Yami Tenshi: Dark Angel
Disclaimer: Kishimoto owns it all! Nothing belongs to me! (unfortunately)
A/N: One of my reviewers so kindly mentioned that Kakashi was 9 years older than Itachi; therefore making him 30 years old. Sorry for the mix-up!
"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
Chapter 2-Uchiha and Uzumaki
(From previous chapter)
Itachi laughed lightly, also remembering ht moment. A loud beep, beep sound of an alarm clock followed by the sound of an object hitting the wall made both men smile. Itachi glanced at the clock. 'Six o'clock already?' The Uchiha sighed good-naturedly and stood up. "Well Kakashi, it's time to wake the brat up. Come and help me?" Both men exited the spacious study. Yami Tenshi, Dark Angel, the assassin, was forgotten for now.
The Uchiha clan was (and still is) the most wealthy clan in all the land. After the massacre, all of the clan's wealth went to the two sole surviving members. It was a little ironic that those two members were hailed as "the prodigies of the Uchiha clan." As a result, Itachi and Sasuke now lived in a huge mansion with at least 50 rooms to spare. Kakashi also lived in the Uchiha mansion, in one of the many extra rooms. Itachi's study was on the 3rd floor, while Sasuke's bedroom was on the 2nd. Both men jumped the white rails; disregarding the purpose of the marble staircase. Quietly, they both landed at the same time in front of the younger Uchiha's room. Pushing open the plain white door, Itachi entered and Kakashi followed.
The room was neat and tidy. (Well, tidy enough for an 11th grader) Posters overlapped each other on the walls and ceiling. Notebooks and materials for school sat waiting on the brown oak desk along with a black book bag. Lined up on the dresser were numerous photos: of Sasuke and his band, Itachi and Sasuke, Kakashi and Itachi, and many others. Itachi's throat constricted painfully as his eyes focused on the last one. It was yellowed with age and a bit creased. A thirteen year old boy with tired eyes, a mere innocent child of eight, a beautiful woman with sparkling eyes, and a man with a serious face. 'That life seems so long ago.' he thought wistfully. A lap and stereo also sat on the dresser.
Trophies on shelves also decorated the wall. Star athlete, chess club champion, young musician award, winner of a writing competition, etc. You name it; it was there. Under the window, in its own little corner, sat an electric guitar. Itachi had bought it one year when he started to realize his younger brother's musical talents. It was blue with black flames on the top, Sasuke's favorite colors. He treasured it dearly and played it often. Sitting in a neat pile next to it were notebooks and some undecided CDs made by his band. The younger Uchiha and his band had already released a CD with a single song on it, and it was a hit. They were thinking about releasing an album, as soon as they could find a decidedly feminine vocalist. Tight next to the pile of notebooks lay an alarm clock. It was lying on its side and seemed to be broken. Kakashi chuckled and picked it up, setting it on the dresser. 'The kid sure has a good arm!'
On the large and rather comfortable looking bed lay the very subject of his thoughts. Uchiha Sasuke, 16 years old and one of the two sole remaining members of the Uchiha clan. Star athlete, child prodigy, and full out genius. He was always the most popular boy in all his classes and crush of all the girls in the whole school. He had his own fanclub; much to his dislike. A black leather jacket hung off the bedpost; the one he wore when riding his motorcycle.
His pale skin contrasted greatly with his raven black spiky hair. His muscular torso was half wrapped in the white sheets. A light black blanket covered his legs. On his back with the grey light of dawn coming through the window, he looked so pure and innocent. But very few others could compare to the true horrors of his past. His pale, narrow face was different from that of his brother's. No matter how many hours he stayed in the sun, his skin never tanned. Always, it stayed the same pale hue. This made his fangirls adore him even more, but it annoyed him to no end. He looked almost like an angel; still holding on to a bit of innocence through most of his life had already been tainted black. Kakashi swallowed thickly and strode over to the boy's bedside.
Itachi was already there, frowning down on his little brother. Sasuke was usually very productive and an early riser, but on the first day of school he was always uncharacteristically lazy. The older Uchiha shook the youth's shoulder slightly. "Time to get up, Sasuke. Don't want to be late on the first day." he admonished quietly. Sasuke rolled over onto his side. Drowsily, he mumbled something into his pillow that sounded like "Hi nmoor inex, aniki."
Itachi looked over the bed at Kakashi with an arched eyebrow. The older man merely chuckled. "He says, 'Five more minutes.'" Itachi looked amazed. "And you know that…how?" The man smiled behind the mask. "It's a gift." Itachi rolled his eyes; exasperated. What am I gonna do? He mouthed. Kakashi winked. Just leave it to me. He answered. Slowly, he bent very close near the young Uchiha's ear and spoke in a whisper. "Sasuke, if you don't get up right now, I'm going to tell all your fangirls where you live."
That caught the boy's attention. He flipped onto his back so fast that Kakashi had to draw back sharply to avoid getting smacked in the nose. Sleep-filled yet angry onyx eyes glared up at the two men standing above. Around the iris, bright crimson began to appear. Broth investigators flinched visibly. Starring down at the barrel of a gun did not frighten either of them, but Uchiha Sasuke's death glare was enough to send anyone running! The boy spoke, his low, cold, and menacing. "You wouldn't dare."
"Oh, I would." Kakashi replied. He earned a pillow in the face for the comment. Losing his usual gracefulness, he lost his balance, tripping over his own two feet and landing on his rear end. Itachi laughed out lout; a long, real laugh. Sasuke propped himself up against the headboard and squinted at his brother. 'That is the first time in a long time since aniki has laughed. Work is really stressing him out. He needs some time off.' The softer, caring side of the teen was revealed. 'I wish I could help him more, but I can't.' He saw the bags under his brother's Mangekyou sharingan eyes. It was good to hear him laugh again, though.
Kakashi's thoughts were along the same track. Briefly, he locked eyes with the younger Uchiha. An unspoken understanding passed between them; which relieved the younger boy but also irritated him. His eyes narrowed into slits. How he hated how that man could read him like that! 'Quit wearing your feeling on your sleeves, Uchiha!' he scolded himself. His mind was still foggy, probably the result of getting less than three hours of sleep. "Get. Out." he growled at Kakashi. "Sasuke, up. Now." Itachi said sternly, but a twinkle of amusement was still evident in his otherwise tired eyes. "Or I will tell your fangirls where you live." Itachi laughed once more and exited the room, dragging the other along with him. Quickly, he closed the door just as a heavy object clanged against it.
For a moment, Sasuke just sat there. Then, with all the gracefulness of a wolf, he leaped from his bed. 100 push ups, 250 sit-ups. The cold wooden floor felt cool against his back when he completed his sets. His muscular torso gleamed with sweat; a sight that would have made any girl faint and swoon. Onyx eyes glanced at the alarm clock. Surprisingly, it was still broken. With a grunt of annoyance, he righted himself and walled over to the dresser. Next, he picked it up and banged it against the wall two times, then jiggled the on/off switch. The ugly red numbers popped up: 6:17. The youth shook his head. 'Time, always time. Too much to do and too damn little time.' He exited his room and walked to the bathroom right next to it.
15 minutes later
Sasuke ran down the stairs two at a time. His book bag thumped against his back and his leather jacket was slung over his shoulder. A simple silver chain hung from his neck. White t-shirt, black jeans, black chucks. Running one hand through his damp hair, he rushed past Itachi, who was drinking about a quart of coffee. Kakashi was lounging on the couch, reading that perverted book of his again. He grabbed his bag lunch off the marble counter. Skidding to a stop, he grabbed his black helmet. Itachi waved; rather tiredly, he noticed. He nodded back and dashed out the huge double doors. Outside, he glanced at his watch. 6:35. A smirk found its way onto his face. 'Right on schedule.' About five seconds later, the black Ducati roared out of one of the many garages.
"Naruto! Naruto! Wake up!" The brown haired man threw up his hands in exasperation. He had been unsuccessfully trying to wake the boy up for some time now. He glanced at the clock. 6:35!! He was going to be late for class! Naruto was going to be late! Finally, he tried his last, desperate attempt: "Naruto, the world ran out of ramen!"
"NOOOO!!!! RAMEN!" the youth bolted upright in the bed. The sheets tangled around his ankles, sending him in an ungraceful heap to the floor. The man took this chance. He grabbed the boy by his ankles and dragged him into the adjoining bathroom. All the while the boy was looking up at the ceiling dejectedly mumbling "Ramen, ramen, no more ramen…"
SPLASH! With all of his might, the man had thrown the boy into the tub. Naruto jerked out of his trance his he hit the icy cold water. The man threw a sponge at the boy. "You're late." He tuned on his heel and walked out the door. "Naruto, do you always fall for that trick?" he asked on is way out. Naruto growled and threw the sponge at the back of the man's head, but missed by a mile. Well, so much for trying out for pitcher this year.
Uzumaki Naruto was a 16 year old boy who was a big loudmouth and always the class clown. Blond hair spiked up oddly and cerulean blue eyes sparkled. He was tan, with broad shoulders and a well-built frame. At birth, he was orphaned and abandoned by his foster parents. On his cheeks was the most unusual birthmark: 3 lines parallel to each other on each cheek. He wasn't handsome, but had that boyish cuteness he had not yet gotten rid of. True that I was, he was not exactly the most mature guy at Konoha High. Angrily, he shouted down the stairs at the top of his lungs. "Damn it Iruka! You better be making me ramen down there!"
Downstairs, the man sighed and shook his head. One year older, now a junior at the high school he taught at. Still, Naruto had not changed in the least bit. Umuino Iruka was a cheerful, single, 29 year old man. Like Naruto, his parents died when he was very young. When he found the boy, a little over 11 years ago, he took it upon himself to care for him. Taking him under his wing, if you will. Iruka rubbed the long, thing scar across his nose absent-mindedly. Finally, he started boiling water for Naruto's ramen.
In all the rooms in the neat 2 story house, Naruto's bedroom was the messiest. As neat as Iruka was, Naruto was even messier. Clothes were thrown, strewn, and scattered everywhere. CD's were in piles here and there. Books sat in the messy closet collecting dust. Naruto rummaged through a pile of clothes. Occasionally, he held one up to his nose. Eventually, he decided on his pair of black pants, the one pair with 50 million zippers. 'This one doesn't smell so bad.' he thought. From another pile, he pulled out a black t-shirt. He held it up to sniff it; his nose wrinkle in disgust. 'Phew! Well, it's either this or that one that hasn't been washed in two weeks.' he shuddered. Throwing open the overflowing closet, he pulled his dark brown book bag out. Thrusting his feet into black high tops, he charged down the carpeted stairs.
Iruka glanced up at the clock above the microwave. 6:53. Naruto threw 2 packages of ramen into a brown paper bag for lunch. He looked around for his guardian, but didn't see the man he looked up to like an older brother. Sitting down at the kitchen table, he inhaled his breakfast. 'Mmm…chicken ramen.' Iruka was upstairs, gathering his gradebook, lesson plans, attendance book, etc. 6:55! Why did Naruto always have to make him late?! He dashed into the kitchen. "Naruto, we're late! You can eat in the car as long as" he stopped short at the sight of the empty bowl in the sink. Outside, a car horn honked. "C'mon, Iruka! Speed it up, old man! Don't wanna be late!"
Iruka's face turned beet red. 'Old man?!? I'll show that brat old!' He charged out the door. Naruto was already in the driver's seat, tapping his finger son the steering wheel, whistling off key. As soon as Iruka got in the passenger seat, Naruto floored it and they sped off towards Konoha High.
To be continued…
Xoni Newcomer: You're thinking too hard!! All will be revealed in due time! I tried to make Kakashi and Itachi's relationship as partners be like brother to brother. Glad you liked it! I certainly enjoyed writing it! Thanks! :o)
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A/N: Hey everyone, I need your help!!! As you have read, Sasuke has a band. The members are:
Uchiha Sasuke: Guitarist and Back up vocalist
Uzumaki Naruto: Drummer
Hyuuga Neji: Bassist
Garra: Second Guitarist
I need a name for the band! Here are a few thoughts I've cooked up:
Inner Demons
Break Free
Tainted Soul
Crimson Blade
Blackened Hearts
Chains of Blood
Tell me which one you like or suggest something totally different! As you may have noticed, there is no main vocalist yet. In an upcoming chapter, they're going to have auditions!! Thank you all so much!
Aimless Traveler