A.I.

Rumours have it that Uchiha Corps is only steps away from fully perfecting their A.I. system - perfect humanoids built to make basic living easier. However, being in the last stages require for the A.I.'s to be tested for reliability – and who better suited for such a job then the heir to the whole company, Uchiha Sasuke? Unfortunately for him though, his A.I. is a lot more 'unrefined' then he would have liked.

Instalment 1ne;;

Prologue

It all started, albeit, strangely, in the fact that it was Itachi who had recommended him to the board of councils. Even if Sasuke was the one to take on the business after Itachi's inevitable retire, he hadn't exactly taken part in anything to do with the A.I. system, or 'Epsilon', as some of the lab geeks highly enjoyed calling it. In fact, Sasuke had as little to do with the research as an infant baby had, knowing nothing [nor caring] for anything that had to do with Uchiha Corps and their latest shenanigans. Which Itachi ultimately saw as a benefit – something to do with Sasuke having a fresh and unbiased/unfiltered view on what to do when the youngest took control. The only goals in mind Sasuke had was to get out of the house and away from the old man. That was... Both young Uchiha's happened to inevitably still live with their parents.

And it is due to this 'parent' issue that Sasuke came to agree to the whole scenario – agreeing to take responsibility and care for some robot that looked like a human [something he only considered due to IT not being human]. The offer was, as Itachi put in such graceful terms; "You take care of 'Epsilon' and you get your own apartment." Such brotherly understanding of the others wants and needs. But alas, he was to gain himself a personal assistant [more or less] in 3 hundred hours, military time, and as of now, he'd already been 'living' in his new home for a good week or so. Choosing when to wake up, when to go to sleep, what to eat, what not to eat – when to take a bath – oh yes, living alone was most definitely suited to the young man known as Uchiha Sasuke. Being nineteen and free of all parental obligations really played well with the obsidian-eyed man, more so considering he knew Itachi had twice the workload now that his little slave was gone. This was like how you eat something which isn't yours but tastes so much more better because it isn't yours. Yup, ohohoho, in this apartment, Sasuke was KING.

King Sasuke. Master Sasuke. Emperor Sasuke. Nay, King Sasuke had a better ring to it. He was King Sasuke of the Sasuke Empire, which temporarily was limited to this apartment. His apartment. All great kings started out small.

And messy. Apparently. His apartment was a pit hole of scattered trashcans and late night takeaways. His kitchen sink was overloaded with dirty dishes and glasses, toilet stank like shit – literally - and his bedroom... Was a place where he wouldn't want his mom or even a random person to ever walk into. If they could. But you couldn't blame him, Sasuke was just so accustomed to maids, servants, and slaves. People who acted on his every whim and needs without him even knowing what those whims were – that's just how his folk's house worked. And stupidly, that's how Sasuke had expected his apartment to work. Oh, he would never be able to live it down if that Hyuuga saw his house.

Strangely enough though, it was on this pitiful train of thoughts that awoke Sasuke to the prospect of being hungry, in which it turned out that he, in fact, was. And mightily so. Unfortunately, it was midday, which in Sasuke's vocabulary meant that it was evening, heading onto night, and the only piece of food he had or was capable of eating was the same piece of food he'd had for breakfast and lunch. And also for a snack... After lunch... Probably an hour ago. The teen Uchiha closed the open balcony door [his apartment was beautifully located on the fourth floor], flicking on the lights so his house didn't darken along with the outside sky, choosing to stumble his way across pieces of furniture, rubbish and the usual packages that had yet to be put in their rightful place, all the way to the kitchen. He'd finished packing all of his crap from home, all of it was currently in his apartment, and most of it was in fact in its rightful places across the apartment. The only packages that weren't unpacked yet were the photo albums, university books and Uchiha Corps forms Itachi had sent him to deal with five months ago. Some legal contract binding all of Itachi's profits to him in case something 'unfortunate' [a more pleasant word for 'killed', 'murdered', 'silenced'] happened to the current owner of the company. He'd get onto that as soon as he ate food!

Speaking of which, so many flavours to choose from. Vegetable? Miso? Pork chop? For breakfast, he'd had the tomato flavour, then for lunch pork chop, then for the snack vegetable... So miso it was. And dear goodness, Sasuke could feel in his stomach just how badly he was hungry. If this self-starvation kept on going on, he'd have to run back home with his tail between his leg. Of which many creatures had tails. Not just dogs.

With the kettle having finally boiled the water it contained, and the ramen having been placed perfectly in a rounded dish, Sasuke felt the sudden urge to make himself some tea. And so he did, he was a free man, tea was in his capability, the simple tea anyway. So with tea ready, water poured over the ramen, thus making that ready, all there was left to do was eat. And eat he did---

---Correction. And eat he would do. For when the jet black haired man was about to take a delicious first bite, the sound of his elder brother's key scraping and turning in the door knob brought his attention, distracting him from the food at hand. From Sasuke's position, his was unable to see the door and inevitably, the living room, where Itachi would soon be entering, most likely with the damn A.I. And from Sasuke's position, he could hear the door finally open, the calm greeting from the elder brother to notify his presence, and the shuffling of feet to where the sound of bending seat indicated that Itachi had seated himself.

And from Sasuke's position, the young Uchiha could see that during his distraction, his Miso flavoured Ramen had gone terribly cold.

To Be Continued.

Pssht.

Sue me. Hey there, I liek your hair, who does your hair~ I wanna go there, Pssh yaah~ Sue me. Again. I hate strawberries. [would love a review though]

Oh, and second chapter is already done, just gonna do teh drumrolls and piss the living daylights out of you all, because I want to enjoy every flavour of this I can get. :3333 [[~young]]