OH MY GOSH! Thank you SALLYRIDE and Lil Nozomi! What you guys will find is I type what I know. I'm sorry for those who may or may not recognize the area, but if I used Japanese locations then someone somewhere may not know where that is either so just google the area if it means that much to you. This is an in your face reality check sort of story, but it has some good points I hope and enough drama to keep you interested. I'm sort of under the weather so I felt like typing.

I don't own any of the characters from Naruto.

Chapter Two

Itachi stepped off the bus at the Norfolk depot and looked about the city. He could tell there was a lot of construction and rebuilding going on.
Well, this looks promising. He thought while collecting maps of the Hampton Roads area and picking out some magazines for the local apartments and homes.
First I need some decent food and a place to wash up.
Walking across the street he stopped at a bench and pulled out the maps to see where he was. There was a church to the left of him, the highway behind him, a housing development across from him and the core of the city to the right of him. He decided to go to the mall that was adjacent to his seat. After eating at Max and Irma's a well known family restaurant, he purchased another set of clothes and some shoes, since Sasuke was a size eleven and he was a twelve and a half.
He saw the light rail and road it through the other cities. He discovered there were lots of places to dine and many hotels in the area since it was mainly a military town, and he figured finding employement would be easy. From his maps it seemed that Norfolk was a good spot to access the other cities so he went to a Ramada Inn to stay. The young lady at the desk looked him up and down as he observed the clean office.
"Can I help you?" She said with a wide grin.
"Oh yes, I'd like to stay here for a month."
"Can I see some I.D. please?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Uhm, Mr. Uch-uhm..."
"U-chee-wha. It's Japanese." He smiled politely at the fumbling receptionist.
"Sorry. Uhm one month, plus a utlities deposit of seventy five dollars will be four seventy-five, eighty three." He looked in his wallet and realized that he had already spent half of the thousand that Sasuke had given him and the situations urgency took root. After getting his keys he went to the room and looked about. He had a television, and one bed with a desk and three lamps. The bathroom only had a shower, but it had a seat.
Well Itachi, it's time to start anew. But I have to be strategic in my budgetting. Looking at the money he had left he was staring at three hundred and thirty five dollars already, and he hadn't even gotten food or anything else.
Guess this lone wolf approach will be much more of a challenge than previously imagined, yet I'll make it work.
He laid down for a nights rest to get ready to fill out job applications in the morning. His mind drifted quickly to peaceful slumber as the prospects of reaching for his dreams. However, the temperature in June would work against his ambitions as a crumbling econonmy stomped on the hopes of another lone wolf.

"I will not!"
"Hinata, I swear you'll regret this! I gave you that car as a gift for your graduation from med school! Not for you to tote pop-tarts all over the damn place!" Hinabi walked behind her sister foot to foot yelling as she prepared another elaborate wedding cake for a client.
"Listen, I'm most appreciative little sister, but it's going to help me with my business. I've been able to expand since I can deliver my orders to my clients in the area." Hinata never stopped packing fondent flowers, pearl sugar beads, and edible flowers while her sister ranted.
"We are a family of the top surgeons in the world. Neji is working right now with NASA with the hopes of sending a pregnant ape to the moon, and Father is working on the final link to curing pancreatic cancer! Can't you see your destiny lies with medicine! You were the fourth in your class only because you didn't study- for taking crazy orders and filling up cupcake requests. This lunacy is going to end with me today!"
"Don't be so dramatic. Hand me that apron will you please?" The soft lilac eyed woman stood by the door of the kitchen waiting for her favorite serving apron. She was known as Ms. Sweets. Hinata had finished school and decided not to go to any of the hospitals that sought her out, yet she decided to take up more of an interest in her baking abilities. This caused her family to turn on her, looking at her decision as a waist and a blemish on the entire family since the entire house of Hyugga was known across the world for the excellence in medicines.
"Get it yourself you moron!"
Hinabi, like Neji, was a child prodigy and at the age of sixteen even she was already being recruited by ivy league colleges, even though she had already solidifed her position with John Hopkins School of Medicine. One of the most elite schools in medical history. The younger sister pouted at her sisters stubborness, yet she knew the family was also wealthy beyond imagine and Hinata used her portion to work on her craft and not what she was born to do.
"Look, I'm going to tell father that you still haven't gone to a hospital since your graduation last year and your hesitation is becaus of this foolish talk of being a baker."
"Father disowned me the day after I graduated when I told him I used my savings to buy this house and purchase this equipment for a larger kitchen. Why do you think Neji hasn't been by to see me?"
"Because your stupidity may be contagious-" She looked at her phone and grimaced.
"I have to go, there's a call at the hospital and they need me to step in for the neurosurgeon I'm working with this semester."
"Well, good luck to you and the patient you'll be working with."
Hinata turned quietly away and walked to the Audi that her sister bought for her. It had a sign on the side that read 'Ms. Sweets Treats' with lavender flowers all around the sign. Hinabi rolled her eyes at her sister before hopping into her mustang and speeding off towards Williamsburg.
I know you don't understand little sister, but I have to follow my heart. No one in the family believed I'd make anything of myself, so to follow the family business would only mean to be a drone. That's not me and I'll prove it.
She hopped in the car pulled out her listings and headed toward Norfolk to the wedding.