Yes, so very late, I apologize! I was at Otakon this past weekend (an anime convention) and I wasn't home. Also, The flashback wasn't originally written with the story, but I decided to write it. It fit with the story well enough. Anyway, here it is! Oh, and because I rushed to put this up so it wasn't any later, there may be some mistakes. I apologize in advance.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto... or Gaara, or Itachi, or Neji... oh you get the point.

OKAY PEOPLE. THERE WAS A FLASHBACK HERE, BUT I DIDN'T LIKE IT SO IT WAS REMOVED. IF YOU'VE READ IT, FORGET IT, AND IF YOU ARE A NEW READER, PRETEND YOU DIDN'T SEE THIS!

Naruto's eyes opened. A slight sweat had gathered on his skin from the dream he just had. Sunlight filtered through his windows and into his bedroom. It had been years since he thought about his high school life. He had thought he was over it, but apparently not. He sighed, staring at his ceiling. He couldn't change the past, and if he did what would come of it? He wouldn't have made any of the friends he had now; especially Gaara.

He had to get over this. He hadn't had a wonderful high school life. Heck, to him it'd been hell, but now it had been brought to the forefront of his mind. What was he supposed to do?

"Naruto."

His eyes traveled the door where Gaara stood motionless.

"Yeah?"

He knew the other well enough to know he wanted something.

"Come to the kitchen… don't go in the living room." With that Gaara turned and left.

Naruto forgot his worries as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What the hell was going on?

Grunting in effort he managed to peel his body from the mattress. Wearily he trudged from his room to the kitchen. Out of habit he poured himself a cup of coffee, loaded with sugar, before sitting in his usual seat. He couldn't help but wonder why Gaara told him to go to the kitchen… or maybe he was supposed to be in the living room? He was too tired to remember what Gaara had said.

"Good morning, Naruto-san."

Naruto nearly spit out the coffee in his mouth when he turned around to find Itachi sitting across from him. "Itachi-san!" he exclaimed.

Itachi merely nodded in answer.

"What are you doing here… uh…," Naruto glanced down at his attire which was made up of boxers and an undershirt. "Let me just…" Naruto moved to stand, but stopped when Itachi motioned him to sit back down.

"It is perfectly fine, I am well aware that I am here during your personal time," said Itachi smoothly, "I wanted to inquire upon entering Tobi in the beginner level class. I know you've only taught him privately once, but I think he'll be fine. "

"Oh? Yeah! Great!" Naruto's mind was reeling. He had forgotten about Itachi, and now that he thought about it, that made Sasuke his brother! "So I'll see him Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, then?"

"Yes," Itachi took a sip of coffee which Naruto assumed one of his current house guests had given him.

"Now, Naruto-kun," the change in formality made Naruto nervous. "I wanted to speak to you about my brother."

Naruto stiffened at this.

"Brother?" he questioned, playing dumb.

"Yes, I just wanted to tell you a little something about is past that he will probably never tell you… although, if things go according to plan, he may tell you eventually…" Itachi mumbled the last bit to himself.

"What the hell are you talking about?" asked Naruto uneasily, "What plan."

"Sasuke was put into counseling after graduating from high school."

Naruto gave Itachi a look between confusion and curiosity.

"Through high school Sasuke was given high standards –my fault really, but that's another story- our father insisted he had to have the top scores. So, when a blonde nobody- no offense, that's what we considered you back then- come out of nowhere and beats him, obviously father was unhappy. When you first tied with him he was merely berated, but as you continued to keep up, our father got a little… how should I say… physical? Yes, physical."

Itachi paused in thought as he stirred his coffee –though, noted Naruto, he was drinking it black so there was nothing to stir.

"Sasuke slowly began to… change. I thought it was merely depression and I got him anti-depressants, but they didn't seem to work. He began many frivolous relationships in which he lost himself in the pleasure."

"Why are you telling me this?" demanded Naruto, he was unsure how he was supposed to react. Was he just supposed to forget everything Sasuke put him through?

"He began insisting things that were untrue, but he truly believed them to be. I believe he might have expressed to you that he thought you were cheating, no? That was one delusion, but there were many." Itachi ignored Naruto's questions and plowed through. "Our father died our senior year, but he was delusional. He convinced himself that father was still there, and he would harm himself whenever he failed."

"What does this have to do with me?" Naruto tried to keep his face calm, to not think about the pity he was beginning to feel.

Itachi once again, ignored him. "Finally, I noticed and took him to a doctor. He went there for a year until he finally got over the trauma. One little habit we have yet to cure though, is him sleeping around…" mused Itachi.

"What. Does. This. Have. To. Do. With. Me. God dammit!" Naruto slammed his cup into the table with enough force to shatter it.

Itachi turned to look at Naruto, giving him his attention, for the first time; completely unperturbed by Naruto's sudden temper. "I just thought you should know." Itachi said simply. While Naruto starred at him in shock Itachi stood swiftly and elegantly, placing his cup calmly on the table, and strode out the door.

Naruto didn't know what to think. What the hell, came to mind first, followed quickly by he thought I should know? However his musings were interrupted by a loud crash from the living room.

"What the hell?" he voiced his thoughts this time as he began to stand up. He momentarily put thoughts of Sasuke aside and went to see what exactly was going on in his living room. He had specifically told Gaara that he wasn't allowed to take dishes anywhere outside the kitchen, and he could assume based from that crash that- Naruto froze. The sight he saw was not expected, at all.

"Hn, my brother works fast."

Glancing to the side, Naruto saw the Uchiha whom he'd thought had left, but then again… his journey to the front door was somewhat hindered by the field-of-fuckin-flowers in his living room!

"What the fuck!" he screamed.

"I do hope you don't use that language around your students," admonished Itachi.

Naruto shot him a glare. He didn't care if the man owned one of the biggest companies in Japan or that his kid was in his class. After all, he wasn't working as Itachi had said earlier.

"Well," Itachi turned to go back into the kitchen, "I'll just go out the back door."

Naruto didn't even acknowledge the man, instead he took in what appeared to be Gaara, opening the front door to glare at some guy holding another vase of flowers. Shikamaru was fast asleep in a bed of rose petal on the couch. And Temari was standing next to a pile of flowers and broken glass looking sheepish. Then, the was also the fact that every inch of his living room was covered in a variety of flowers. Every table, couch side, tv stand,….floor. Everything had fuckin flowers.

"I told you not to come in here," growled Gaara before he punched out the delivery guy.

"Does it matter?" exclaimed Naruto, "Did you really think you could get rid of all this before I came in here?"

"Troublesome," groaned Shikamaru, "We would have, had not three more delivery trucks showed up."

"How many flowers are there?" demanded Naruto.

"Well," Shikamaru paused, "I believe that the first truck has been unloaded, and they're starting on truck two…"

"What the- Gaara! Quit glaring at them and shut the damn door! No way I'm letting them load me up with more of this shit.

"We tried," sighed Temari. Gaara shut and bolted the door. "They just leave it on the porch then, they were apparently offered a lot of money to not take no for an answer."

Gaara grunted in annoyance.

"Where did they even come from?" Naruto was in shock, there were two more trucks full of this?

"There's a card on every single bouquet," informed Shikamaru, "The all say the same thing: 'I'm sorry. Sasuke.'

Naruto snatched up one of the nearest bouquets and read the card, Sure enough, that was what it said.

They were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Mr. Uzumaki!" a voice yelled through the door, "Truck one is done, two and three are being unloaded now, trucks three and five are just arriving, and Truck one went to get its second load. Should we avoid the sidewalk so you can walk to your mailbox? Mr. Uzumaki?"

Naruto stood frozen in horror. So many… flowers. He couldn't take it. "Shikamaru."

"Hm?"

"Where can I find Sasuke at this very minute?"

"….at work. Uchiha Corp, tenth floor."

Before anyone could say anything, Naruto grabbed his car keys and headed for the back door.

"Fuck," Gaara growled, "He left us to deal with this."

"Mr. Uzumaki! Trucks six and seven are being paused so we don't block the street."

Eyes narrowing, Gaara glared at the door before walking toward his temporary bedroom. No way was he fucking handling flowers.

Oh, and btw, has anyone else heard that they're stopping scanslations? Noooo! I mean what started this?

~*~DeviousDevil :)