Disclaimer: I definitely do not own Naruto…sadly, all I own is the storyline.
A/N: Okay, because of the lovely reviews…I have decided to make this a milti-chap fic! Yay! Go for that! I've decided, because this is not a one-shot, I will make the storyline extremely complex! ;; Haha! Read and review please!
Hm…yes…the village hidden in the leaves…which is located in the country of FIRE! Well…that's my excuse…
On with the fic…
Chapter 2As expected, neither of the boys had slept that night and returned to the bridge the next morning tired and in no shape to fight. Their quite profane, gray-haired sensei, with 2/3 of his face hidden, forced them to sprawl nonetheless.
Training was hell. That was expected, considering the day that had passed. Both boys refused to make eye contact, instead keeping their eyes anywhere except each other. This proved a problem with accuracy and neither landed a single punch.
Suffering on the inside, both boys were still forced to fight, even with their hearts squeezed tightly.
Sakura was off training with Kakashi-sensei. She looked downer than usual, more depressed. It seemed that Sasuke had finally gotten the message into her head. After so many rejections and so many trials, it seemed that she finally gave up. But things are not always what they seem, are they?
So the three students spent the hours training in misery and awkwardness, wishing they could all be somewhere else, while their masked sensei laughed behind his explicit book that seemed to be his world.
After hours and hours of, not physically, but emotionally painful, completely pointless and unproductive training, the three students were finally dismissed and went their separate ways as fast as they could, hoping to God that they could just get away from each other.
And that they did.
Sasuke fled to his mansion to lay in bed, Sakura went to Ino's flower shop to confide her worries to her recent best friend and Naruto made his way to the one place that ever gave him something to look forward to, that ever gave him hope: Hokage mountain.
He stood in front of the mountain, staring at the faces of each Hokage imagining his face carved in with theirs. Surely that day would come. Surely. If he was to become Hokage, he could not let his dark-haired teammate distract him from his training, deprive him from growing stronger. No, he had to get over him. He had to. For his dream. But even as he thought this thought, a thought of Sasuke is still a thought of Sasuke and a force of sorrow tugged at his heart. He had to get over Sasuke.
If he was going to spend the rest of his days training with the person that affected him with a mere stare, he had to find a way to make things not awkward between them. He had to find a way to be with him and not break down.
The first step to this solution, he decided, was confrontation.
He stood up with determination and quickly made his way to the Uchiha estate to confront his beloved, dark-haired teammate. No, this was not a confession. He would definitely not face the surviving Uchiha and say, straight to his face, 'Sasuke, I love you.' No, definitely not. This was a confrontation.
Finally, nervous to the bone, the blonde teen had found his way to the Uchiha Manor and rang the doorbell. And this ringing of the bell would be the beginning of a series of strange events, secrets with no explanations and a web of characters that would play key roles in a story that would change many people's lives forever.
No answer.
Another ring.
No answer.
Another ring.
No answer.
Several annoyed but chaste rings.
No answer.
The blonde decided to bang on the Uchiha's door.
No answer.
Naruto, being as short-tempered as he is, decided that if the Uchiha was not going to listen by choice, he would make him listen, by force.
Breaking an entry would be no problem, especially for such an elite ninja as himself. A crawl through a loose window earned him an entry into the Uchiha Manor. A large mansion that was even bigger on the inside, which, believe me, is very big.
The blonde teen stood still for a moment, just a moment, to marvel at the size of the mansion his teammate managed to live in, alone. He couldn't understand how the dark-haired boy could move around in this place without getting lost. If he lived here, he would definitely need a map. Soon the blonde regretted not bringing breadcrumbs in case he got lost. He should have expected the 'great' Uchiha Sasuke to live in a mansion as big as his ego.
He wasted no more time and initiated his search for Sasuke. Exploring, invading and admiring every single room, which (believe me) is a lot, he still could not find Sasuke.
"Sasuke!" he yelled in his oh-so-loud voice, "OI! TEME!"
No answer.
Deciding that his dark-haired teammate and the reason for all of his dismay was not in the household, he found his way to the front door and turned to exit when a small envelope on a nearby table caught his eye. He found himself drawn to it, though he did not know why. It just…intrigued him.
Suddenly, he found himself in front of the desk and picking up the envelope. Scribbled on the front of the plain white envelope was Sasuke's name and address written in feminine writing. 'What is this?' the blonde thought to himself.
The envelope was already neatly torn open, having already been read by Sasuke. This brought another question to the blonde's head: 'Sasuke can read?'
Letting his curiosity get the better of him, he pulled out the mysterious letter and began to read.
Dear Sasuke,
Please, I want to know more. Tell me more about him, the one you love. Please.
A smile played across the blonde's face. Tell me more about him. 'Him' as in male! This plain old letter gave the blonde a newfound hope. Maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe, just maybe, he still had a chance with his dark-haired teammate. At that moment, he completely forgot about the events of the last day. He completely forgot seeing Sasuke lean over Sakura and the love in the stoic teen's eyes that reflected off of the river-face. Yes, all he knew now was the letter and the hope it brought.
This letter seemed to be friendly to the blonde and so on he read!
I need to know more. Please tell me about him. My brother.
And after all of that joy, all of his soaring hopes were shot back down again.
My brother.The blonde had no siblings. This meant that he could not at all be the 'him' the letter had been referring to and suddenly felt a jealousy's birth within him. It was worse than Sakura because he did not know who this 'him' was. Who was this 'him' the letter referred to? He read on, hoping to find the answer:
Respectfully yours, Yososhi.
And that was all that was left: a signature. It took the blonde a while to realize it but eventually he caught on and realized that if he could find a 'Yososhi' than all he would have to do is find the person's siblings to know whom the 'him' referred to.
The blonde wasted no time, exited the Uchiha Manor and began his search for Yososhi.
Sasuke stood beside the river, feeling a summer breeze blow by and thanking God for the cool air. He looked into the river, waiting patiently for the arrival of his companion.
"Sasuke," said a feminine voice from behind.
The stoic teen was startled, although he would never show it. Instead, he turned to face the source of the voice and said in his regular, calm tone, "Why did you come here?"
He stared into the shade of a large tree, the source of the voice hidden within its shadow.
"I want to know him," came the reply.
The voice sounded sorry, almost pleading.
"He does not need another complication in his life." Sasuke said sternly.
"I am not a complication!" the voice rose, but softened at the next spoken words, "I am his sister."
At this, Sasuke felt a somewhat pity for her. At least he knew his brother, though he completely surprised him by killing off the entire Uchiha clan leaving him to remain.
"You can watch over him, Yososhi" said the remaining, sane Uchiha, "But do not confront him. You might only make things worse. Wait for the right time, when you know he is ready."
"I will heed your advice," said the voice, as it's owner stepped out of the shadow.
She was about the same age as the stoic teen and only a tiny bit shorter. But her distinct features made it clear to the dark-haired boy the resemblance between herself and her brother. Her long, blonde hair shone in the glazing sunlight, her skin was a natural tan and the most distinct feature of all were the three whisker scars located on either cheek. She even had the same coloured outfit. A blinding orange.
"Yes, I will heed your warning," she said to the dark-haired teen, "but remember this: I am not asking you for your permission, I am asking you for your blessing. You do not have any right to tell me what to do."
And with that, another summer breeze blew by and the girl disappeared.
A/N: An explanation of how Sasuke and Yososhi met will appear in later chapters. Please, give me feedback. I'm not sure if I should continue this story or delete this chapter and leave it as a one-shotXP Read and Review:)!