[10 days earlier]

Itachi had taken sasuke back to their home… or one of their properties that their family owned.

This home was special because it was her, their mother's, favorite out of all of their properties. It was a quiet cabin like property on Lake Tahoe. The multi million dollar home overlooked the glass-like water and towering evergreen trees across the area. Despite the sorrowful memories the house brought, it also gave off a feeling of comfort or support in times of despair for Sasuke. He could feel his mother through the woodwork and landscape surrounding the house. This became the only Uchiha property that contained family mementos or photos after Mr. & Mrs. Uchiha's deaths. This was a place was therefore, considered sacred to the two uchiha brothers with a strict no guests allowed policy and was only used for dire situations… like today.

Sasuke came out of his state of shock holding a hot cup of tea in hand with a blanket around his shoulders and sitting in front of the fireplace at the log cabin. His brother Itachi was in the open kitchen cleaning dishes and putting away leftovers.

" thank you, itachi" itachi noticed that sasuke had finally snapped out of whatever it was that had him paralyzed before and was making his way to the kitchen.

"Ofcourse, sasuke… so do you want to finally tell me what happened?" itachi prompted.

" nothing, happened"sasuke added the empty mug into the dishwasher and went to make an exit.

"Sasuke, you know i will find out no matter what you say." itachi threatened

" and i said it was nothing, so there is nothing to find out" sasuke barked back and made his leave for his bedroom. A key indicator that sasuke was still licking his wounds if he needed to stay the night.

Itachi's blood boiled, why was sasuke being so infantile and stubborn? Itachi only wanted to get revenge for whoever the hell did "nothing" to sasuke. Itachi picked up his phone and made a call "kisame? Yeah can you get call sai to do some recon for me? thanks" if sasuke wanted to do it the hard way, then fine. There was no challenge too difficult for an Uchiha.

. . .

The next day sasuke, sasuke quickly left behind his sacred place. He took a cold shower, brewed up a black coffee and disappeared as if he never had a breakdown in that house the night before.

Sasuke opened his cellphone and called up a peer among the elite mafia families, Neji Hyuga. The Hyuga family dominated the illegal drag racing and auto theft scene. The Hyuga and Uchicha were rivals yet used each other's empire to excel with their own business. Itachi would use the Hyuga events for sites to sell drugs and the Hyuga would use the Uchiha's product to attract larger crowds. Therefore, Neji and Sasuke were on speaking terms given that they were both children of the same age and help their family businesses when needed. Sasuke didn't particularly enjoy Neji's company, but he was mandated to get along with him to promote family business relations. However, right now this phone call had nothing to do with family business.

. . .

An engine could be heard revving like a lion's roar across Nevada's night sky as a black mustang flew across the bare roads.

The Car pulls into the desert and circles in a donut shape before coming to a stop.

"And that is why, my friend, the mustang has been queen of the road since 1965. What did you think?" Neji got out of the car and tossed the keys to sasuke.

"Hn, it works."

"Perfect, i knew you would be pleased. Such an odd request from you though, i didn't know you were into classic cars. I've only ever seen you drive a ferrari. But, I am happy to accommodate."

Sasuke throws neji a duffle bag. Neji opens it.

"ahh nothing like the smell of fresh white powder" Neji makes his way to the ferrari that was trailing behind and finally caught up to them. Four scantily clad girls jump out of it, a blond, redhead, and two brunettes.

"Hyuga. Hold on… I want one more thing"

...

Sasuke was driving, fast into the desert night without a destination.

Neji had explained something about adjustments he had made to the original mustang in order to make it race-able… but he was far from interested in that.

This car, this car made him feel again. After the...after n..he messed him up, something inside him broke and now this car was the cure.

Or was it the blond girl rubbing his crotch?

The next thing he knew, she whispered "here, this will help" and kissed his mouth feeding him a pill…

What? Oh well, too late now.

The last thing Sasuke felt was her unzipping his pants before his consciousness fell into a timeless abyss.