SERENDIPITY
(n.) the chance occurrence of events in a beneficial way.
Each day was the same. Wake up, clean self up, prepare for school. It was a schedule. Simple and easy to follow. Today required a little more preparation. After all, it was time for Sasuke to move on to high school.
It was his first year, but was going to his second year since he skipped a grade. Sasuke wasn't one to experience any sort of emotional distress, but even he felt rather anxious to the prospect of going into a different school. Luckily for him, he had a simple easy plan to follow through. For school, he'd just avoid working with other people, isolate himself from others. Once he got through high school, he'd study in university.
Then work his way to success to take down his brother Itachi.
Putting on a dark blue shirt, Sasuke looked at the glassy reflection of himself, staring in hesitation.
After he takes down Itachi… what else would he do? Take over his 'parents' company that much he understood. Slowly he headed to the bathroom and splashed refreshing cold water, trying to brush off the feeling of uneasiness he felt in his stomach.
What else would he do after? Settle down with a wife and have children.
Blinking back into reality, he nodded to himself as he quietly headed down to the kitchen, the smell of toast and eggs welcomed him softly. The cook gave a mild smile, his eyes endearingly greeting Sasuke in the morning. Many workers had come and gone since the fighting of the owners of the house were often out of control, but never the chef, he had been at the mansion before Sasuke had arrived; perhaps the old employee had viewed Sasuke as a child that was lost in loneliness, but he never once brought up questions of Sasuke's past.
In fact, Sasuke couldn't recall a time where both of them conversed for a long period of time, they were always short, straightforward, and clean which Sasuke appreciated.
Settling into the chair, Sasuke's forefinger slid down the spine of the fork on the table, enjoying the mild coldness of the metal as a maid set down his plate of toast and omelette.
The woman looked more of a woman with her softer looking skin, pale skin that was decorated with freckles, a band aid decorating the bridge of her nose―a result of her clumsiness― and dark brown hair that was a mess of curls.
Luckily for Sasuke he didn't have to deal with a flustered hormonal woman when it came to this peculiar maid since she was generally quiet and professional.
Giving a smooth "Thank you." He lifted his fork to dig into his richly season breakfast. The toast was crunchy with a strong taste of peanut. Already Sasuke felt the grogginess of the morning fading out of his body. Taking a bite out of his eggs, his eyes glanced at his wristwatch.
6:45 am. I have a good hour and half before my school begins classes. Sasuke noted with relief. He usually took a good 20 minutes with his hair and teeth after eating, and he hated being rushed when it came to organizing himself to be presentable as a high class man of society.
Eating wasn't time consuming since Sasuke didn't eat an enormous amount. Easing himself back to his extra bathroom, he began to work on his slightly crooked hair, and freshened up his teeth, taking pleasure of how quiet it was on the building. Recently his guardians had both taken a liking to traveling abroad for pleasure, Sasuke was like their stand in to the mansion, never treating him like a real son.
One more glance at the mirror.
Empty coal eyes, delicately shaped eyebrows, smooth jaw, soft lips, and straight nose, Sasuke confirmed and approved of his appearance, right as he turned away he caught sight of something orange, returning his eyes once more to the background of the mirror, the bright flash of color had disappeared.
Vague tugs at his chest returned, swallowing heavily Sasuke forced himself to head to the car, blocking out the soft laughter of a child he somehow knew.
It was 7:11 am by the time Sasuke had grabbed his backpack, fitted on his shoes, and got himself into the back of the car, his escort was settled readily at the driver's seat.
As prepared as Sasuke, the driver's voice was rough as he spoke up.
"Want to go drive around as usual? You have a good 40 minutes before you have to be at your school." He asked, despite the obvious answer Sasuke would give every day.
"Yes."
Soon the car purred to life as the convertible began exiting the garage opening. The soft leather felt soft on the back of Sasuke's neck when he rested his head on the seat.
Long drives were somewhat therapeutic to the pale young man, the passing of trees, people and other cars gave Sasuke an artificial sense of normality and stability that he lacked in his past.
By doing this on a regular basis, the ache Sasuke often experienced would calm down, and fade into a mild throb that'd momentarily disappear on the rare spotting of children playing or walking on the sidewalk. Pain would disappear to be replaced by a sense of loss.
As if something important was gone. Although nothing came to mind to Sasuke since taking down Itachi Uchida was the important goal he had, he couldn't shake off the empty sensation of something having been stolen from him.
But what could it possibly be?
Death had stricken in his family, sweeping away his entire family in the form of his brother.
Then he was thrown into a building of forgotten children which he met…
Eyes narrowed as his thoughts began to intensify, trying to recall something he might have forgotten, it seemed that he was close to remembering the lost piece of memory that unconsciously haunted him.
It had something to do with blue eyes… obnoxious laughter decorated with grime, muddy fingers, something about a fox…
Another flash of orange caught his eyes again, only this time it was an actual person sporting a loose orange shirt with what looked like a friend. Unintentionally, Sasuke found himself staring at the brightly coloured person with great concentration. Those eyes… blue like fire, golden skin with blond hair, and a smile so like a fo-
"Sir, we should begin heading to your school, it's already 7:47 am." The tough voice cut right through Sasuke's concentration, destroying the progress he had made from pulling the pieces of forgotten memories together. Dizzily checking the time, he noticed his driver was right, it was 7:47 am. School started at 8:15 am.
"… Or perhaps you'd like to skip today…?" the driver suggested, his dark green eyes meeting Sasuke's from the front mirror. Sasuke took pleasure on his car rides from the peace it gave to his chaotic mind, but he also enjoyed the intelligent chats he had with his driver as well.
Never judge a book by its cover; the driver had a phd in psychology and studied abroad in Germany for most of his university life, apparently his driver retired after his wife had passed and took on a casual job to give himself a sense of productivity.
These skills always gave the driver the advantage to pick up on subtle hints of Sasuke's mood and often, his thoughts.
Shaking his head softly, Sasuke cleared his head of the unusual confusion. "That won't be necessary. Just turn back to my school."
Wordlessly the driver nodded compliantly and turned the car around with smooth skill.
Gazing out the window again, the orange figure was gone, and the memories he had strung together were no longer present in mind; the only thing Sasuke took special notice of, was that the sharp aches he experienced had diminished.
But he was still at a loss for words.
Something was still gone.
Dancing passionately to the music down the sidewalk gave Naruto the sadistic pleasure of watching his friend Kiba groan in embarrassment.
"Naruto stop…" The brown haired man begged to save himself from the odd looks people gave them.
The intro was a simple tempo of piano, electro music built up with drums, then the electro music would take on a higher energy which made Naruto break into some odd dance of his head shaking to the rhythm.
Met a girl in the parking lot.
And all I did was say hello.
Her pepper spray made it rather hard… for me to walk her home.
But I guess that's the way it goes…
Feet would move themselves to the music as the beat would drop. Naruto would lip sync to the lyrics.
Tell me again was it love at first sight
When I walked by and you caught my eye!
Didn't you know love could shine this bright
Well smile because you're the deer in the headlights
Children soon began to gather in bundles of small crowds to watch afar, some even pointing, chubby faces scrunched in amusement as they broke out in shrill giggles.
Kiba glared at the sun and muttered "Why me?" to himself, soon whimpering as he put up with the soft giggles of passing by woman.
Kiba knew it was a mistake to show Naruto Owl City.
Woman were laughing, Children were staring. Everyone was having the best time of their lives all except for Kiba. Naruto, oblivious to his friend's embarrassment continued to dance away to the rhythm, calling more attention with his bright orange sweater that looked like he ripped an orange clean of its skin.
As they reached the end of the street, a classy car had driven by, obviously belonging to one of the filthy rich people of the city.
Naruto didn't notice, but Kiba most definitely did, admiring the paintjob and waxing, the car was a beauty to behold; until he saw the typical classy guy with an air of royalty stare at Naruto with burning intensity that Kiba knew Naruto would have noticed if his idiotic golden haired friend wasn't listening to his music with loud earphones.
The cool stare of the pale man glimmered on momentary amusement, his lips smiling a little as the car drove past.
Feeling the little bit of pride he had left slowly die out, Kiba slumped.
"Naruto I fucking hate you. Now even the rich slobs of the city will hear about what fucking weirdos we are."
Kiba glared at Naruto who wasn't randomly pulling dance moves, he had switched to pelvic thrusting and another young teenage girl had walked briskly forward, only to raise eyebrows and offer a concerned look before she increased the speed of her walk.
Kiba noticed how cute she was with her pale lilac eyes, long dark hair, and shy expression, remembering that his stupid friend was dancing perversely in front of her.
"Naruto would you fucking stop?!" Kiba asked in a tough whisper when he leaned to his friend's ear.
The energetic tanned young teenager pulled off his right earphone and gave Kiba an innocent grin as he spotted his friend's sudden dismayed expression.
Both turned to the left, reaching the bus station that was eight beside a large pine tree. If it wasn't for maps, their bus station would have been easy to miss. Unfortunately for Kiba, the girl turned right and had seemed overly eager to get away from the two strangers.
"What's wrong now Kiba? You jealous I got an iPhone?" he teased with a cheeky grin, his blue eyes largely staring at Kiba.
"No, I was commenting how tiny your ass is to have beaten that rich ass Neji Hyuuga into the ground with those tiny ass sausage fingers of yours." Kiba sarcastically replied, feeling bitter and humiliated.
Returning the scowl Kiba gave Naruto, the bright eyed man gave a half smile and a quirked eyebrow "Someone needs to get laid."
"Fuck you."
"Anytime if you use lube." Naruto replied without shame.
"Shut up. That's just gross." Kiba shuddered with the unwanted imagery. Kiba was fine with the concept of gays, it's just that he wasn't gay, so he didn't enjoy the scene his imagination had conjured.
The sound of smooth car caught the hearing of Naruto's keen ears. Glancing to the side, Naruto saw the expensive car pass by them, the window was a translucent; the face Naruto had caught sight of triggered some sort of warm rush of hear in his stomach.
Familiar narrow eyes that were a smoldering black, marble skin, and an odd hairstyle Naruto associated with a duck's butt.
"…Naruto?"
Jerking his head tightly, he glanced to Kiba's wild eyes.
"What?" he asked, shrugging away the odd feeling of nostalgia.
"Did you remember to bring the bus tickets?" Nervously, Kiba glanced to the bus that was headed to their station.
Slipping a hand into his pocket, Naruto's fingers met his phone's screen, but no tickets.
"I forgot them."
Both looked at each other and said together "Fuck we're gonna be late for school!"
