Clark, after seeing a child get defended by his older brother, makes a wish on a wishing star for an older brother too. Updates are slow, and grammar is not perfect but it is mostly legible.
Chapter 2: Bro-?
Clark fidgeted in his seat as the teacher droned on. Normally he would have paid attention or at least made an attempt to look that part but today he was extremely excited about having an older brother barely staying in his seat to avoid getting detention. That would keep him away from his older sibling!
It had been six hours since his mystery sibling had been wished here and he was getting worried.
What if his sibling had hurt himself when he landed?
What if those scorch marks weren't superfluous?
What if he had to go to the bathroom?
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Questions filled Clark's little head as he impatiently waited for the clock to say 1 o'clock.
12:14:21
Gah! Hurry up already! He thought franticly as his fingers began a nervous drumming against the desk.
He looked down a little anxiously. What if his new brother ignored him? Or hated him? He couldn't bare the idea of his family hating him, it would kill him.
Clark stole a glance at the clock on the teacher's desk. Surely it was almost time by now right? A hour away? Two maybe? He stared at the clock.
12:14:47.
Clark's forehead smacked the counter before, mentally groaning.
The Mayor stared out the window of his office, his features grim. Six hours ago the park had been attacked by a flying blazing object.
At first many had thought it another round of meteor shower and there was pandemonium on the streets. The object had been made of black granite and looked remarkably similar to some of the meteor stones.
But when, a group of police had search the park, where they saw the stone.
The mayor rubbed his eyes. He was getting too old for all this.
Taking a deep drag from his pipe, the mayor went back to fighting his never-ending battle against his nefarious foe: the paper work. Which had doubled during this whole meteor scare.
Sasuke sneezed before sitting straight up, a kunai in one hand, a katana in the other, a wild look in his eyes.
Blinking a few times as he felt various kinks and pins from laying in the same spot for too long he took in his surroundings.
He was in some plain looking farmhouse that smelt like old people.
Carefully he looked around the small apartment, looking for any signs of life.
Not sensing anyone else the teenager cautiously looked around.
It was white walled, sparsely furnished and had a look of some very neat-freak person living there.
The only sign that somebody did live here was a small, organized mess in the corner of the bedroom, full of things that were only of value to a child.
Finding the bathroom Sasuke looked around and spotted a set of clothing about his size.
Had the owner of the apartment set them out for him?
Then Sasuke caught his reflection. He gagged.
He looked like he had been dragged through all of grass and then thrown through a fire pit and after that fought Naruto to a stalemate! And the bandages around his side looked as though it was done by a toddler.
Checking once more for anything dangerous he made took a quick shower, which proved difficult with a weapons pouch attached to his thigh.
Finishing in record time, he dressed in the new clothes and fresh bandages and moseyed towards the kitchen, searching its contents.
What he found made him blink a sweat a little.
There was cereal and a hell lot of farm products he had probably landed in some civilian's home.
Normally he wouldn't give a whole lot of thought, but it looked as though somebody had robbed a convenient store of its noodles and well… there was nothing else to eat.
His eyes twitched at the nutrients, fiber, vitamins containing fruits and vegetables scattered all around the kitchen when he had been a missing nin he had longed for good food and most of the time he had to do with soldier pills.
Oh well, Hn.
He shrugged as he reached for one corn. Sasuke thought over everything that had happened in the past few days as he waited for the water to boil and dropped the corn in it.
He, Uchiha Sasuke, the Avenger, and a hell lot of other titles of Konoha, last survivor of the Uchiha clan, had been banished from elemental nations and he had willingly steeped into a Kamui of his own creation finally after the war.
But what was going to happen now? He had no place to return or go to, he had been a wanted SSS-rank criminal (last time he checked) in all countries, no connections, no money, no idea where he was or how he ended up here.
Wow, I'm only seventeen-years-old and I've already (BLEEP) up my life beyond repair. Peachy.
Seeing the bubble in the water, Sasuke pulled out the corn which poured the hot water into the sink.
He started eating the corn while keeping his body at full alert.
Well, I could become a terrorist; I mean after all, that's pretty much what I had been doing earlier. He thought with a smirk;
He was brought out of his mental musings when he heard a door slam open. A kunai appeared in his hand.
Slowly he made his way to the entrance of the kitchen, slowly peeking out the side of it.
There, at least twelve years younger than him was a boy.
The boy had dark black hair, cerulean eyes and was rather short. In all, he looked pretty normal although the clothes were different than he had ever seen before. The boy looked around franticly as though he was trying to find something of great important. Tears swelled in his eyes, an absolutely devastated look appearing on his face. Sasuke check to see if anyone else was coming but his chakra felt no one.
Walking forward and making as much noise as possible as to alert the kid he was there, Sasuke cautiously approached him.
The boy looked over to him, and stared for a moment.
Then the biggest and happiest smile Sasuke had ever seen broke across the boy's face.
The boy ran to him, small arms wrapping around his waist and hanging on in an iron grip. Sasuke repressed the impulse to pierce the kid in the eye with the kunai that was still in his hand.
What the kid said though shocked him.
"Big Brother, your back!"
"Wha-?"