The car took a sharp left and he was slammed against his seat. He blinked away the grogginess he felt and sat up. As the car slowed down he looked outside the window and realized that it was nighttime. They slowed to a stop and he could hear gravel crunching beneath the tires. His door opened and one of the two men in the car dragged him out by his arm. Looking at him with contempt, the man slammed the door and walked him inside an upper-class apartment building. Gold lining gleamed at him from the walls and he saw his reflection in it. He was tousled and covered in blood that was not his. His sister's.
The man lifted him up and tossed him into the open elevator. The button for the pent house had already been pressed. He was scared. He curled himself up in the corner, hugging his knees tightly to his chest and kept his eyes on the door. After what seemed like an eternity, the doors opened and he found himself looking out on an incredibly technological apartment. Large screens seemed to cover every inch of the wall and the colors silver and black were in no short supply. Underneath all of this was a black Persian rug with strange story-like designs on it. Despite his predicament his curiosity overcame him and he stood up and walked into the room.
As soon as he stepped inside, the elevator doors closed behind him and he saw the elevator travel back down to the number 1 on the wall. He walked around the room until he found a small seat about his height sitting before a large screen. He clambered onto the seat and looked at the screen again. The font in the middle read: Touch Screen To Begin. He put his hand on the screen and a video of a man appeared. He looked closer and recognized the man as his Uncle, a man he had thought was dead since he was 4.
"Welcome to our organization. I am sorry for the forceful way in which you were taken from your life but believe me, it was necessary. In private, you may call me Uncle but in front of others you must refer to me only as Shakespeare. As part of our organization, you will no longer be referred to as Sasuke but rather as Romeo. The reason for this may never be revealed to you but it is a necessary precaution. Good luck along your path."
The screen went black once again. His small mind could not comprehend all of this. With no sound, he slumped back on his chair and fell asleep again.
"After that, my story is pretty much the same as yours I guess. Every day I had training in Martial Arts, the use of guns—basically the tricks of being an assassin. Then last week I got a new assignment."
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a picture of Hinata with the words 'Codename: Juliet. Location: Unknown. Time to kill: 2 months'. Her expression was one of surprise.
"Funny, that. I got one of those too." She pulled out her cell phone and, after unlocking it, she handed it to Sasuke. He looked down at his picture with mild surprise and read the words attached to the bottom of it. 'Codename: Romeo. Location: Unknown. Time to kill: 1 week and 3 days.'
"Romeo and Juliet…" he smirked, "Very original."
"Yeah, I thought so too," she replied.
"Wow…So. What to do now?"