sucks at everything…This ain't gonna make any difference."

"I don't care. At least I tried. This way, maybe he gets to meet new people and make some friends other than the bunch of assholes he already has." Ouch. That hurt my feelings.

"I'm one of his friends, too"

"So? You think you're any better? Take a look at your wrists and shut up." I didn't deserve that. Okay, I do have a past…I admit the fact I was cutting my wrists back when my parents died, but that doesn't mean he has any right to bring that up, considering the fact he used to be a marijuana junky back in his youth.

"It's been 5 years. You're gonna keep bringing that up every time we don't agree on a matter?" Which reminds me: why am I having a fight with Kakuzu's father? I really don't give a shit if Kakuzu goes to University. It's none of my business. Then I remembered. Gaara. I really don't know why I fear the guy. I mean, he's 16, even younger than my brother… but also has the most piercing stare I've ever seen in my life. Especially emphasized by the ton of eyeliner he wears. That redhead is giving me the creeps. Unfortunately, I got to see him in my house a lot more often than I wish I had, for he's one of Sasuke's best friends. I wonder how Sasuke doesn't have nightmares when they're doing sleepovers. Back to reality. An annoyed Kakuzu means trouble. I can leave the very next second, but I fear the fact Kakuzu is somehow going to screw this up even more than he already has. So better stay with him. Or better said, stay on his side. I can be very persuasive if I try.

"What university is it?"

"Psychology. He doesn't need brains for that. It ain't math, I know he's not good with numbers, it's not literature, I know he only knows how to write his name or the word 'money', it doesn't require special abilities, so he should be able to do it."

I get it. Blood is thicker than water. The old geezer chose something rather easy for his dropout son to do, especially if he's paying. I wouldn't mind doing psychology. Not at all. In fact, it might help Kakuzu. In the end, Sasuke's Gaara's BFF, not Kakuzu's; I'm safe.

"Well, Kakuzu, I think you're going to like it. I'll help you pack."

"Are you crazy? You want me to kill you? How can you say I'm going to like it, when I told you I hate anything called school! You… ASSHOLE!"

"Say that once more and I'll have my own friends beat you up, if you remember Pein."

"One day, I'll kill you… Psychologically! You'll regret it, I swear."

"Ahem, I know. You'll beat the living crap out of me. Till then, hurry up and pack. I don't have all day. I guess Sasuke is wondering where I am."

"Selfish bastard." He muttered to himself, but I'm good enough to hear him, though, I do understand his frustration. "I heard that."

"Good. I wish you did." Surprisingly, all his clothes were packed neatly, along with God-knows-how-many underwear changes (geesch, it sounds like he's a five year-old, that still wets the bed to need those many pairs of boxers). Anyway, good news, I don't have to help him pack-

"So, do you need anything else, or we start getting those bags to your car?"

"Wait, man, I need to pack my money, y'know. Takes time."

"Pack your money? Hell, it's not like you have money piled in some old closet, right?"

"Actually, I do have a shitload of 'em. And you're not going to help me. I don't have time to count if they're all there, now do I?"

"Whatever. Just be quick. I do have a life of my own." I actually don't…

"No, you don't-your personal life consists of that junior mini-version of you that you're calling brother-meaning, you have all the time on earth to do whatever you want, without anyone yelling at you."

"True enough, but my point is-I don't want to spend my time with YOU! Do you get it?"

"I wish I knew some foreign language to curse you in, and then refuse to translate."

"Bah, it wouldn't be anything new, my baby brother curses me in Japanese and I'm too lazy to keep track of what he's saying in order to remember at least one word."

"How the fuck does he know Japanese?"

"One of his friends, Sasori, taught him-he's always eager to learn new languages, so… I just wonder how he doesn't know German yet, his other good friend came 2 years ago from Allemagne-"

"From where?"

"Germany. I just said it in French, cause it's the only other language I know, besides English."

"I hate French."

"You hate everything." He truly does. And he seems to be finished with money packing and he really wasn't kidding, he does have a shitload of them.

"University, here we come!" I yelled, guess just to annoy him.

"Shut up. I don't need my neighbours to know!"

"Fine, fine. Let's go put those in the trunk."

We left his room and got out of his house, carrying his luggage. Pardon me-I was carrying three bags and he held the backpack stuffed with dollars. I could place a bet he robbed a bank if I didn't know him better.

"Dude, aren't you gonna say goodbye to your father? You ain't gonna see him for the next like…5 months?"

"I don't give a flying fuck about him. Nor I'm gonna miss him. Now, how do we do with the cars?"

"You drive yours, I drive mine. What about it?"

"They won't allow anyone outside campus park there."

"And you're telling me just now? How the heck am I supposed to return from the 4 miles away university?"

"Tell your brother to pick you up… Your house isn't far away from here. He can walk, then take the car, and it's all done."

"Except for one thing… How do I give him the keys?"

"What the fuck, Itachi? Everyone has 2 keys for the car. Where is your mind flying?"

"Everyone probably, except us-Sasuke lost his keys in some pub, as far as I know."

"Leave them under the car…"

"NO! what if someone steals my car? I paid good money for it!"

"Trust me, no one stays at 1 P.M. looking under cars in hope the driver dropped the keys there, and left without noticing. Get serious."

"Fine. But you pay me if it gets stolen."

"Okay. I agree. Cause I know it won't happen. Now call him."

"Yeah, yeah."

(Sasuke P.O.V.)

I left home, heading the park. I can't wait to see Sasori and Dei. Though, I preffered to see them separately, I'm not some crazy idiot to enjoy seeying them making out like there's no tomorrow (in front of me!) Sasori is my Japanese teacher! I can't believe it, but he's become my best friend since I discovered how my brother pulls his hair out when I curse in Japanese (*cough* when I curse him in Japanese) and he doesn't understand what I'm sayin'.
Sasori is the weirdest person I've ever met-except Dei-he's a readhead, and I mean a natural one! Somatimes I find myself on top of him, searching for roots, but no such luck-he IS a ginger! Even his brows are redish-orangeish. The only other person I know to be a readhead is Gaara, who happens to be his cousin. Fun thing-
Dei is a traditional german-bonde. He looks like a girl, most of the time, because of the long hair (some people call him legally blonde, jut to mock him) and also skinny and lean body. He only misses the breasts, but you could say he's just some flat-chested girl. The only masculine things he has are the voice and his dick (guess he has one). First time I met him, as Sasori's boyfriend, I was like:

"Hey, dude, what's your name?"

"How did you know? I mean, all the people Sasori introduced me to were ready to undress me just to make sure I'm not a girls, when I told them I'm a guy, yeah."

"I don't blame them. I wouldn't have guessed myself if I didn't know Sasori was gay!" I laughed at that.

"Oh, so that's it? God, it's pathetic." I agree. But I didn't tell him. Back to present, I reached our meeting point. And they aren't there. Weird. I mean, Deidara is the type of guy to be late all the times, but Sasori is a living clock. I was about to call, when I decided to wait 10 minutes, what if I interrupted one of their "moments together"?
10…15…20… okay, they're not coming. Once again, I'm left alone. Then, my phone rings. Oho, must be Sasori, saying "Sorry, I'm with Dei, guess what, we're fucking each other's brains out" I pick up and yell:

"Well, Sasori, do you think I could join you? I don't mind a threesome with you and Dei" it was very visible sarcasm, but no answer. "What, you're pictureing it, or what?"

"Threesome? Sasori, Dei? Sasuke , you're gay?" huh? Then I checked to see who it was…

"Oh my fucking God, it's Itachi!" Oops, I said that loud and clear.

"Yes, it's me? Who do you think it was?"

"Sasori" Better not lie…

"I thought he was your best friend, Sasuke! What's going on?" I could hear his desperation through the phone, but I was way too embarrassed to mock him right now.

"It was just a joke, they didn't come to meet me in the park and I thought if it was Sasori calling me to make stupid excuses…"

"What hell of a joke was that? Now answer my first question: Are you gay?"

"I don't know…" Yes. But it's better for your mental sanity to think I'm not.

"You don't know… Sasuke, you sound like you're virgin or something!"

That's because I am, I'm only 17, idiot. "I'm not!" Better die than admit, I don't want him to tell the whole Denver about it.

"Then?"

"We'll talk at home about that, I promise. Now, why did you call?"

"Ok, fine, but I won't forget." I doubt you would.

"I know. Now say it, what's up?"

"I need you to come over at Kakuzu's place and take the car, I-"

"You're giving me the car? Cool, that means party!"

"No, I'm not giving you the car, I'm lending it to you, cause I'm going with Kakuzu to help him move in the university's dormrooms, and-"

"I don't care what you do, thing is the car is mine for a day, right?"

"Would you please, stop interrupting me? You are njot having the car for yourself, as I said, I can't go with it, cause they won't allow me to park there, so, the thing is, Kakuzu won't come back to drive me home, and I don't have the car, so you need to come pick me up in let's say… 2 hours, got it?"

"Can't you make it 3 hours?"

"No. Why?"

"So I could brag to my friends, your Mazda is super-cool, and besides, I only get to drive it a short time to none."

"Sorry, little one, gas costs money, and I'm not currently affording any waste. Maybe next time."

"It's always next time! And stop calling me 'little one'!"

"Whatever. You're in?"

"Like I have a choice. How do I get the keys?"

"I'll leave them behind the right wheel in the back, okay?"

"Fine. Bye, dankon-"

"Not again with your stupid Japanese."

"Sorry, I couldn't resist it."

He ended the call. Guess I should get going. Sionce when does my stuck-up brother help Kakuzu? I thought his life philosophy was "not to help someone unless you get something for doing so". Wonder what could Kakuzu help my brother with… Now I have to walk over there and wait for Itachi to call me. Just great. My day has just gone from bad to worse.

A/N: Soo, this is the first part of chapter 1:) I should mention the pairings, maybe...The second part of this chapter will reveal some more, I think.. So, There is Saso/Dei, with a later Kaku/Hida. Also, the relationship between Itachi and Sasuke will be brotherly for the next like 3 chapter or so. Well, that would be it. R&R:)