Hey guys! If you've read the previous first chapter to this story already and liked it the way that it was, I'm sorry but I just had to do a rewrite of it. I was having a hard time with writing the second chapter for it just because of how I wrote it. I'm not really going to change much, but I'm going to make it in a way that will hopefully flow more smoothly for me. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy this rewrite!
WARNING: If you've read my profile page, you can already tell who Sasuke will end up with. If you are a fan of SasuSaku or are anti-Hinata, please don't flame me. This is a site where one can freely write on a ship that they support or like. If you do not like the outcome, please don't comment on me being a delusional person or other rude things. I will try to keep everyone as canon as they can be, so please don't hate. If you are, please don't read, just saying.
Xxx Disclaimer: Naruto doesn't belong to me, but to Masashi Kishimoto xxX
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"Are you sure that this is legit?"
"Not really, but at this point, I've become desperate. Something needs to be done."
"I agree."
"So make the call?"
"Give me a minute." She dials up the number that she previously wrote down. "Where is he now?"
"If he's not here then my best guess is that he's out with some floozy."
"Figures. I pray that he doesn't catch something from this one."
"I pray that he's being safe."
"Hun, shush, it's ringing."
"Hn."
"Hello? Is this the line for that love-life problem commercial that was on tv?" Pause. "It is? Great! I would like to make an appointment to meet with the producer, please. It's very urgent that I speak with them."
"Tell them why, dear."
"I'll get to that in a minute, now shush! - Oh yes, I'm here. The reason why I'm calling? It's because my youngest son has a serious issue and nothing that my husband or I have tried to do to help has worked! We've tried just about everything that a parent can do, but he's just so damn difficult that everything fails!"
"Ma'am, we are desperate at this point. We saw your ad on tv and we're just hoping that this is something that will finally knock some sense into him. Maybe this unconventional form of treatment will be the thing to help him more than we ever could."
"I just want my son to find happiness with the one that he truly loves, not spend the rest of his days as some wannabe playboy. So please, ma'am, may I meet with the producer?"
A long silent pause ensues as they wait for a response from the other end.
"What's going on, Mikoto?"
"I'm on hold. I don't know what we're going to do if they say no, Fugaku. Sasuke needs help!"
Fugaku sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I know dear, but let's just see what they have to say first, okay?"
"Okay, I guess you're righ-Oh! Hello? Yes, I'm here. Do I have a meeting with them?" Pause. "Really?! Oh, thank you so much! You have no idea how much this means to me and my husband! So where and when is this meeting taking place? I'd prefer if it happened soon."
"Hun, go grab me a pen and paper, quick! - Uh-huh. My husband is just grabbing something for me to write with so that I can jot this all down."
Fugaku comes back with a pen and paper, only to have his wife snatch them away from him as soon as he was in reach.
"Okay, I have some paper now, so if you could please repeat that I'd appreciate it." Pause. "Uh-huh… Yup… Okay… What time?... And what floor are we going to?... And the person we ask for is Jiraiya? How do I spell that?... Okay… Uh-huh… Got it, thank you. Now is that all of the information that I need right now?... I'm all set?... Alright then! Thank you so much for this, we really appreciate you doing this for us. I seriously hope that you can help my son… Alright, take care now. Bye."
Mikoto hangs up the phone and puts it back on the hook. She turns back to her husband who stares at her, perplexed.
"So do we have an appointment?" He asks, earning him a huge grin from his wife.
"Yes, we do!" She practically cheers and picks up the piece of paper that she had previously written on. "We're meeting with a man named Jiraiya tomorrow afternoon to speak with him more about our situation."
Fugaku nods with a pleased smile. "That's good to hear. Did the woman tell you anything else?"
Mikoto nods. "Yeah, she told me that the reason that we're meeting later in the afternoon is because they have other clients hoping to gain this Jiraiya's guys help as well. So if we want to gain his aid, we have to prove to him that our problem is direr than all of these other people!"
"Well let's just be happy that we managed to snag a meeting in the first place. I don't know about these other clients of his, but I'm pretty sure that what we have going on is going to be his top priority once he realizes who were are."
"I sure hope so." Sighs Mikoto as she places the piece of paper in her desk drawer for safekeeping.
As soon as she closes the drawer, the sound of the front door opening can be heard, followed by some soft chuckling and a low groan. The married couple share a worried glance with each other before making their way out of the dining room and into the front hall.
Upon entering the hallway, they are almost immediately brushed aside by their oldest son who holds a very annoyed expression. Blinking in confusion, they bring their attention back to the front door only to frown deeply at what they see.
Standing before them is their troubled child with his arms draped around two heavily made-up women with a third woman standing in front of him with her arms hanging around his waist. All three women have their faces and bodies pressed up closely to their son, while he just chuckles huskily and whispers in their ears, causing them to blush.
It doesn't seem like their son has even noticed them yet, so Fugaku loudly clears his throat to finally get his son's attention. However, the look that he receives from his child is not a welcoming one, but just plain old cocky.
"Oh hey dad, mom." He greets, nodding towards each of his parents, completely ignoring their scowling faces. "I hope that you didn't make me any dinner, 'cause I already ate. So with that said, I'll be up in my room for the rest of the night, so please don't bother knocking. Thanks."
Before their son has a chance to even make a move, though, Mikoto speaks up with her hands on her hips. "Who are these women, Sasuke?"
"I didn't introduce them yet?" Sasuke questions in a mocking tone, causing Mikoto's brows to furrow. He snickers at her expression while the girls giggle like he just said the most hilarious joke known to man.
Teasingly squeezing the ginger on his left, he nods his head towards her. "This here is Sasame, ma. And this one here," He pinches the butt of the brunette on his right, making her squeal in delight. "Is Ayame. She's a cook." He winks towards his mom, making her roll her eyes in disgust.
"Like that's a saving grace." Mikoto whispers to her husband, who sighs in agreement.
"And finally, this one here is Hotaru." He finishes, playfully thrusting his pelvis into the dirty blonde that was standing in front of him. The blonde moans seductively in response, practically throwing herself more at him, which has the other two women whine jealously. "Don't worry, ladies, you'll all be getting some as soon as we head upstairs."
Sasuke looks up at the sound of his father scoffing and his mother gagging. Both look like they were ready to puke and that made Sasuke smirk.
"Now if that's all that you two wanted from me," He says, addressing his parents. "Then I'll be going now. I have some women to satisfy." The three women under his arms start to squeal again, annoying both Mikoto and Fugaku.
"Actually, Sasuke, just one more thing before you go try your luck with a possible STD." Fugaku states with his arms crossed sternly over his chest.
The raven haired bachelor sends a heated glare towards his father for his snarky comment. The women around him all gasp and send glares of their own towards their lover's father. "What is it?" Sasuke seeths.
"You'll be happy to know that your mother and I won't be home tomorrow afternoon, so it'll just be you and Itachi here. We don't know what time that we'll be back, but whatever happens here while we're gone, I want it all cleaned up so that I don't have to ask what you did. Do you understand me?"
Sasuke's glare instantly goes away at this information as a wide smirk graces his features. "Of course." He drawls as he makes his way up the stairs, only to stop halfway and turn to his parents who were staring at him with disappointment. "By the way, you might want to sleep in the basement again tonight. These three are screamers."
Sasuke openly laughs at the disgusted look that his mother made at his comment as he continues his ascent up the stairs with the three women mewling in anticipation.
-XxX-
Tomorrow finally came, and Fugaku and Mikoto would have been ecstatic about it had it not been for how utterly tired they were.
When Sasuke had told them that those girls were screamers, they had taken it far too lightly. It was almost like those girls had made it their mission to disturb the entire neighborhood with their wanton sounds. Despite them being in the basement of their estate, they could, unfortunately, hear almost everything coming from their son's "play room".
Of course they tried to cover their ears, play calming music, tried to ignore it, tried to sleep through it, even tried to tell them to quiet down! But everything they tried failed miserably, especially the last thing; that just seemed to spur them on to be louder.
After somehow managing to finally fall asleep, the couple only gained an hour of sleep before they were awoken by the sound of their front door slamming shut. Startled, the pair ran upstairs into the main hall, only to find their youngest standing by the door in nothing but a pair of satin briefs, his mouth wide and face scrunched up in a yawn.
With his hands on his hips, he turns to see his parents giving him a questioning stare. He simply smirks at them, giving them a two-finger salute before making his way back up the stairs to head to bed.
The pair look on dumbfounded for a moment before making a beeline towards the front window, just in time to see the three women staggering their way into a waiting taxi. Once all three hot-messes are inside, the taxi drives off and their estate gates close behind it.
A moment of silence passes between the married couple when Fugaku turns to look at his wife with tired eyes. "Exactly what time is the meeting?"
"Three thirty." She replies in a groggy tone.
"Exactly how long does it take to get to the place we're meeting at?"
"It's downtown, so roughly half an hour or so if there isn't traffic."
"What time is it now?"
Mikoto looks down at her watch. "It's nine fifteen a.m."
Fugaku yawns into his hand before making his way back towards the basement. "That's about six hours away, but with the time it'll take for us to get ready and grab something to eat on the way to the meeting, we have at least four and half hours to catch up on some sleep."
Already a few steps behind her husband, Mikoto rubs her tired eyes as she waits for him to open the basement door. "Well let's hurry and catch some sleep then. I want to be wide awake for this meeting."
"Agreed."
-XxX-
Five hours later, the duo is in the drive-through of Mister Donut* and are about to receive their order.
"Two medium blueberry coffees with cream and sugar, one green tea donut, and two ham, egg, and cheese on a croissant." Says the drive-through operator as she hands Mikoto their order. Mikoto thanks the operator as she passes the food and drinks to Fugaku. "No problem. Have a nice day."
"Thanks, you too." The raven-haired mother of two responds sweetly as she drives off into the street towards their destination.
With her eyes on the road, Mikoto holds her hand out expectantly towards her husband. "Donut please."
Fugaku silently hands over the donut to his wife since his mouth was already stuffed with a bite of his croissant.
The rest of the drive is silent, excluding the occasional directions given by the GPS and the sound of the pair munching on their food.
Roughly forty-five minutes later the two are finally inside of the building that they were told to go to, which they were pleasantly surprised to find it being so fancy and high maintenance; also not to mention that it was the building of a very noble company titled Namikaze Enterprizes.
After taking the time to find a decent parking space, the couple went inside and spoke to the man at the front desk, who told them they could use the elevator to get to the floor they needed. Once on the 38th floor, the pair walked over to the woman sitting at the front desk.
They waited patiently for the woman to end her phone call, most likely dealing with another client. As soon as the call ended, the dark haired woman acknowledged them.
"How may I help you?"
"We're here to speak with Jiraiya." Mikoto spoke to the woman politely.
The dark-eyed woman looks down at her monitor screen, typing something in with such speed that it almost looked fake.
"Did you schedule an appointment?" The woman, whose name tag read Shizune, questions, glancing back up at the duo.
"Yes, we did." Fugaku answers, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Mmm. Names please?" Shizune hums.
"Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha."
"Uchiha…" Shizune, tucking away her astonishment that the leaders of the Uchiha company were here, types in the names and clicks around on the screen until their names finally pop up. "Ah yes, Uchiha. You scheduled for three thirty, correct?"
"That is correct."
"Alright. Well you can just head through the double doors to your right. Someone else will escort you to Jiraiya-sama's room once you tell them who it is that you came to see. I'll be sure to notify him that you are on your way."
"Thank you very much, Shizune-san." Mikoto responds as she and Fugaku make their way through the double doors.
Just as the woman said, there were people waiting on the other side of the door, looking at the duo expectantly.
"Jiraiya." Fugaku states, and just like that, a redheaded man comes forward with his arms behind him.
"Right this way, please." He states as he leads the two down a set of glossy corridors until they reach yet another set of double doors. "He should be waiting for you." The redhead states before making his way to stand away from the door, most likely to wait for them to be done so that he can lead them back the way they came.
Mikoto thanks the man as Fugaku pushes open the door, letting his wife walk inside ahead of him. Once the door is shut, the two focus on a white haired figure sitting in a black leather chair behind a steel desk with his hands propped up under his chin. Sitting on the desk with her arms crossed under her well-endowed bust is a blonde, amber-eyed woman wearing an olive suit and white button down blouse.
"Ah, come in!" The spiky haired man cheers, waving the Uchiha over towards his desk. "Please have a seat." He motions towards two leather chairs in front of his desk.
It's once the couple have taken a seat that they realize how decorated this room is with literature, picture frames, rugs, furniture, and all of the usual fancy office supplies. Gawking at the room for but a second, they turn their attention back to the grinning man.
"I tried to make this as homey as one can get an office." The man chuckled, while the woman in front of his desk just rolled her eyes and pushed up her glasses.
"It's very nice." Mikoto comments, but then her face turns serious, as does Fugaku's. "You are Jiraiya, correct?"
"Why of course. They led you to this office, didn't they?" The man grins while leaning back in his chair. "So what can I do for you? Why do request my help?"
"Well you see-" Mikoto starts but is interrupted by Fugaku.
"Our son is a man whore."
Jiraiya's eyes widen with amusement at the blunt statement that the other man made.
"How nice of you to be so frank with me." Jiraiya chuckles, earning him a stern glare from the busty woman. "Most of my clients that come in always try to beat around the bush when it comes down to talking about their children."
"I personally see no reason to delay my true purpose of being here by being timid." Fugaku retorts with a sigh.
Another sigh sound follows as the blonde woman stands straight. "Well if that's how you feel, then I'll need you to give us more detail about your situation, otherwise, you can forget about receiving our help."
Both Mikoto and Fugaku look at the woman with wide eyes, fearing for the worst; that is until Jiraiya speaks up.
"Tsunade-chan, no need to scare them. We need them relaxed, not tense."
"I'm not trying to scare them, I'm telling them the truth. We have so many people coming in and I have no patience to hear the same sob story over and over." The busty woman, Tsunade, fumes, going to stand beside a grinning Jiraiya.
He places his hand over hers, which seems to calm her down just a bit, leaving the Uchiha couple confused. "I understand, now let's hear them out." He turns towards the couple, with a now pensive expression. "State your case."
The two look at each other briefly before Mikoto places a hand on her chest and breathes.
"My name is Mikoto Uchiha and this is my husband, Fugaku." Jiraiya and Tsunade's eyes widen in amusement. "We have two children-"
"The great Uchiha brothers, Itachi and Sasuke." Jiraiya comments, stroking Tsunade's hand. "I thought that you two looked familiar, but I didn't want to jump to conclusions, you know?"
"I'm surprised that the heads of Sharingan Corp. would need help when it comes to dealing with family matters." Tsunade states as she sits on Jiraiya's lap.
Fugaku sighs as he tries to ignore the display before him. "We were hoping that we would be able to keep this under wraps, but our son is just so out of control, it's almost like he's trying to ruin the Uchiha name on purpose."
"Well you've been doing a pretty good job of keeping your secrets to the family, considering that I've never read anything leading your son to be promiscuous." Comments Tsunade. "Anyway, go on."
"Well since you know about our kids, let's just say that it all started once Sasuke turned fifteen. It was barely noticeable at first, but then things really kicked up after he turned sixteen." Mikoto speaks.
"Tell us about what changed when he was fifteen." Jiraiya demands, placing his arm on Tsunade's lap.
"We don't really know what exactly caused him to start misbehaving, but he would start disobeying us more and being rebellious." Fugaku comments.
"We thought that it might have just been him going through the awkward stages of being a teenager, since he was going to school, he could have been influenced to act that way."
"Did Sasuke go to an all boys school?" Tsunade questions.
Mikoto blinks. "No. We didn't want to isolate him from socializing with the opposite sex, just encase he became sexist towards women when he got older."
"I see."
"Well, anyway, that was all that changed when he was fifteen. When Sasuke turned sixteen, however, he would isolate himself from the family, not even coming down to eat dinner with us." Continues Mikoto.
"During social gatherings between businesses, he would always hide away from others." Fugaku adds.
"And if he did stay, he would always pick on the young girls that would show up. A couple of times he even felt up some of the women, too." -Mikoto.
"I just thought that it was him being a snot again, so I would try to discipline him, but telling him to go to his room and that he was grounded." Fugaku continues, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It was only later on in the years that I realized that he was looking forward to being grounded."
"Why is that?" Jiraiya asks, quirking a brow.
"Porn." Fugaku answers with disgust.
"Oh."
"Now I know that it's normal for boys to watch porn every now and then, but with Sasuke, it was daily." Mikoto nearly gags. "It was like he couldn't go a day without it, and it continued like that well into the next two years. Then it just stopped."
"And the real problem began." Groans Fugaku.
"We didn't know that Sasuke had been sneaking around a couple of months before his seventeenth birthday. We thought that he was in his room with his porn, as sad as that is to say." Mikoto wrings her hands together. "But one night, Itachi says that he caught him leaving through his balcony, where some girls were waiting for him. Itachi recognized them as some girls from his school, but thought that Sasuke was just sneaking out to some party, just like normal juniors and seniors."
"It was only after Itachi spotted him kissing each of them and practically dry humping them in our backyard before running off that he knew something was up." -Fugaku.
"You see, Sasuke has never really shown an interest in dating or girls for a very long time. It was to the point where I thought that he was going to be alone forever." Her eyes watered. "So when Itachi had told us about what he saw, I was only slightly mad. I was more happy that my son was finally showing an interest. I was thinking that maybe he wasn't going to be alone; so I let it go." She sighs. "That was my biggest mistake."
"Once Itachi caught him sneaking out again, we finally decided to confront him about it." Fugaku states. "We asked him where he was going during the night and if that's the reason why his grades were slipping. At first, he tried to deny everything, but then halfway through, he changed his mind."
"He started to admit everything that he had done and everything that he had been doing." -M
"He admitted to sneaking out of the house to go party, he admitted to making out with those girls, and he even admitted to watching the porn. But then he started to tell us about all of the things that we didn't know about." -F
"He told us that he lost his virginity at thirteen, which shocked us because he didn't show any sign of being different until he was fifteen. He told us how every single party he went to, he always had sex there. He said that he would sneak girls into his bedroom and have sex with them before kicking them out. He admitted to doing drugs, mainly marijuana and ecstasy, but now he only sticks to pot." -M
"He said that he hasn't stopped having sex since he lost his virginity. He said that after he lost it, he did it only once a month, then once every two weeks when he was fourteen, once every week when he was fifteen, twice a week when he was sixteen, to doing it almost every other day from seventeen onward." -F
"Did you try telling him to stop?" Tsunade asks, looking slightly disturbed.
"Of course we did!" Mikoto hollars. "We tried everything that a parent can think of doing! We tried to ground him; he just snuck girls in or watched porn. We tried to forbid him from leaving, even going so far as to lock everything in the house from windows to doors; somehow he still snuck out every time. We tried to take things away from him; he would sit in his room and masturbate or bring girls over. When he would show up with a girl, we would try to kick her out; he would either ignore us and go up anyway, even continuing to have sex with the girl despite us being in his doorway. If he'd show up with two or more girls, we tried our best to forbid it, but then he would bring in even more girls the next time; the most being ten at a time. Don't ask me how he managed to make it work, but let's just say that no one in the house got any sleep that night."
"Wow."
"We even tried to be physical with him, which is something we both hate doing. But every time we tried, he'd make it so damn awkward! Especially when his mother would try! It got so weird and uncomfortable to the point that we just stopped trying altogether." Fugaku nearly shouted, startling his wife.
"What exactly did Sasuke do?" Jiraiya asks.
Mikoto blushes slightly in embarrassment while Fugaku glares at the floor. "Whenever I tried to discipline him, he would stand up to me to the point where we almost fought a few times."
"Damn."
"And when I would try, he would always say crude things to make me feel uncomfortable about spanking him or laying my hand on him. It was the type of stuff that you'd think BDSM people would say."
"Ew."
Mikoto sighs in defeat. "Over the years he got worse and worse to the point where we can't even say anything against him. Every time we see him, it's like he knows he's won, but won what, I have no clue."
"It's almost like this is a game to him." Fugaku adds. "Seeing how many women he can bed before his mother and I finally snap. Either that or see how many hearts he can break due to bedding women."
"What do you mean by that, Fugaku-san?" Tsunade inquires with a tilt of her head.
"Sasuke has never been with the same woman twice, as far as we know." Fugaku replies. "From the day that he started to openly bring women into the house, not one of them have been a girl that he's brought in before. And he started to do that at eighteen; he's almost twenty-two."
Mikoto shakes her head. "Just last night, he brought in three new girls, who made it their mission to not let us sleep during the night. I don't know where my son picks all of these women up at. I mean, I know Sasuke has always been quite the looker and that women would fall at his feet, but this is just ridiculous! It's like he has his own personal vending machine of women!"
"It's disgusting." Fugaku chides.
Both Jiraiya and Tsunade are speechless. Both have their jaws dropped to the floor from their story. How in the world did these two manage to keep Sasuke's sex life concealed for so long?! This kid is worse than an 18 year old Jiraiya, and Jiraiya has been a pervert since he hit 12! What the hell screwed him up so bad?
Taking a deep, calming breath, both Uchiha look up anxiously towards the light haired duo, waiting for a response.
"So will you help us?"
The two blink for a moment before looking towards the married couple.
"I sure hope we can."
-XxX-
Well, that looks like a good stopping point for now. I hope you enjoyed this rewrite of chapter one! So far, I personally think that it runs a bit more smoothly than the original chapter 1, but I could be wrong. And hopefully I made Sasuke's "problem" really sound like an issue and not something over exaggerated. And I hope that I didn't make it look like Fugaku and Mikoto just gave up on helping Sasuke either.
Also, I want to say a big thank you to those that reviewed for the original chapter 1. Those suggestions really helped me out a lot, so thank you!
Anyway, thank you all for reading, I sincerely hope you enjoyed. Please leave a review, follow, and/or favor if you'd like to read more! And again, please don't flame me, it's not cool!
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