Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own it. Whatever gave you that idea?
A/N: Here's the next chapter. Dunno if I'll bother with another one...(insert typical begging for reviews).
Chapter 1
Sasuke was half a block from his apartment when he realized he'd forgotten his wallet. Money was necessary for the purchase of clothes. He had no intention of stealing clothes; not today, anyway. Best to save the criminal record for other unexpected matters.
After returning to his room and collecting his money (and quite a bit of it too—inheriting the entire clan's fortune wasn't the worst event in his life) Sasuke once more set out with determination and purpose! His entire wardrobe had to be replaced, as well as his wallet….it was black too. How could he have been so oblivious of the terrible decline into his current state?
The first stop on his route was the KO store—Konoha Outfitters. He didn't pick the name, he just shopped there. After all, there was no better place for all the right brands at all the right prices!!
Crowded as the KO store was, he quickly maneuvered his way to the appropriate clothing section. Hopefully he didn't run into anyone he knew—the cocoon was so terribly ugly before the butterfly emerged, after all—no one really needed to see his miraculous transformation from emo to Superior Uchiha. They just needed to awe at the results.
Now, because black was no longer an option, he was confronted with a horrible choice: What would be his new base color? He needed a good, strong, non-emo base color on which to build his new collection on. Black went with everything and nothing; colors required some sort of coordination. But what kind of style should he choose?
Perhaps a complete reversal would not be so bad. Maybe white was the way to go. It didn't require too much coordination, just in case his color-matching skills were a tad bit rusty from temporary disuse. Or maybe blue? It'd worked for him in the past, and it was a good, strong masculine color. Gray was an acceptable color, although it was dangerously close to black. Red was out of the question: it'd drown out the beauty (if he did say so himself) of his Sharingan too much. The Sharingan excluded green too. There would be no Christmas Uchihas!
Purple, orange, and yellow needed no logical explanation. They were just plain ugly. And as for purple………….Sasuke shuddered. No purple.
So, among those options, three were acceptable.
White, blue, or gray.
Such a difficult decision.
He stared out at the racks of clothing, from shirts to shuriken pouches, and considered. His very future could be determined from this choice!
"This can only be decided by careful research," he muttered to himself. Then he set about collecting every gray, blue and white shirt he came across, regardless of the style or brand. Almost instantly he acquired an enormous pile of clothes. Now---to find a dressing room!
Sasuke sauntered confidently off in the presumable direction of the dressing room; regrettably, he couldn't see over the pile of tri-colored clothing. No matter. As an Uchiha he was born with a dangerously accurate sense of direction and the ability to pull off anything with grace and poise. Ah yes, it was good to be an Uchiha.
He felt himself hit the floor before he realized he'd tripped. The culprit? Sasuke removed himself from his face-plant into the clothes (luckily they'd broken his fall) and turned to see…..a big yellow sign that read "Caution: Wet Floor". Irritatingly enough, it was also illustrated with a stick-figure shinobi face-planting on the stick-figure floor. Sasuke growled at it and stood up with deadly intent. The sign would live no longer. He would turn it into a pile of charred, black ashes.
Blinking, he examined that train of thought.
No, he corrected, he would turn it into a pile of charred, gray ashes. Black was not an option!
Before he managed to perform the proper hand signs for turning offending yellow signs into piles of charred grey ashes, it struck Sasuke that if no one had seen his fall, then there was no point hovering around the scene of the crime! His dignity might yet be saved!
Hastily he gathered the clothes up and sauntered off once more in a different direction: the dressing room was at the opposite end of the store anyway! This time he reached the dressing rooms without incident. Good. Very good.
He slipped silently into a room and undressed, gratefully taking off the black clothes.
The first shirt he tried on was white. Not a bad color on him, he decided while posing elegantly in the mirror. He spun around to see how he looked from behind. The back was too plain without the Uchiha symbol, but that could be fixed. Same for the shirt's boringly small collar. Collars must be large and imposing!
Gray was all right. Maybe a little dull, though.
Blue looked perfect. Sasuke smirked at his new reflection. No one would ever think he was emo in this. Already he could feel his strength returning! Emo-ness must have been the awful weakness plaguing him for so long! Finally he could become the avenger he'd always wanted to be!
"Heh heh heh," Sasuke chuckled quietly to himself. Hmm. Surely he could laugh more evilly than that! "Heh heh heh hehhhhh..." Well, he'd just have to practice some more in front of the mirror tonight. But he'd get it eventually. And then Itachi had better be scared!
"Foolish little big brother," Sasuke taunted his reflection. "You don't have enough…."
Wait for it, wait for it…..
"…..enough……enough…………….strengthness! And you have too much weakness!"
Sasuke grinned at the thought of Itachi's terrified expression after hearing that devilish taunt.
But returning to the matter at hand—now that blue was his chosen color, he needed to choose the style of shirt. Short-sleeves, long-sleeves, or three-quarter sleeves? And for his pants…should they be pants, or preferably shorts? He faced the pile of clothes awaiting his attention, and began the process of transformation.
Four hours later Sasuke was tired, hungry, and sporting an entirely re-done wardrobe. It'd taken him three trips from the store to his apartment to get all of the new clothes. The mass of black clothing was tossed out ruthlessly onto the floor.
Sasuke redressed himself in brand new clothes, and set out to have lunch. Let the entire world see now! The transformation was complete, the butterfly had emerged from the deformed chrysalis; Sasuke was no longer emo!!!