Chapter 13: Heritage.

Parings: Naru/Sasu...duh.

Rating: K-T (first) M-NC-17 (later)

Disclaimer: I do not own the sheer genius "Naruto"; Shippuden of other. The honours go to Masashi Kishimoto and his genius brain that created this masterpiece.

Summary: Remember the summer camp you went to; that quaint place out in the woods, by a lake, sitting around a campfire telling ghost stories and eating s'mores? Well this summer school, sure as hell, isn't that. Three months, Sasuke, teenage delinquents, illegal alcohol, prescription drugs, annoying shrinks, escape plans, a Shitzu from hell, and new relationships; welcome to camp. NaruSasuNaru.

A/N: As usual I'm bending history facts and such.

Naruto flinched as Sasuke slammed a pile of dust riddled books on the large table they had formed after combing the two study desks. "What the hell Sasuke?"

Mentally Sasuke approved of Naruto taking his suggestion/order to call him by his first name but outwardly the Uchiha grunted as he flung himself down on the adjacent seat. "You're failing history."

A blond brow quirked; "Yeah... so?"

"I can't have you failing anything," he groused, flipping open the top book marked, 'China and Japan at War; 1937-1945(1).', "my reputation is on the line here."

Peach lips twitched. "...You aren't to one failing, ya' know," Naruto reminded him, "and how the hell did you know that anyways?"

The flat piercing look Sasuke shot him made him just abandon the effort.

"You're strongest suit is Sociology...95% and over; that doesn't surprise me because based on the fact that you've literally bounced across the damn planet." He murmured, "Your have the languages down, but history and math are barely above zero."

"Hey!" Naruto protested, "That isn't ri-"

Again, the raven's face melting glare made Naruto shut up so fast his teeth clicked.

Naruto shoved aside his comic book and slumped as he ran a hand through his hair, "So we're going to study, fine, but I've gotta warn you Uchiha... I'm not that good at remembering facts... like dates and shit."

Sasuke paused skimming the preface, "Have you discovered your learning method yet?"

A snort, "No...not yet...we've tried...ummm visual techniques like flash cards and stuff and something call 'kinaesthetic' style."

Sasuke's mind flashed through what he knew about learning styles; so they did visual and kinaesthetic modes, which left just one; 'listening'. His mind flashed back to all the classes where Naruto's eyes were closed and he looked completely detached from the lesson. Huh, seems like he was wrong after all... damn it.

"You..." he paused searching for the right word, "...adapted to those languages after you heard people talking them, right?" He asked.

"Yes." Naruto confirmed.

A smirk flittered across Sasuke's face as he leaned in, "That means the only option left is that you must be an auditory learner. You learn things by hearing, or by being told information."

"Really, now... huh." Naruto surmised, "...never thought of that."

"I'm really not surprised." Sasuke drawled as he cracked the book open to the chapter on 'Opium Wars.'

"Listen," he ordered, "After each topic you're going to synthesise the information and tell me what you got from it." he watched for the nod.

"Fine," he started, "March 18, 1839, the Chinese government and Great Britain at odds on diplomatic relations, domestic and international global treaties, justice local and internat-..."

"Okay." Sasuke growled eyes narrowed, "Why the fuck is Morino doing this History class?"

Shino shrugged twiddling his pen; "Maybe because he's old as dirt?"

Today was another one of those amalgamated classes. Everyone was there, clustered up in the library; out of the corner of his eye Sasuke could see Naruto, Kiba and Renjii who were in the other class lounging by the windows.

"Okay," Ibiki roared, "these are simple lesson rules; when I'm talking you aren't allowed to interrupt me whether it's because you need to go the little kid's room or you're having a coronary attack. You will sit down, shut up and listen because I'm not going over this twice. You will have chances to ask me questions after I've finished or paused AND you will address me as 'Sir'. Got it?"

Silence reigned.

"Good," he said, "I believe you have gone through the Asoka period (2) through to Azuchi-Momoyama (3) era." He peered around the room to look at the nodding heads.

"Excellent."

Sasuke didn't know why then a cold shiver of premonition just raced across his skin until he looked up and saw Ibiki as he took up the white board marker and scrawled across the board, 'Emperor Reigen, 1663-1687'

SHIT!The rat-assedbastard. He knew Ibiki had some kind of weird animosity against him so why in hell wasn't he expecting something like this? Sasuke ground his teeth so hard he was surprised he wasn't swallowing enamel coated dust.

"Emperor Reigen, the 112'th emperor of Japan," Ibiki started genially, "was known for advocating Confucius and Buddhist principles across Japan. For most of his rule he was basically a peace loving ruler..."

Sasuke tensed imperceptibly; his hands under the desk clenching into tight fists.

"...until after three unsuccessful assassination attempts he made the decision to bond a singular notable clan in his province to guard Himself and the rest of the succeeding rulers. They were taught everything the emperor's family were taught; philosophy, culture, medicine, strategy, law...they were educated, accomplished, blooded and made to be the closest companions of the royal family, everything barring marriage."

He paused, eyed quickly flitting over to Sasuke's direction.

"The boys were trained from age six to seventeen to be the best samurai's and warriors in the nation. The senior ones, after passing an exorbitant amount of testing, physical and mental, were promoted to be his and his family's personal detail and his army's generals, strategists, and his advisors. The women trained with the same level of defence, they were taught to be beauticians, advisors, bodyguards, and companions and then made personal handmaids to the emperor's daughters and wives."

He paused; then a hand hesitatingly reached up in the air, "S...Sir," the girl hesitatingly "...which clan is that?"

'Shit, hell, damn it, buggery, fuck, asshole, goddamn wanker, fucking punk ass bitch, a-'

A malicious smile crossed Ibiki's face, "Why don't you ask the Uchiha...it is his clan after all."

Sasuke closed his eyes trying his best to not open them and glare death at the multiple pairs of wide eyes and astounded faces that were transfixed to his form. Avoidance was better than confrontation, after all. He only opened them after this;

"Isn't that right, Uchiha?" the teasing tone was blatant.

His eyes slipped open after regaining his composure, "Yes...it is...Sir."

Ibiki leaned in grinning like a demented shark, "Tell me Uchiha... how one of a noble heritage...a samurai heritage... like yours ended up in prison?"

Sasuke's lips twitched once, "Maybe because I was trying my best to make my ancestors roll in their graves."

Twitters broke out all around the room until Ibiki's glare silenced them. "You think you're funny, don't you Uchiha?"

He sighed dramatically, "I know right...it's such a curse."

"I'm glad you said that," Ibiki returned, "Because I happened to come across a riveting snippet of a rumour that involves your family... coincidently it also happens to be about a curse."

Sasuke just arched an eyebrow; what the hell was he talking about that he didn't know already?

Ibiki took up the marker again and on the wall drew an accurate replica of the image he had tattooed on his collar bone.

Black eyes slipped to slits.

"The Sharingan." Ibiki said turning around to face him, "A curse mark of the highest order, given I believe after one of you ancestors after...hmmmm...Obito Uchiha was found in bed with one of the emperors grandso-"

Sasuke snapped, "THAT IS A FUCKING LIE YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

He was dimly aware of the fact that he had blindly lunged to the front of the classroom and just before he was about to crash into Ibiki was grabbed by a fast acting Naruto.

Ibiki leaned down and stared Sasuke in the eye, "Are you calling me a liar ... Uchiha?"

"Damn right you bastard!" Sasuke spat, "My great grand uncle was framed and you know it... if you could dig up all that why didn't you dig up the imperial pardon and formal reparations that were issued to my clan in 1941?"

A smile flitted across Ibiki's face and in the spilt second Sasuke painfully realised he had just successfully been baited.

Damn.

(*)(*)(*)

"Sasuke," Kakashi sighed massaging his temples to relieve his throbbing headache, "You cannot insult a teacher; even if he was and I quote 'throwing shade' on your family's name."

Sasuke's brows furrowed, "Umm... what?"

"That's what Himura-kun said," Kakashi replied, "he said that Morino-sensei was insinuating that your clan is cursed and you...reacted."

Sasuke pressed the bag of ice to his temple. "If you call 'reacting' a homicidal urge to kill Ibiki and scatter his remains all over Japan provinces, yes. That is a 'reaction'."

"Sasuke... Morino isn't...known to be...easy with contradiction." Kakashi said.

"Kakashi... I'm not the most honourable person you can name," Sasuke said slowly, "BUT what I don't damn stand for is some insignificant, uneducated fucker disrespecting my family. My family were samurai; honour and pride is the code we live by. Ibiki is a blasted..." Sasuke trailed off muttering in the following curses in Russian.

"Still Sasuke," Kakashi said, "you scraped by another Order mark by this much." He said his fingers an inch apart. "I want to help you Sasuke and I cannot do that if you locked up in prison. Please, do not get expelled, Uchiha...I would hate to fail your father the one time I can repay him."

"If anybody doesn't piss me off again by dragging my family into this, I won't...but if they do I can't promise you that." Sasuke murmured, pressing the ice to his forehead while thinking, 'That is if I don't escape before.'

****The Iwagakure State Construction Agency****

"Have you acquired it?" Orochimaru asked quietly.

"I have." Danzo said placing a long, dark blue plastic tube in the man's hands, "The blueprints are in there with the small... gift...you requested is in there also..." he smirked, "...the chemical kind. Its pressure sealed in and once he opens it, the pressure releases. As he unrolls the prints the bacteria will start working on his lungs. It's a phytochemical made from Poison Ivy and Bluegrass algae, it starts to really work in the fifth week or so, before that his symptoms are basic flu-like."

A crooked smile crossed Orochimaru face as he took the tube. "Perfect... you do have the antidote, don't you?"

Danzo picked up a small brown messenger satchel and flicked the hood open. Nestled inside were three small clear bottles that sloshed with ice blue liquids. "Here."

Orochimaru took them also and turned around with a sibilant; "Well done."

"That's it." Sasuke breathed pulling his cramped hands out of the sudsy water and examining them. Scrubbing almost seventy grimy dishes wasn't easy; but he pushed himself because he had a timeline. He needed to talk to Pein before time ran out on him. Pulling off the damp apron with prune hands he tossed the grey scarp of cloth on a crate next to a pile of to-be-peeled potatoes and flexed his hands. "I'm done."

"Sasuke?" he turned back to face a gangly kid named Udon. The past two days the kid had developed some kind of hero-worship towards him. Allegedly Udon was friends with Moegi, they had gone to the same school or something, and apparently she had told him of what Sasuke had done for her.

He squinted, "Yes?"

Udon flushed, "You're a vegetarian, right?"

"Yes." He answered drying his hands off with a towel. "Why do you ask?"

"Ummm... the head cook has made dinner for you..." he said holding out a covered tray, "...Its soy hummus and garlic bread... I think."

Black eyebrows arched; that was surprising. "Really, that nice of him... I wish I had some Kirov vodka to go with It." the last part was murmured lowly.

The kid fidgeted. "You know I can get you that if you want that."

Eyes widened this time; "Isn't that...illegal?"

Udon shrugged, "For you to get it from someone on the outside yes, definitely, but I can do it. No one will know."

Sasuke's mind tripped into overdrive. One lesson he had learned a long time ago, most things given to him didn't come free. What was this kid's angle? Was this some plot of Ibiki or somebody else to trap him some way? He wasn't going to chance it.

"Thank you but no." He replied; eyes narrowed.

"Okay." Udon said, "But it you want something outside, I can probably get it for you."

"I'll keep that in mind." he replied taking the tray and opening the side door to a small side room where the kitchen's attendants lounged. Sat down and started to eat.

"How have you been?" Gaara asked, flitting his fingertips over Sasuke's cheek. In return Sasuke shifted his head and captured the fingers between his teeth.

"Fine." He admitted after releasing them, "...frustrated, irritated, and exasperated, but fine."

Green eyes narrowed for a second then, "I was scared."

"When...Why?" Sasuke asked.

"After they told us what had poisoned you. The black mamba has a subspecies in Suna we call the 'widow-maker'...one bite of that snake and it is always fatal... I thought...that..." he trailed off.

"Gaara," Sasuke said in a low voice slipping his hands under Gaara's shirt, "I'm not that weak...I'm definitely not going to die by a snake bite... I'm tougher than that."

"The perfect soldier." Gaara murmured then lightly bit at a pale ear.

"Born and raised." Sasuke whispered flipping Gaara on his bed.

Gaara placed a hand on Sasuke's midriff and peered up at him, "So your clan is samurai."

Sasuke paused, he was expecting their usual make-out/frottage session but the change of atmosphere made him stop slightly. Balanced on his elbows above the redhead he arched and eyebrow and asked, "Yes we were samurai, big frikkin' whoop, so what?"

Jade eyes bore into his, "You do realise that after this they are going to expect even more from you. Everybody here is going to throw their worst at you to push you to get total perfection."

Sasuke sighed and sat up, one hand ruffling his hair, "Yes, I fully know and expect that. It's the curse that comes with the Uchiha name...perfection, precision, pride." He stopped for a second then snorted, "...no wonder my great grandfather did what he did." he mumbled.

"And that was?" Gaara asked.

Sasuke leant back on the wall behind him; eyes slipping closed as he drew up a leg to his chin. "My great grandfather performed genocide."

Gaara sat up alarmed, "On?"

Obsidian eyes shifted to look at him grimly, "On the other three branches of my family."

Twenty-five minutes. That's how long it took for Sasuke to know Pein was absolutely, insanely brilliant. The man kept up with Sasuke no matter which topic he brought up; politics, religion, the human psyche, environment, technology, neuroscience, astrology even various mythologies.

Sasuke snorted, it figured the one person who could keep up with him was an ex-MI6 agent, and a C.I.A operative prisoned for almost a year. Sasuke was still astonished that the man had kept his mind in mint condition throughout the almost ten months of exile without any kind of information brought to him.

The man had more information on global politics Sasuke could amalgamate and write a three tome book series on. Astounding; he liked this guy...a lot.

"Pein." He called, "Have you made any advances with the rock?"

"Some," he sighed, "It's hard though...this rock is harder that titanium."

"Just keep digging," Sasuke smiled, "focus on the end result, not the road to get there."

"...How many people have told you that you should be in medical school?" Pein asked.

Sasuke chuckled, his head meeting the rock wall. "More than you think."

"...What can I call you?"

He paused for moment, "...Shiroji." he answered.

"Lightning..." Pein answered, "...how about Chidori, instead?"

'Wait...wasn't that Edo-period myth...the sound of a type of electric birds made from the thunder god 'Rai'?'he wondered.

"Fine then." Sasuke shrugged, "I can deal with Chidori. I'll see you soon."

"Damnit!" Sasuke swore punching the floor after his legs buckling under him again. "I can't do this!"

"Yes," Naruto said grabbing at his arm and spinning him around, "You can, the Negativa(4) isn't that difficult. Remember to distribute your weight evenly and bend. You can't do this if your stiff as iron. Again!"

Sighing Sasuke placed his hands on the floor, pushed off with his feet and balanced. His centre of gravity and his balance was on point for about ten seconds before he lost it and tipped over.

How it happened Sasuke had no idea. He just found himself over Naruto crouched over a splayed tan form and his thin lips connected with broad peach ones. A frightening lance of liquid lightening raced up his spine.

Naruto froze.

Sasuke did the same.

Their lips were still connected.

SHIT!

MUAHHAAHAHHAHA MUAHHHAHHAHHAHAHH!

People; I'm still seeking an artist to draw Naruto's back. Let me make it interesting; the one best one, (or the only one -_-) gets a chapter dedicated to them.

Notes:

(1) 'China and Japan at War; 1937-1945; The Politics of Collaboration.' By Boyle, John Hunter... (It is real book people...I should know.. it's been on my Oriental Studies book list forever)

(2) Asoka period; is a section of Japans' History ranging from 538-710

(3) Azuchi-Momoyama era; is another section of Japan's History 1573-1603

(4) Negativa is a capoeira move; the body is supported on one hand while the other is protecting the face. The legs are located close to one another- the leg close to the hand on the ground is extended and the other one is tucked in.

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