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Warning: Shonen-ai. Rated R for later chapters

Summary: What would happen when two guys fight over one totally clueless blonde? SasuNaru. Yaoi

Sasuke walked the streets of his new home as he thought about all that had happened just a few moments ago. He needed a walk, and he didn't trust himself to drive himself home safely.

Okay, so now he knew how Mascara Boy [A/N: Mascara Boy?] felt. The Uchiha sighed as he ran a hand through his black hair.

Just then, a sports car raced past him noisily, blowing his hair back and nearly knocking him off his feet.

He glared at the driver as he walked past. But Sasuke wasn't sure if he was even looking at the driver. Like, the windows were so tainted. A "Ch'" from the Stoic King and he strolled past the obtuse driver and his car.

A loud honk sounded through the still air and Sasuke slightly winced from the sudden interference in the noise and the decibel of it.

He whipped around and glared at the insolent driver. Only to see the driver's side door opening and a tall guy dressed in black stepping out.

Sasuke, for once, was momentarily stunned. He couldn't move although he wanted to run. He couldn't find his voice although he wanted to scream.

The driver smiled a smile full of venom. "Hello, Otouto."

Sasuke gaped at the guy slightly taller than himself. Then his eyes flared as he whispered one word.

"Itachi."

Naruto whistled as he walked around the bar. Business was in full swing now, but he was surprisingly free. In fact, he had so much time he could be one of the customers himself, drinking and chatting with his friends.

'Oh wait. I don't have friends,' Naruto thought solemnly. That brought his mood down.

And so, he leaned against the counter, drinking his pathetic cup of coke.

"One cup of martini please! On the rocks!" A familiar shout that so evidently wanted to be heard over the blasting music sounded from across the counter.

Naruto turned to see Iruka, his guardian who was always being harassed by Kakashi-sensei.

"Ah! Oniichan! Another case of an annoying pervert?" Naruto teased as he went about preparing Iruka's order.

Iruka growled as he grumbled something that sounded something like 'Stupid pevert' and 'Hentai book'.

Naruto chuckled and placed the drink in front of Iruka, who instantly chugged the whole thing down. Naruto shook his head as he got another one for his care-taker.

Wrong move. Immediately after the last drop of wine went into Iruka's mouth, his head thumped down onto the counter and he fell unconscious. Naruto smiled at the sweet sight of Iruka drooling.

"Hey, watch it!"

"Get out of the way, punk!"

"I'm gonna beat your arse!"

Naruto looked up at all the commotion just as Kakashi-sensei appeared from the crowd, a whole lot of glares following his back. The teacher whipped around and glared, and everybody instantly went back to shaking their head to the music.

Kakashi turned around again and stared at Iruka. Naruto swore the silver- haired adult did not move for a few minutes. Then he threw his arms around Iruka, rubbing the smaller man's cheek against his own.

"Iruka! Kawaii!"

Naruto stared at Kakashi as if he was dumb and shook his head. He quickly walked away, not wanting to be seen with the childish jounin.

"Naruto!"

Naruto turned to see his boss, Uchiha Itachi. "Ah! Boss! Yes?"

"Make sure no one comes in," Itachi ordered. Naruto nodded as Itachi walked towards his office. He looked strangely pleased.

Just as Naruto was about to turn, he caught sight of a dark-but-still- visible-in-the-dark-room figure follow after the tall, muscular guy.

"Sasuke?"

"Naruto? What's wrong?"

Naruto turned to see Gaara just emerge from the storeroom. Naruto frowned.

"I saw Sasuke follow after Boss into his office and they haven't been out since. And you know what?" Naruto looked at Gaara in the eye seriously. "They look alike."

A moment of silence.

"Idiot. They're brothers," Gaara informed, saying it as if Naruto was only three-years old.

"Oh!" Naruto slapped his hand over his mouth. "Are they?! No wonder Sasuke looked a little familiar when I first saw him." Naruto nodded, seemingly happy that he had found a reason for his strange feeling that Sasuke had looked familiar.

It didn't even bother him that it had been Gaara who had told him the reason of the two Uchiha's alikeness.

"So, Otouto. Where have you been?" Itachi asked as he settled into his high- backed chair. Sasuke stood near the door.

"Obviously not here," Sasuke muttered.

"Ah, getting sarcastic, are we?" Itachi grinned as he poured himself a class of XO. He held it up in a cheers-ing manner. "Want some?"

When Sasuke didn't reply, Itachi shrugged and sipped the brown fluid.

Silence descended upon the two. One could feel the aura of hatred radiating from the younger boy.

Then a question from Itachi nearly had Sasuke collapsing onto the ground.

"Are you ready to fight me yet, little brother?"

Itachi looked up and grinned slyly as Sasuke gulped. Sasuke could see it. Could see the fire burning in his brother's eyes. Could see the fire hungry for blood.

"Anytime, Itachi," Sasuke muttered his breath, but just loud enough for his brother to hear.

They continued staring each other down, each not wanting to give way. Then Itachi looked up and smirked.

"I don't think you are. Your mind's still not here. Learn to learn from me, little brother, before you come and take my heart," Itachi said as he gulped down the rest of his wine and proceeded to do some paperwork.

Sasuke stood there for a moment longer, not wanting to show his blood relation and yet so hated enemy that he was a weakling that was just dying to get away.

But when Itachi didn't look up from his work, Sasuke looked down and turned slowly, hand reaching for the handle.

"Before you go, Otouto."

Sasuke listened. "Don't get too close to Naruto. He'll only steal your mind away and that way, you will never reach me."

Sasuke narrowed his eyes as his hand clenched the handle until his knuckles turned white.

"You don't have the right to tell me who I should make friends with," Sasuke muttered, his voice dripping with venom.

Sasuke could feel Itachi shrug. "Believe it or not, that boy's not your average punk," Itachi said, his voice slightly muffled due to the bending down of his head.

Sasuke clenched his teeth harder as he roughly swung open the door, nearly swinging it off its hinges and stalked down the stairs.

He was going to have Itachi's heart in his hands no matter what.

And he wasn't going to throw away his social life just because of that.