Chapter two – A step forward
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A/N: To the anonymous person who left the review that I deleted: Go fuck yourself. Fucking piece of shit. Your prejudice and ignorance offends me more than your words. It's because of you disgusting assholes that I write this, in fact, I dedicate this chapter to you.
To everyone else: Sorry for my language and Heya.
Itachi watched his younger brother, more specifically he watched the emotions that splayed across his face at the mere mention of the Uzumaki man. First was shock, which faded, only to be replaced with anger which dissipated to disgust, only for a sliver of apprehension to be added to the mixture. Only one Uzumaki Naruto could have such an effect on Sasuke. "Well come on then, we have packing to get done" he said, snapping Sasuke back to the real world. Sasuke grunted, his mask of nonchalance back on his face, but Itachi knew better than that. Especially with the way Sasuke's fingers were shaking with what Itachi could recognize as anticipation.
Sasuke stood next to his brother, his palms sweaty as they stood in front of the door labelled "Professor Uzumaki". Even now after ten years, the blonde refused to adopt his father's surname. Though he would never admit it aloud, Sasuke was nervous. Despite the gap between their ages, they had been friends before Naruto left for America, and when the blonde had left, an emptiness had been tinkered in his bones. Naruto was the only friend he had, even though the boy was twenty three and he was only eight. Even now, after so many years had passed, no one could take Naruto's place and that was terrifying for Sasuke. He had allowed the blonde to invade his space and that only led to betrayal. The blonde had left him. No explanation or even indication that he was going to leave in the first place. "No time to back out now, little raven" his brother said and he glared at him, before Itachi knocked on the door.
"You know how much I hate that nickname" Sasuke groused but his older brother just chuckled. Before Itachi could reply, a deep voice called from behind the door.
"Come in" the person commanded and even from where they stood they could feel the man's power. Only two people had such an effect on the Uchiha brothers. Their father and one Namikaze Minato, Naruto's father. Itachi whose hand was already on the doorknob was the one to push the door open and Sasuke had difficulty with adjusting his eyes to the light that invaded their senses. He could hear the shuffling of papers in the abnormally quiet room followed by the low squeaking of the chair as the man stood up. "Ah, I was wondering when you would show your faces around here" the velvety voice said with mirth dancing through his words. Sasuke tried his best not to look up, for fear at what he would see.
"Well, you did tell me to visit, did you not?" Itachi asked and Sasuke, from the corner of his eyes, watched as the corners of his brother's lips lifted in what he knew was a smirk. As they entered the room, the door clicked close behind them. They bowed as per their custom and when Itachi straightened his back, he was tackled in a light hug.
"It's been ages, Itachi" the man who was inches taller than his brother said as he hugged him. He was huge, well larger than they were, with all that rippling muscles under his blue pin stripped, white shirt and black pants, all tastefully tailored. The man pulled away and Sasuke's body tensed. "And little Sasu-Sasu. Why is your head bowed? Weren't you Uchiha boys trained to always hold your head in pride or some shit like that?" he crudely asked and offended with his language as well as his comment, Sasuke rose his head in defiance. And that was his first mistake.