Sasuke didn't respond to anyone after his epic mistake that night. He had signed off, skipped dinner, and stayed silent in a corner of his room while his parents and brother pestered him to have "family time" like normal. Because, of course, family time was essential to being a family.

Morning came not long after and the boy's alarm went off at 5:30 like it did every day. Wearily, he pushed the snooze button and crawled back under his covers, wondering if he could fake sick today. Anything but face Naruto…He had turned his phone off, too, in case the blonde texted him.

Sasuke closed his eyes, hoping to go back to sleep. As he closed his eyes, the small rainbow dots of darkness danced beneath his eyelids till they faded into a nightmare of yells from Naruto at him. A small groan passed his lips as he tightened his fists on his blankets.

"Sasuke, do you have my red boxers?"

The bright, early-morning hall lights beamed a rectangular path into Sasuke's room as Itachi barged through the door, not hesitating to go through his younger brother's drawers looking for said lost object. Sasuke bit his lower lip, letting out a forced, weak cough.

"Get up, you're gonna be late for school at this rate." Itachi mumbled, cocking a brow at a pair of tight, rainbow undies.

Sasuke growled to himself silently before forcing a stronger cough out, as though to make his point.

"I know you're not sick. Get up."

Before the boy had a chance to retaliate, the warmth that was his covers was stripped from him; a cold, icy flood of air rushing to his body and causing him to curl up, shivering. "Itachi!!" He cried. A weight pushed the side of his bed down as his older brother sat beside him, laying a hand on his head.

"Why're you trying to skip out? You're gonna fail at this rate." Though his voice held little concern, it was a inquiry of curiosity. After a pause, Sasuke shook his head. He wouldn't tell something so personal to his oh-so-impersonal brother. "Well, look," The elder Uchiha started. "If you wanna skip, I can help you. Just get dressed and I'll drop you off someplace on the way to work, so you can ride with me today. Just don't come home or get caught."

Sasuke blinked up at his older brother, surprised by the compassion he was showing. Then, it hit him. "You just want me to fail, don't you…"

Itachi smiled, rubbing his little brother on his head like a dog. "Get dressed. We're leaving in twenty minutes. I'll tell mom I'm driving you." As soon as the other had found his boxers, Itachi was out of the room and back down the hall to his. Sasuke huffed avidly, jumping out of bed and getting dressed as quickly as he could before going into the bathroom to spend the most time possible on his perfect raven hair. Though he didn't normally spend much time getting ready in the morning and lacked the focus to actually perfect his look whilst being tired, the boy decided he felt like looking pretty today. Grabbing the eyeliner he so rarely used, he applied a layer around his onyx hues in a cat-like formation, parting his hair to one side and spiking it in the back like normal before brushing his teeth and smoothing out his black school uniform.

"Oh, and bring a change of clothes so you can change later in the day so the police don't think you're skipping." Itachi mumbled, popping his head in for a second five minutes before they had to leave. Sasuke blinked. It was so obvious, but he hadn't thought of it.

"Wait, Itachi…what'm I gonna do about calling into school? You know they call home if a parent doesn't phone in an excuse…"

Itachi waved a hand at the younger Uchiha. "Don't worry 'bout it. I got it covered."

Five minutes later, the two were in Itachi's black 2010 Mustang GT and speeding down the road, the elder Uchiha conversing loudly on the phone with his girlfriend.

'How do they even talk this early in the morning?' Sasuke wondered, normally not able to even say more than a few slurred words at 6:10am. Suddenly, Itachi swerved into a back road, flipping his cell shut and pulling to a halt, dialing another number. Sasuke blinked. "What are you doing?"

"Shh." The elder of the two whispered, putting a finger to his lips as the phone rang. The boy cleared his throat as a woman's voice sounded on the other end. "Uh, hello, this is Mr. Uchiha calling in to report my son, Sasuke, will be out sick today." Sasuke blinked at the perfect imitation of their father. It was, indeed, perfect…too perfect. "Yes, yes, that's fine. Thank you very much, it is greatly appreciated. Goodbye." Hanging up, Itachi looked to his younger brother, a smirk on his face. "You're good, kid. Now go someplace. I've gotta get to work."

"You did that a lot when you were my age, didn't you?" Sasuke wondered aloud, pondering how he had perfected their fathers voice so well.

"I've got his signature down, too. Now go on."

Sasuke shrugged and got out of the car. "Thanks." He muttered, before Itachi three-point-turned to get out of the side road and sped off once more. Looking around, he realized he was on a road parallel to the highway to his school. Strangely enough, he had never even noticed this road till now. Even at 6 in the morning, Shibuya was already well-alive and flowing with cars and lighting up the dark, early morning sky with fluorescent rainbow lights from stores. It was almost like a night-life, except filled with people and school kids rushing around in suits and uniforms to get to their destination. Sighing, he realized this wasn't going to be as easy as it looked, cops roaming the streets at seemingly every turn.

Running into the deeper part of the back road and jumping down beneath a conveniently placed bridge, the boy changed out of his school uniform and into something much more comfortable. To the discretion of his father, the boy's visual kei style was something far from what he should be wearing. Clothing was always the topic of argument in the Uchiha household.

Sasuke thought of this slightly as he pulled on the black and red shirt, ripped at the top to drape down past his collar bone and over his shoulder, revealing the top of his chest and bony shoulders every so slightly, only pulling so far as to right above his belly button, revealing a midriff and the bones of his hips, where his tight, ripped smoky grey skinny jeans only reached right below them; two belts around his waist, one in the loops, one sliding sideways on his hips for decoration. After pulling on two striped elbow-length fingerless gloves, the boy pulled on both skin-tight buckle-up leather platform boots and proceeded by carelessly stuffing his school uniform into his bag. There was still a full hour before school started at 8, so he was free to roam around till then, and took full advantage of it, liking the stares and swoons from girls he got when he passed them by a little too much. It was true, Sasuke liked attention. Not just liked, loved. And he'd do almost anything to get it.

Almost a full half hour of roaming the streets and the boy was already bored, seeing as no shop was open nor did he have any money. A club or two would be nice. He had never been drunk before, but had always wanted to try it. Not to mention the idea of drugs seemed to be becoming more and more appealing to him. He knew there was one or two places in Shibuya that catered to minors. Itachi had showed him when he was little. Yet, he still had a few hours to wait till they were open. Sighing, Sasuke allowed himself to slide down the wall of a shop, taking a seat on the sidewalk to watch the passerby. Subconsciously, the boy allowed himself to lean on the bench beside him, only then realizing just how tired he was. The warmth of the slowly rising sun was only enforcing this feeling and amplifying it till the boy found his eyelids to be ten pounds heavier, forcing him to shut them as his breathing slowed and the dull roar of city-life lulled him to sleep.

"Sasuke-kun?" The Uchiha awoke with a start as he felt a gentle hand nudge him for the umpteenth time, his name no longer a mumble in his dream but a concerned strain of voice at his side; a voice he recognized, but only just barely. Wide awake now, both broad onyx orbs veered to the left, only to stare blurrily into two silver-tinted ebony hues, then shoot open in alarm with recognition of the presence beside him.

"S-sensei…?" He choked in astonishment, a cold flood of alarm paralyzing him to the spot. Suddenly, he wondered aloud; "Wh-what time is it?!"

Kakashi looked at him, brow furrowed with concern before glancing down at his watch. "Almost 7:30..." He sighed, cocking a head at the boy. "What are you doing out here? It's almost time for class." Though the man masked it with professional reasoning, the distress dripping from his syllables was hardly transparent. Sasuke blushed slightly, looking to the side. How could he have fallen asleep? How could he have been so careless? The boy stayed silent, pursing his lips. There was no way he could tell his teacher he was skipping school. A sigh escaped Kakashi's lips, holding a hand out to the boy. "Come on, let me give you a ride to school." Could Sasuke protest? No, of course not. Placing a gloved hand in the other's, he was pulled to his feet and whisked into the man's impressive silver Nissan 350z. How a teacher could afford a car like that was beyond Sasuke.

Staying silent in the passenger seat, Kakashi looked over at him as he put the keys in the ignition, revving the engine to life. As he rested a hand on the gear shift, he sighed once more. "Are you alright?" He asked, not moving the car out of park quite yet. Sasuke chanced a glance at him, meeting eyes for a second before averting them out the window to take an abnormal interest in the yellow and white lines of the road. He knew the man wouldn't be satisfied without an answer, so he gave a subtle nod, hoping he had seen. The boy heard the man take a breath, clearly attempting to push aside his aggravation. It was easy to tell he didn't have patience for these kinds of things. Shifting the car into drive, the sleek car merged with oncoming traffic and began it's path to the school grounds.

The awkward silence made Sasuke shrink into himself uncomfortably in the seat, allowing his raven bangs to cover his face as much as possible. He and the professor barely knew each other. They had never spoken in private. And with college-like teaching styles, Kakashi wasn't one to be personal with students. Sasuke was even surprised he had known his name.

"…you can tell me, you know."

A low murmur from the driver's seat caused Sasuke to look up submissively, parting his lips slightly. Almost immediately after, he turned away once more, shrugging.

"…th…there's nothing to tell…" He stuttered, voice almost inaudible.

A quick jerk sent the car into a sharp turn and pulled into a parking space in the depths of an abandoned parking lot. Sasuke blinked, startled, then looked to the man driving in alarm who pushed the gear shift into park and looked over to him, locking eyes with a dead-set stare of stern aura. "Don't think I haven't noticed your grades suddenly dropping from A's to D's and F's, not to mention you've been acting so apathetic lately it's almost irksome. None of your homework gets turned in and I can almost state the fact that you didn't do your project last night, did you?"

Sasuke sat back in his seat in alarm, swallowing hard at the sudden accusations from his professor. In all truth, he had forgotten the project till now. It seemed so easy to forget homework nowadays. Though, before he could respond, Kakashi continued.

"You were also planning on skipping school today, weren't you?" He asked, eyeing the boys outfit then his bag full of crumpled school clothing. Sasuke blushed slightly, looking down as though he didn't care and shrugged, unsure of how else to respond. Kakashi huffed lightly, throwing his arms on the wheel. "…what's going on with you, Sasuke?" He asked lightly, eyeing him from his peripheral.

A heated feeling in his chest caused Sasuke to clench his fists, building up the nervous energy he had circulating him to show a sign of dominance. "…let me out…" He whispered, lower jaw quivering. Kakashi looked at him silently for a moment before responding.

"And how will you know I won't tell administration you're skipping?"

Sasuke stiffened noticeably before making up his mind. "I don't care." He decided, voice a monotone slue of apathetic whispers.

There was another pause of silence as the boy awaited an answer, mouth dry with anticipation.

"Don't get caught." A deeper version of monotone reached the boys ears, causing him to look up in alarm at his professor, lips parted. "And be careful."

As the boy slowly exited the car, Kakashi gave him a stern look, chilling him to the bone. He was serious, Sasuke could tell. As the silver 350z drove off, the boy let out a sigh of relief; though, said relief was most definitely short-lived. Sasuke placed a hand to his chest, feeling his heart thumping rapidly. He hadn't felt so flustered in a long time. Before setting off once more, the boy took a deep breath, unsuccessfully attempting to calm himself.

"I'm home." Itachi called, throwing his jacket on the coat rack and taking his shoes off before entering the house around 7pm. Though he normally got home around 6, today had been a rather long day.

"Is he with you?" The eldest male in the house growled, coming around the corner to look Itachi straight in the eye.

"Huh?" Itachi asked suddenly, cocking a brow. "Who?"

"Who do you think!? Your little brother, that's who!" The man yelled. Itachi blinked suddenly.

"Fugaku, calm down. Just calm down." The man's wife hissed, brow seemingly permanently in a crinkle of concern.

"Sasuke's not home yet?" Itachi asked, surprised. Mikoto shook her head sullenly.

"No…"

"That's it, I'm calling the police."

"No! Sweetheart, wait. Just wait till tomorrow, please. Don't get them involved." The women begged, pulling at her husband desperately. The man thought for a moment before sighing aggravatedly.

"…one day. That's all he gets. If he's not back by tomorrow, I swear I'll-"

Itachi stopped listening at this point, looking back towards the door. 'Where the hell are you, Sasuke…if you don't come back and they find out, I'll be in trouble, too, damnit.'

Quite a few hours later, Kakashi clicked the x on his GradePro program after imputing more than a few grades for all of his classes. He looked at the clock as the computer's electronic whirring began to quiet itself, shutting down. Almost midnight. He couldn't believed he had stayed here so long. Around 9, even the janitor had given him the keys, telling him to lock up behind himself when he left. Though, he had to admit, he had gotten much done. He had finally accomplished cleaning out his desk, grading three sets of tests, and grading all four classes projects. Not to mention he had typed up and made copies of worksheets for his classes to do for homework tomorrow.

It felt almost eerie walking the halls this late at night. As he turned out all the lights, locked the doors, and left the keys in the secret spot where the janitor kept them normally, the man stretched, feeling exhausted from all the work he had done today. Yet, it was the weekend now. He had Saturday and Sunday left to rest up, in his opinion. A smile creased his lips as he unlocked his car, fully ready to get back home and crash on the couch of his apartment.

Several minutes later, a growl touched his vocals at his road still being closed from road work. Turning off to take the detour, he sighed, turning on his brights to keep dark back road lit up. He never preferred this road. The prostitutes and rapists crowding the clubs around the sidewalk always gave him a rather uncomfortable and unsafe feeling, especially this late at night.

As the speed limit decreased to 10mph in a residential zone, the man slowed to 15 and looked out the windows, taking note of the skanky, fake-boobed women lining the sidewalks and blowing kisses to him. Shaking his head, the man sped up slightly, the uncomfortable feeling increasing, till a pack of people caught his eye, causing him to slow once more.

Attempting to find sight into the pack of teens in a circle on the street corner, smoking, talking, laughing, drinking… the man caught a glimpse of the gorgeous raven colouring he desired so much, bathed in the dim light of the fluorescent yellow-ish hue of a street lamp. Slamming on the breaks, the car slid to a stop.

"Sasuke!?" He gasped, eyes widening as he saw his student, cheeks tinted a deep shade of pink from alcohol and a wide smile across his face standing, laughing, and smoking with the pack of them on the side, a bottle of beer in his hand. Kakashi didn't get out right away, jaw slightly ajar at the sight of the boy struggling to stand on his own two feet down a shot of something hard given to him, causing him to sway backwards, almost falling over entirely. An irate growl surfaced on the man's lips as he got out of the car, slamming the door without bothering to take the key from the ignition.

Sasuke didn't take notice to the man till he was practically on top of him, picking him up off the ground and into his arms. The world did a flip, every word being yelled echoing in his mind as he buried his head in the man's chest, nuzzling drunkenly to get the loud noises to go away. He hadn't a clue what was happening. A shattering crash alerted him slightly and he allowed his head to fall to the side, looking down at the blurry view of a broken beer bottle at Kakashi's feet. Slowly, he lifted his hand up only to notice the beer bottle he had been holding wasn't in his hand anymore. Looking past his hand, he noticed the street lamp he had formerly been under was slowly beginning to move away. Reaching out to it, he grabbed at air. "Wait…come'ack." Sasuke slurred gently, feeling himself falling slightly to the side out of the man's arms before he was readjusted and snuggly positioned against the man's chest, being carried bridal style to the parked car on the corner of the street.

As the boy was thrown into the passenger seat, a mere second passed before Kakashi was in the drivers seat, revving the engine as he pulled it into drive and sped up to at least 50mph in the small residential zone. Sasuke looked sideways to the other, who's stern eyes were fixated on the road in front of him, knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. It was the last sight he saw before a sickening feeling took him over and the view he was seeing faded to black.

A/N: As always, review if you want an update.