"Get up, lazy."
Sasuke groaned when a pillow hit his head from behind. He turned his head and blinked a couple of times, still half asleep, and saw his brother standing in the doorway, clearly still irritated from the night before. Sasuke gestured for him to leave him alone and turned around, facing the wall and tried to go back to sleep, but Itachi seemed to be determined to get him up and out of bed.
"I don't think so. Mom and dad wants us for breakfast, and I won't be the only one to suffer."
Sasuke sighed and turned around again, raising his eyebrows.
"And why would they want to eat breakfast with us?"
Itachi shrugged and turned to walk away, well aware that his younger brother never would turn down orders from their parents.
"Something about work."
Sasuke realized that he didn't have much of a choice, and slowly made his way out of bed. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, yawned and glanced towards the clock. 8.47 am. Way too early for his taste; not to mention that it was Sunday, the one day he used to just sleep the day away and read books. Besides, why weren't his parents still asleep? They, too, used Sundays to rest up before work made them go back to reality.
He sighed and put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before he walked into the bathroom, splashing some water on his face. His hair was a mess and he felt like crap. Not only did he an Itachi have to eat breakfast with a cranky father and a way too overactive mother; he also just got his day ruined by being forced out of sleep to do so. He shook his head and decided to just suck it up, once again, and made his way downstairs.
As he entered the kitchen he noticed Itachi standing there, leaned towards the counter, drinking his dear coffee while their mother was making toasts. Their father was sitting at the table, newspaper in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. That was something they all relied on, and Sasuke was pretty sure that they all silently thanked the genius who invented coffee every time they had a cup of it. Sasuke grabbed a cup for himself, and then sat down at the table and waited for their dad to break whatever news he was holding in. Their mom was babbling on and on about the night before, and kept praising both of her sons for being such well-mannered young men.
After a while, their dad finally put away the paper and cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the brothers.
"I got a call from Hizashi Hyuga this morning."
They stood silent while trying to recall who he was referring to. If Sasuke was remembering correctly, the Hyuga Corporation was a cooperation partner with the Uchiha Industries. He soon got his suspicions confirmed.
"There's a very important meeting tomorrow night, and they insist that me and your mother attend."
Sasuke took a sip of his coffee.
"And you want us to come and meet your colleagues?"
Itachi had practically stolen the question from Sasuke's mind. It wasn't that uncommon that the big names in the business brought their kids to be a part of it, to kind of introduce them to what would one day be theirs.
"No, not this time. There are no important people that you haven't already met, so it's not required."
The brothers exchanged a glance before turning to their father again.
"The thing is, the meeting is being held in Florida, and there are some dinners and activities we have to attend to, as well."
It slowly dawned on Sasuke that they would have the house to themselves for a couple of days. He glanced towards Itachi and saw a tiny little twitch in the corner of his mouth – his way of smiling.
"So behave. We'd rather not see the house trashed when we get back."
Their mother put her hand on his husband's shoulder, smiling.
"I'm sure we can trust these gentlemen with our home for a couple of days."
The brothers just nodded and sipped on their coffee.
When the silent and quite peaceful breakfast was finally over, they both went back to their rooms. Sasuke laid down on his bed in a try to go back to sleep, but soon realized that it was pointless. He got up and took a look out through the window, not really knowing what to do, until he heard a little bop from his computer. He sat down in the chair in front of the desk and got his laptop out of sleep mode, and realized that he never logged out from Facebook. The chat box blinked, and when he opened it, he couldn't help but smile to himself.
"Hey!"
The picture of the blonde seemed to smile at him through the screen, and it kind of transferred to his own mouth.
"Hi there, Naruto."
He pressed enter and kept looking at the tiny picture, deep blue eyes glimmering towards the camera. His guess was that it was the sun that made the eyes glitter like that, but he decided to just ignore that fact. The fantasy about those eyes glowing all by themselves was much too appealing.
"What's up? Is your get-together-thing over yet?"
Sasuke raised his eyebrows, surprised that the guy actually remembered about the reason that he was even on that website the day before. He turned to his keyboard.
"Yep, they all left last night. Me and my brother will get to have the house for ourselves for a few days now."
He leaned back in his chair, something that started to become a habit of his, and just looked at the screen while he was waiting for the reply. He could definitely see this becoming a part of his everyday life – talking to Naruto.
"Oh, sweet! You get the beer and I'll bring the party, deal?"
Sasuke could feel his heart to a little flip in his chest. Normally, he'd probably just block the guy – or girl, for that matter - and mumble something about him being a creep, but this was different. He liked the energy of this guy, and the fact that he looked like an artwork of Michelangelo added to his interest even more.
"Deal. So when do I pick you up?"
Sasuke smirked and tapped his fingertips on the buttons of his keyboard. He didn't mind playing this game with the blonde. In fact, he found it quite amusing.
"Sorry, my brain's not up for the challenge of calculating that. I'll have to go back in time, basically."
He looked at the screen, not really sure what to make of the sentences, before he realized that they were living in different time zones. He started writing again.
"Right, right, you're x hours ahead of me. What's the time in Sweden?"
He barely had the time to lean back before he got a reply.
"It's 3:38 pm right now."
Sasuke looked at the time, and then turned back to the computer.
"You're six hours ahead, then."
"I'm in the future!"
Sasuke held back a chuckle, started writing and then got interrupted again.
"Listen, I gotta go. Again. But I really enjoy talking to you and I like seeing your face in the chat box, so can I have your number maybe?"
He felt his heart racing again. First of all, his whole body got a bit shaky by the phrase 'I like seeing your face', and second of all, he wanted his number! Somehow, he couldn't get freaked out even if he wanted to. He just felt… Flattered. At least, he assumed that was what he was feeling, since he didn't really experience that a lot. And let's face it, who wouldn't be flattered when a Greek god asked for your number?
"Sorry if I'm being pushy, haha. The thing is, I won't be able to get on Facebook for the next two weeks. Figured I should find a way to talk to you without a computer."
Sasuke shook his head to get out of his kind of paralyzed state, and turned back to the keyboard.
"You're not being pushy. Sorry, I just got a bit surprised."
He paused.
"You're on the run a lot, huh?"
He took a deep breath, wrote down his number and pressed enter, and before he knew it, they had said goodbye. He sat still for a couple of minutes, just trying to breathe normally, and therefore he jumped a mile high when his phone beeped. He pushed his hand down his pocket and grabbed the phone, and saw some weird number on the screen. He opened the message and swallowed before he took another deep breath.
"Guess who!"
He smirked to himself, saved the number as 'Naruto Uzumaki' and tried to think of some kind of reply. He ended up staring at the screen for minutes, and got a bit irritated with himself. He was Sasuke Uchiha, for god's sake! He wasn't supposed to worry about such things.
"Dork."
He pressed send and put away his phone, slowly shaking his head. He needed to take a break from this intense bomb of silly feelings, so he made his way out of his room and down to the kitchen. He grabbed a glass of water, leaned against the table and sighed. Itachi entered the room with his dear cup of coffee, walking up to the coffee pot to get a refill. He could feel his brother looking at him, but chose to just ignore him. Until he finally spoke up, that is.
"What's up with you? You look like you just got laid."
Sasuke winced and almost spilled his class of water.
"What! That's ridiculous!"
Itachi turned to him and raised an eyebrow. Sasuke was breathing heavily and couldn't really focus his eyes on his brother for some reason.
"Geez, calm down. It was just a joke."
Sasuke mumbled something about it not being a funny joke, and took another sip of water. Then, he started to feel irritated about how he was acting. Sure, he'd actually started talking to someone that didn't know about who his father was, and sure, it was nice to make a new friend in some other place than New York, where the Uchiha Industries was at its largest, but seriously. He didn't have to act like some fucking school girl with her first crush.
He sighed, poured the last of his water out in the sink and went to grab his jacket and wallet. He had to get out of the house before he gave Itachi any more reasons to bug him. He went out and entered the elevator, pressing the button to the entrance floor. The music in there used to annoy him to no end, but today, something seemed different. Without digging more into it, he opened the door and put on his jacket in one move. The guards wished him a good day, as always, and opened the main door for him. He just gave them a nod and stepped out in the windy parking lot, and started walking down the street, though he still wasn't really sure about where he was heading. He decided that he could use the opportunity and go to the store and buy a package of cigarettes. It was his dirty little secret – probably the only thing he kept from his parents. But hey, that was what made him able to manage his boring life without going crazy.
He made his way to a 7-eleven down the street and picked up his phone while he entered. A few signals went through before someone picked up.
"Uchiha residence."
"Hey, it's me. Do we need anything from the store?"
He could hear Itachi walk through the corridor and into the kitchen, checking the fridge for something obviously missing.
"Hm, not really. Coffee."
Sasuke sighed, ensured his brother that he would have his precious coffee within the hour and hung up before he made his way through the small lanes of the store. He found what he was looking for and went to pay for the coffee and cigarettes. Outside the store, he opened the package, lit a cigarette and took a puff of it. He jumped a bit when his phone beeped, and when he opened the message from the blonde, the text made him raise his eyebrows.
"Jag är på väg sexy, börja inte utan mig! Jag har väntat på den där kyssen hela dagen."
Just a few seconds later, another text followed.
"Haha dude, I'm sorry, that was meant for my girlfriend. Your names start the same way, so you're right next to each other in my phone."
Sasuke felt somehow disappointed; the blonde obviously had a girlfriend, and he wasn't playing for Sasuke's team. He started writing a reply.
"Not sure if I'm glad that I don't know Swedish, or if I'm curious."
He took another puff from his cigarette and waited for the answer. If 'sexy' was the same in Swedish as it was in English, then he could guess what the text was about. He was about to give up when his phone made another beep.
"It means "I'm on my way sexy, don't start without me! I've been waiting for that kiss all day." Haha, real sorry about that."
He wouldn't admit it to himself, but the biggest disappointment of all probably was probably that the text wasn't meant for him. It was meant for some annoying girl in Sweden.
He smoked three more cigarettes before he finally decided to go home.