Chapter 10: In your shoes…or are they mine?

A/N And this, folks will be the chapter with Hatorri's Narutoverse intro. Many thanks to MT749 who reviews all my chapters, after all R&R to make me write faster ^-^

Sasuke was minding his own busyness, eating tomatoes and watching TV after a very hard training session with vengeance on his mind. In two months, he mused, he was going to be a ninja. And that meant he was one step closer to killing his brother.

Sasuke was your average 12 ½ year old soon-to-be teen. Raven black hair and dark onyx eyes, and pale skin- Uchiha trademark. It was important for the story to add that he still lived in the Uchiha grounds, as a reminder of what his brother did all those years ago. Sasuke frowned. He was going to end him, the same way he destroyed their family. There was nothing interesting on TV and if one had the chance, they would say he was more busy brooding that watching anything at all. But it was better than to train non-stop.

"HOLY SHIT!"

Sasuke was immediately on guard. Then he heard a splash. Something hit the surface of the Uchiha lake…hard. He needed to investigate.

As fast as he could he got out of his house and headed to the lake. He could see the water move as if something had hit it very hard… and then, in the dark (it was late at night) he saw someone wearing a white shirt floating on the surface, face down.

Something clicked in the young Uchiha's head when he saw that. He had to get the man out of the water. What if he had drowned? Then he had to explain the dead body in his lake… and that would endanger his ninja career and consequently his training.

Sasuke swiftly entered the cold lake and swam over to the body. It was the body of a very tall young man with black hair. He seemed unconscious. The young Uchiha pulled him out with much difficulty.

Finally, after what seemed forever, the man was pulled out of the lake. Sasuke took a few seconds to catch his breath and looked at the man. He wasn't breathing. Sasuke gulped. What if he had to do CPR? He paled at the thought. And just as he was about to do mouth-to-mouth breathing, the man coughed up some water and groaned.

It was really late at night and it was dark. Sasuke couldn't see the man's features. He turned him to the side to help him cough out all of the water. What was he doing swimming/drowning himself on Uchiha territory, anyways? He waited for the man to finish coughing water.

The older of the two finally stopped coughing and took a few shaky breaths before lying on his back, shivering. Sasuke could see he had short, black hair, and bangs similar to his.

"Ah…my head…" the man said in a language that Sasuke could not understand, which for the readers was English. The young man pushed himself slowly into a sitting position. "I think I might have a concussion..."

He covered his face with one hand and massaged the bridge of his nose. His eyes were closed and there was a slight frown marring his features. His world was spinning. He needed to get dry and warm and to lie down…

"Who are you?" Sasuke asked in a harsh voice, in Japanese.

The man looked at Sasuke… or at least tried. He could see three dancing copies of the boy and he felt extremely nauseous. He groaned and closed his eyes and lied down again. The last thing he needed was to vomit. He took a few seconds to compose himself. Where was he? What happened? His memories were slightly blurry but he was sure he was last with MJ, Fia, Tifa and L-chan. And he remembered some bright light.

"Whe…Where am I?" he asked weakly in Japanese, trying to keep the bile from rising.

At this point Sasuke was getting annoyed. Did this guy hit his head or something? Was he some drunk? Either way, he wanted him out of his property and fast. Or at least to find out his name.

"You are in the Uchiha Compound. What are you doing here?" Sasuke asked harshly. He was really annoyed. And that was not a good thing.

"Uchiha? Urgh…" the man groaned. He was experiencing a sharp pain to the left side of his rib cage. It was possible he had cracked ribs or a more severe injury.

"How did I get here?" he asked.

"You tell me, you trespassed."

"Hn." It was obvious the man was still trying to pull himself together. The name Uchiha ringed bells but the wheels weren't quite turning yet.

Sasuke sighed in aggravation. He stood up and pulled the man, helping him inside. The sharp pull was not a good idea as he growled out in pain.

"I'll get you inside." Sasuke said coldly.

Once inside the young man laid on the couch, on his right side. The pain in the left side was really trying to catch up on him. He needed to see a doctor. It was warm and comfortable inside and Sasuke came back with a blanket for him.

It was at that point at which they finally could look at each other. And Sasuke was slightly gaping at him… the older of the two looked uncannily like himself.

"Who are you?"

"Hatorri, you?" the man had said.

"Uchiha Sasuke." The boy said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

There was an awkward silence. Hatorri had one of his hands covering his face but he removed it and looked at the boy.

"No, seriously, who are you?"

"Uchiha Sasuke." He repeated rather agitatedly.

Hatorri stared at him with a dumbfound expression. Sasuke narrowed his eyes at him.

"I must've hit my head hard…" Hatorri mumbled.

"Hn."

"Ok, if you really are Uchiha Sasuke, prove it."

Sasuke now unleashed the Uchiha Glare. Everybody knew who was Uchiha Sasuke! Hatorri laughed apprehensively.

"Uh… ok….you don't have to prove anything…can I use the phone to call my cousin…I think she might've pulled a prank on me."

"Are you sure you're not the one pranking me?" Sasuke asked in a semi-hostile manner.

This kid had some nasty attitude, Hatorri thought, and even a guy with his patience was having a hard time not to put him in his place, Uchiha Sasuke or not.

"Yes I am sure, I don't put my life in danger for the sake of stupidity, unlike some people." The man answered, making sure to emphasize on the word SOME.

Hatorri finally started to feel better after the whole ordeal, the blanket making him feel better. He really needed some dry set of clothes… he remembered having his backpack with him…

"Hey, is there a bag outside by any chance? I think I have a dry set of clothes in it…"

Sasuke eyed him suspiciously. Why would a guy, claiming innocence, would have a spare set of dry clothes?

"My cousin is a very paranoid person and insists carrying a water-sealed bag everywhere…" Hatorri answered the boy's unasked question.

"Right…."

Sasuke went outside and indeed, he found not one but three bags near the bank of the lake… he did not remember them being there…

He brought them inside and left them at Hatorri's feet. He seemed rather confused.

"I don't remember ever bringing this with me to AnimaCon…" he muttered eyeing a large green sport sack which he was sure it contained most of the clothes he had brought at Tifa's house. Then he looked at the other such large bag which now REALLY confused him." And I think I left this in EUROPE."

Sasuke crossed his arms in front of his chest. The hell was with this guy?

"Urm… can I go to the bathroom to change?" he asked politely.

"Second floor, third door to the left."

"Thanks, kiddo." He said, a friendly smile on his face.

The man stood up with a bit of difficulty and ruffled the boy's hair with one hand as he passed him by. Said boy glared but he didn't see it. Soon enough he got down, changed in a dry set of clothes- a white T-shit, Black baggy jeans, a pair of black and white and red sneakers and a black jacket.

"I am really sorry for the inconvenience, but can I use the phone as well? I promise I'll make it up for the inconvenience later."

"It's over there."

"Thanks, kiddo."

"Don't call me 'kiddo'."

"Uh, ok, whatever you say."

Hatorri dialed the number of Fia's cell phone. After waiting for 15 seconds the line was cut.

"Weird…"

He tried again and the call was answered.

"Hello, Fia? Is this some joke of yours because it really isn't funny and I think I may have cracked a rib or worse…Fia? Can you hear me? Are you there? Feefs? Fi? Hello?" The line was cut again.

Hatorri put the phone down, slightly peeved. Was his cousin ok? What the hell was going on?

He then dialed MJ's phone. The line was cut nearly immediately.

"Weird…ok… something is wrong…" he said mostly to himself than to Sasuke.

What if the police had them? With Fia's constant hacking… he shivered. Her dad would have his balls if he found out... He dialed L-chan's number. The same results.

"Something is seriously wrong…Kid, please tell me this is some kind of a Joke, because my uncle will have my balls if something Happened to Fia…" his voice sounded really panicky.

The whole time Sasuke was semi-glaring at him, the way only an Uchiha could glare at low-lives. The man's already pale face was now completely drained of all life. He was looking at a family photo that was on the wall, above the phone. His mouth was agape, onyx eyes wide open.

"T-t-that's…mom." He stuttered. It was the picture of Sasuke's family. It was Sasuke's/Hatorri's mom, Sasuke's dad and Uchiha Itachi, which really reminded him of MJ in her earlier years…after seven days of no sleep which she had every time before Cons… it was way better than make up, any day.

Sasuke was still looking at him silently. What the hell was going on?

"You really…are…Uchiha Sasuke?"

The boy nodded.

Hatorri feinted.

LINELINELINELINELINELINELINELINE

Hatorri started to come through as he could hear quiet voices talking close by. He felt his rib cage really sore… especially on the left side and he made an attempt to move which woke him up completely as he felt sharp pain.

"Argh." He groaned and squinted his eyes in a painful grimace before opening them.

His vision was slightly blurry and it was a bit too bright but soon enough he could see an old geezer looking down at him with concern in his eyes. He had a short, trimmed beard and it was pretty obvious he was a man in his seventies…even eighties…

"Urgh…" Hatorri groaned again. It was now less bright but he could see it was day time… how long had it passed since he was last conscious… and he was lying on the couch again.

"Hello there." Said the old man and gave the young man a wrinkly smile.

"Uh, hello?" he greeted in a confused manner. The old dude looked familiar, Hatorri thought…

"Sasuke here says he found you swimming…er… drowning…. In his lake. Care to tell me what you were doing there?"

It wouldn't hurt answering, Hatorri mused.

"Uh… I just fell in, I guess… one second it was really bright and the next I was free falling into the lake… then all blacked out and the next thing I remember is him" he pointed at Sasuke who was brooding nearby on a chair and not really looking at him, "looking down at me…and then…hn…"

Hatorri kind of shrugged his shoulders.

"Sasuke said you were in some state of confusion and then you feinted out of shock." The old man helped. He seemed to try and push the young man gently into remembering.

"You said the woman on the picture was your mother." Sasuke added sternly… he seemed to have a very dark emotional feel to him. Hatorri suppressed a shiver.

"Yeah…uh… I can show you a picture of my mom."

Hatorri pulled his bag, which was next to him, and rummaged through it for a while. He pulled out a black leather wallet and opened it. From it he took out a folded picture, put in a plastic bag. He unfolded the picture and showed it to the old man.

It was a picture of him, MJ, Fia and His mom. It was from last year, when he and his mom went in Paris for Fia's seventeenth birthday. MJ was dressed in a very cute mini black dress and her hair had been styled in two low ponytails, one on each side, tied with blood red silk ties. She usually had two Itachi-bangs but now one of them was clipped back with a few beautifully decorated clips that shone brightly with small white and red gems. Her eyes were crystal blue and they really drew attention to her face as she wore some mascara to emphasize on them. Her gentle rosy red lips were shining with transparent slightly rosy glittery glanz. She had some rouge on her pale cheeks. She looked like a doll…and a lot like a certain Uchiha, the old man realized. Sasuke had also joined in staring at the picture.

Next to the girl, in the middle of the picture was Hatorri, also dressed in an official manner. He was smiling happily and his arms were bracing the Black-haired girl and his Blond cousin.

And the girl next to him was smiling in the exactly same way- brightly and foxily. Her azure blue sapphires for eyes were truly beautiful and her beauty matched the beauty of the black-haired girl. The difference was in her voluptuous bust. She was wearing a beautiful bright red summer dress. She had fitting high heel boots and an ample amount of her long lean legs were showing. She was of a tanned complexion, in contrast with everyone else on the picture. She was wearing a solar pendant on her neck, with a very thin golden chain. Golden ornamented bracelets were aplenty on both her arms. Her long blond hair was styled in large curls, fitting her attire perfectly. Her eyes were accentuated with dark golden brown make up and her thick lips with reddish glanz. Her golden mane could make all the gold on her jealous. She looked like a princess.

Above the three teens there was a woman, dressed in an equally official manner- Hatorri's/Sasuke's mom. She was a beautiful, tall woman with pale complexion. Her onyx eyes were shining brightly with happiness. She was standing above the three, possibly standing on a chair, the old man mused, and was embracing all three of them, one hand on MJ's shoulder and the other on Fia. She seemed so kind and protective of those she loved… just like Mikoto…

"That's my mom." Hatorri finally said. "She's really nice and always bakes lovely pies when we have guests." He smiled fondly at the picture, for a moment forgetting his current situation.

"She looks just like Mikoto…" the old man mumbled, surprise obvious in his voice and on his face.

"Who…"

"Uchiha Mikoto was my mother." The boy cut Hatorri.

"Who are you, boy?" the old man asked.

"My name is Johnson Hatorri." He then pointed at the picture." This is my mom, Takayama Sarah. Mom and dad are divorced. My dad, Johnson Jason and Fia's dad" he pointed at the blonde girl" are identical twins. MJ is Fia's best friend and I guess mine as well."

"This is quite peculiar…Do you know where you are?"

"Uh… Uchiha estate?"

"Does it ring any bells to you?"

"Uh…depends…"

Both the old man and Sasuke gave him weird looks.

"Uh… look, my cousin knows more about this manga stuff. Uhm… she says I look like an Uchiha so occasionally she and her club friends 'borrow' me." He said 'borrow' with all the intention to say 'kidnap'.

"Do you know where the Uchiha Estate is."

"Kono-something… I think… It was about forest or… leaves?" he looked at the two questioningly.

"You are in Konohagakure no Sato. The village hidden in the leaves, boy." Said the old man. "I am the Hokage of this village."

"Hokage? You mean that old Sarutobi guy who got killed during the Chuunin exams by some Oreo …or was it Roach?...guy who looks like Michael Jackson?"

Sasuke looked confused… The old man, now identified as Sarutobi Hiruzen, had the WTF expression on his face.

"Uh… woops?" Oh boy.