Warnings: AU, OOC, Shota, Un beta'ed

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

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Uchiha Itachi-30 years old

Insomnia. One's inability to fall asleep, or remain asleep for an adequate amount of time. Whether Sasuke was an insomniac or not, he knew one thing for sure. He could not fall asleep. The last thing his god damn therapist told him was plaguing his mind, and his thoughts refused to take a break from the constant circuit they are running. June 9th. It sounded so familiar to the Uchiha, yet it had a hint of strangeness surrounding it. He racked his brain over and over again to try and remember what it was that made him recognize that date. Did it hold some sort of significance around it? Did a certain event happen on that date? Was it someone's birthday? The raven sighed, as he let his head fall into his hands.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" He mumbled as he got up from his bed, and walked towards his closet. He had remembered that he had kept a hidden box in his room, but he can't remember when the last time he had opened it was. Before a certain age, Sasuke couldn't remember much, it was as if his mind was completely erased, and over time, he could remember bits and bobs, but it didn't really add up or make any sense. He opened the door, and took something out. It was an average sized, dusty brown wooden box and it hadn't looked like it had been opened in a long time.

Sasuke walked back to the bed and sat down with the box in his lap, he opened it and all he saw were pictures. All of them had a face burned out and he wasn't quite sure why. Sasuke knew he had an elder brother, but he didn't know much other than that. Any memories of him were blurred, and didn't piece together. But Sasuke never asked about him, from a young age he was told that his brother was a bad man, ran away and rejected him. So ever since then, Sasuke didn't even want to know anything about his so called brother. He can't even remember what the guy looks like.

He leaned back still trying to understand what importance the date has to him, as he continued to look through the pile of pictures; Sasuke stumbled across a picture with two faces burned out. It was a picture of a very young Sasuke, who looked incredibly pissed off and two other guys, but their faces were non-existent. The Uchiha shook his head and looked at the other papers in the box, there were newspaper articles and clippings about the death of his parents, but honestly he couldn't remember anything about them either, and reading over it, there was no sadness or even any sign of emotion on Sasuke's face. He couldn't care less. Whether that was normal or not, depends on what people define as normal.

The young Uchiha angrily kicked the box off the bed, for some reason his mood seems to constantly change due to small little things. He didn't understand how the human mind worked, he knew he was smart but there are some things that even Einstein wouldn't be able to solve. Sasuke attempted to fall back to sleep even though he knew he wouldn't be able to even close his eyes.

...

"Kakashi?"

"Yes, and this is?"

"Isn't that an irrelevant question?" The therapist chuckled in reply.

"Perhaps it is, what is it you require, Itachi?"

"How is he doing?"

"Nothing much has changed since the last time you asked." He could hear the Uchiha sigh over the phone. "You rarely call Itachi, is this occasion special?"

"I'm not able to see you this week."

"May I ask why?"

"Certain circumstances."

"Do I even want to know why?"

"It'll be in your best interest not to know."

"How lovely." Kakashi grinned. "Your little present seemed to have an effect on Sasuke." He heard Itachi pause for a moment.

"In a pleasant way or not?"

"Depends what you call pleasant or not."

"Kakashi, I'm not a very patient man."

"Oh really? I can hardly tell." The masked mask commented sarcastically. He could tell that Itachi was now giving him the silent treatment. "He can't remember much, but there are a few details that seem to engrave themselves in his mind."

"Such as?"

"Numbers, from 1 to 9 in particular, sound familiar Itachi?"

"How could I forget?"

"He also mentioned something else, something that seems rather troubling."

"And that is?"

"I sensed a sort of anger radiating of him when he mentioned art, perhaps he still remembers."

"You and I both know that's impossible."

"But we both know it's possible for him to remember slight details."

"Maybe, what would happen if I called him?"

"Either way Itachi, you contacting him would be completely pointless. He would not even recognize your voice or even if he saw you he wouldn't know who you were. Despite how smart Sasuke is or how smart he likes to believe he is, he is still vulnerable. He doesn't like to reveal things, and that makes it hard for me to help him in any way. The fact that he is actually attending my sessions shows he cares to some extent, but I don't think he cares enough. He seems to have no idea about his own wellbeing and that is why I think it is important to tell him now."

"Kakashi, what good would that even do? Do we want to risk the possibility that it might screw him up even more?"

"You do realize withholding valuable information is somewhat illegal?"

"Since when do we do anything that is legal?" Kakashi chuckled, he did make a point.

"Well one can always hope to change for the future."

"Don't believe your own lies; it'll do no good for you."

"You always were so understanding."

"I take it that was sarcasm."

"Itachi, I'll call you when I have an update. Right now, I am a busy man with lots to do."

"I see, farewell Kakashi."

"I'm not dying Itachi, no need to be so formal." Kakashi heard the phone line go dead and in response he rolled his eyes and muttered, "typical Uchihas."

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Sasuke had made a decision. He was going to visit Naruto's orphanage today, he had already called in sick and to be honest he didn't even know why he bothered to do that. I mean, he is the boss; he has every right to take off whatever days he wants. He had already gotten ready, but for some reason he hadn't left yet. He dressed in a smart attire to give a good impression but he wasn't prepared for the possible questions that would ask him. The raven shook his head, what was he thinking? He was Uchiha Sasuke, he could rule the fucking world if he wanted to.

Sasuke grabbed his keys and left his apartment, making sure to avoid everyone, he hadn't having more contact than necessary. He had remembered how to get there step by step, how could he possibly forget? That's where his beautiful Naruto is, just sitting there waiting for him. He drove to god forbidden place and parked his car outside and prepared his mental state of mind. He had to do this for his precious blonde; Sasuke couldn't live with himself knowing that Naruto is trapped inside this so called orphanage.

He walked up towards the door and ringed the bell. It opened revealing the same woman Sasuke had seen last time.

"Ah, what a pleasant surprise!" She charmingly smiled at him. Sasuke's face remained stern and unemotional; this whore wasn't going to fool him.

"I came to talk about Naruto." He walked past her and straight in. "I'm assuming that you're going to come with me?" She looked at him in a confused manner before shaking her head and shutting the door. She walked past him; straight into the office and the Uchiha followed. He looked around and realized that it looked no different than before. Has she never of a cleaner before? Disgust crept its way up Sasuke's spine, he couldn't stand being here, everything about this place made his skin crawl. She sat down at her desk.

"Do you want to take a seat?"

"I'd rather stand up." Sasuke's reply was too quick, and she looked at him suspiciously.

"Alright..." She mumbled to herself. "What do you want to know?"

"Why is Naruto hated?"

"Hmm, it's surprising that you don't know." Sasuke didn't reply but just stood there in silence, waiting for her to continue. "Well, his parents were hated and that just got projected on to him. They were con artists, stole from the poor, conned the rich, robbed banks and all of that. His mother became pregnant with him, and they had disappeared for nine months, no one had heard from them, crime rates had decreased dramatically but then all of a sudden the media managed to get a hold of a picture of his parents; Kushina and Minato leaving him at this orphanage. The media decided to exploit Naruto, and take advantage of him before he was even aware of what was happening. A few years later, special police force had managed to take them down but they didn't survive, they had to use armed forces to catch them. So ever since then, everyone knew who Naruto was, knew what he looked like, knew pretty much everything about him; his name, age, birthday etc. It isn't his fault, but no one wants to adopt him because of that. It's really unfair but this is a cruel world."

Sasuke remained speechless. He felt annoyed, bitter, infuriated and frankly sickened by the human race and how they would treat a poor, innocent angel like Naruto. He now knew he had to do it, he couldn't let Naruto live here. He was going to give his blonde everything he could possibly ask for.

"What would I need to do in order to adopt him?" Ino's eyes widened as she looked at him in shock.

"Are you joking?" Does it look like I'm fucking joking?

"Why would I be joking?" This girl was starting to irritatingly grate on his nerves.

"Even after people hear the story, they are still reluctant to even think about adopting him."

"I fail to see your point."

"Nevermind, erm..." She began looking through a whole bunch of files, trying to find Naruto's one. "Well, we will have to do some background checks such as your current income, and whether you've been in debt. Also, we'll be checking your health records, criminal records, there will also be a home inspection and we will need a reference from someone close to you." Shit, where am I going to get that?

"Is that it?"

"Pretty much, depending on how quickly we can get your documents and how quickly the home inspection will be done."

"How long will it take?"

"It could take a few months." I can't wait that long.

"Is there any way to quicken the process?" Ino stopped looking through the paperwork and looked straight at the Uchiha.

"Why is it you want to adopt Naruto, not any of the other kids?" Those idiots don't interest me? I don't want to fuck them? Kids annoy the shit out of me, Naruto being the only exception? Those brats aren't worth my time? Naruto belongs to me and only me?

"I know what it's like to be treated differently."

"How so?" This sparked interest in Ino, she wanted to know more about this mysterious man and why he's so determined to adopt Naruto.

"I'd rather not discuss it." Annoying nosy bitch.

"Fair enough." She muttered in disappointment. "If you're able, come back within this week, and we'll talk more about it, if possible bring some of your records with you and maybe we can speed this along. Would you like me to tell Naruto that you want to adopt him?" Sasuke smirked at her.

"If you wouldn't mind." She got up from her seat and walked towards the door.

"I don't think you'll be able to see him though, you have to schedule visits beforehand." He scowled at her.

"When can I see him?"

"Come back in three days, I'll write it down so you can spend the day with him and take him out."

"Hn." Sasuke was definitely not pleased, but hopefully his little heavenly blonde will be there at the park waiting for him today or even tomorrow if he's not allowed out.

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Itachi paced back and forth in his living room, debating on what he should do, his hand raked through his ebony hair in frustration. It had been just over 10 years since he's last seen or spoken to his little brother. Despite how cold he may seem on the outside, Itachi deeply cared for Sasuke and it killed him knowing that Sasuke will never know, and he was to find out, it would completely destroy him.

He worried about Sasuke every second, and it had been eating him up inside that he wasn't able to make any contact with him. The elder Uchiha's life had gone down the drain, he didn't even have a life to speak of, and he couldn't focus on anything other than Sasuke. He would work, come home, worry, eat, worry, take a shower, worry some more, sleep, have a dream about Sasuke, wake up, and then drive himself to insanity by worrying again. He used to have a partner, or lover shall I say but he couldn't deal with Itachi spending all his time panicking over Sasuke.

The Uchiha slumped down onto the sofa, and stared at the phone. A few years back, he had managed to get a hold of Sasuke's house number, he had even learnt it of by heart but he had never ever called him. He didn't want to risk causing any trouble for Sasuke, but if what Kakashi said was right then Sasuke would not recognize him and it wouldn't do any harm. Would it? He looked up at the time and it read 7:10pm, surely Sasuke wouldn't be busy at this time. Itachi picked up the phone, he felt incredibly nervous all of a sudden. He was scared of his reaction, but worse of all; he was scared that Sasuke might remember.

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Hola everyone! I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, it's probably just getting more and more confusing but that's my aim, it wouldn't be interesting if you guys knew everything! :D sorry for any spelling/punctual/grammar mistakes, I tried to skim through and fix it myself but it's hard I've now finished school so I've got 2 free months to update more frequently now :]

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