A CHANCE ARRANGEMENT
CHAPTER 4
-{SASUKE & ITACHI}-
Disclaimer: I don't own "Naruto" in any way, shape or form, just thic fic :)
Warning: This fic contains yaoi/slash/boyxboy, so you don't like, don't read
Sasuke had been wandering about the city for what felt like forever; although admittedly, it had only been about three hours or so since he had left the apartment, bored out of his mind after a barely-warm shower, the blame of which he attributed to Itachi, who had always tended to overdose on the hot water when he had been living at home before moving out. And the fact that his breakfast had consisted of a few slices of toast and cup of "Barry's Tea" or some such thing (which was admittedly delicious, and considerably lifted his less-than-stellar mood).
However, that didn't stop him from complaining to Itachi about their "sub-standard" housing, who in turn replied, "A change of circumstances will do you good dear brother. You may someday have to survive without the Uchiha title to do all your work for you."
And that had been the last he heard before storming out, in what was decidedly and definitely NOT a petulant manner! Curse Itachi, he thought to himself, who does he think he is, saying I use our name as a tool to do all my work! It's nothing like that, I just haven't been given the chance to go somewhere where everybody knows I'm a Uchiha, so – he suddenly stopped, realising the whole reason behind this "holiday".
And with that he didn't know whether he felt trepidation or confusion at that freedom, perhaps both.
Needless to say, Sasuke spent many an hour exploring the city of Dublin (and all her fair sights, of course), while Itachi spent the majority, if not entirety, of his day holed up in the apartment, making calls to absolutely everybody; their mother who seemed over-worried for them, some of his friends about a so-called party on in five days' time, and also some associates from the small businesses his father had let him take over back in London.
However, while he was used to these business meetings, that didn't mean they weren't less bearable when he got to smirk evilly to himself when thoughts of a depressed Sasuke crossed his mind … God, it felt good to be King …
Sasuke's little trek around Dublin proved to be almost completely uneventful, aside from a certain incident in the nearby park;
He had been surreptitiously minding his business sitting on a bench, reading a quality book he'd gotten from a local bookstore with a (surprisingly) large collection. Then suddenly, a nearby dog-walker seemingly lost control of the pack of over-friendly German Shepherds, Wolfhounds and Yorkies she was walking (distracted somewhat by the sight of the cute teen sitting on the bench), who rushed to swarm Sasuke in what could only be described as a maelstrom of fleas, germs and dirt.
By the time the red-haired girl got a handle on the dogs, Sasuke had rocketed past livid and indignant all the way to PISSED!
However he would have been more than willing to forget the entire thing at that moment and get clean, but that's not what that careless girl had in mind.
"Omigod, sorry!" she squealed, "I dunno what came over them –"
Sasuke snapped his gaze toward her, and with a glare that could kill, silenced her ramblings and muttered, "Get. Out. Of. My. Sight."
She hastened to oblige, pulling the godforsaken dogs with her in her rush, while Sasuke simply stared at her retreating back, the logo "Róisín's Dog-Walkers" bouncing up and down on her back.
God, I hate dogs… he thought to himself.