Last Time;; The blonde boy was staring at him, at Sasuke, nowhere else, just straight at Sasuke, and it was then that the forever to be dubbed "Blondie" asked;

"Are you my master?"

And once more, Itachi couldn't deny the rush of pure and utter amusement at what was unfolding before his very eyes.

Instalment 3hree;;

Epsilon

That was strange. The blonde haired boy distinctly remembered asking the younger of the two men whether he was indeed his master, but it seemed that he had yet to receive an answer. Maybe the person didn't hear him; maybe he hadn't just spoken loud enough, although it seemed as if the pale boy had heard him. 'Hmmm... Maybe he's sick...' he thought, absent minded in his twirling of a blonde lock of hair that had fallen into his view. He had to be sick since he was so pale, such a dark contrast to his black eyes and black hair... And the guy next to him was the same too, but this one looked older around the eyes, more tired, especially with the bags. 'Am I in a hospital?' ooouh, their skin looked like that desk back in the research lab, in his 'bedroom', like those guys in the white coats called it. So smooth and pale... ".. Ivory..." That's what it was called, ivory... But these two guys were really pretty people... Which wasn't fair, since he wanted to look like them; they were white and black while he was blonde and blue. That's right, he knew what colour his eyes were – they'd shown it him in the lab using a mirror and asked him whether he liked it. Of which he did, he loved blue, but the... Orange... Had looked nice... But black looked so well on them. Their skin and hair/eye contrast made them look long and skinny just because of the white and black contrast. They looked really pretty, especially the younger of the two – the older one had bags under his eyes, it made him look really old.

Nevertheless, he was still in need of finding out who his master was, so that the blonde boy could record it into his program. Since the younger of the two hadn't answered, maybe the older would. "Are you my master, grandpa?" The blonde asked, turning with wide eyes to the elder of the Ivory brothers [a new nickname]. No answer came. Instead, the elder merely waved his right hand in a dismissive yet irritated way, almost always facing the younger, and began reciting all the stuff the guys with the white coat at the labs said he would.

"Right, Sasuke. Now that you see who you'll be keeping company for the next unknown amount of time, there's some ground rules tha..." Ooouh, the television in the house was so big! It was black all around, and the screen was black too, it was really thin from where he could see, and it was so wide and big and large!! The blue eyed youngster could hear the faint voice of the baggy-eyed brother talking, but it didn't seem directed to him so he ignored it, opting to instead simply stare at the large television, trying to measure it by amounts of fingers. So far, the TV was about... 11 fingers long. Horizontally, you know... Across!

So he didn't really see the younger Ivory's reaction to what the elder Ivory was saying, which was---

---Shock.

But not for the A.I., a young blonde man of roughly around the age of nineteen, same age as Uchiha Sasuke, the little brother to Uchiha Itachi who was the owner of the Uchiha Corps. Unfortunately, the one who almost choked on nothing but his own tongue, continued to sit on his seat staring at a certain Blondie, completely unaware of his own not warm food was Sasuke himself, now currently mind boggled as to what he was seeing. Even with the nod of confirmation he had received from Itachi that this was, in fact, the A.I. that Sasuke had been expecting, Sasuke couldn't help but foolishly interrupt Itachi by asking, "Is this... Really... IT?" Of which the raised eyebrow and disappointed look he received from Itachi was translated into a more common 'yes'.

On taking the opportunity, Itachi returned to his little run through of what Sasuke was to do with the actual A.I., starting all over again since it seemed both Sasuke and the little blonde had completely ignored him. "Sa~suke, pay attention to what I say. You should know that this A.I. comes absolutely clean, he's pure, the knowledge he has integrated in him is all the basic stuff, like knowing what a TV, microwave, 1+2 is. The knowledge of a... 6 year old, if you will." Oh yes, the age comparison of the blonde's brain to a 6 year old had really caught Sasuke's attention. "The more advanced knowledge's, stuff you need to be able to have him be really useful to you will be here in a bit, brought by someone who'll be able to fully download them into his," a point to blue eyes. "... Brain... I suppose that's what we're supposed to call it... But anyway, those data packs don't include home-taught things such as cooking and... Socialising, of which we want you to help us gather data on. What you have to do is basically teach or aid this little Blondie into learning it. Just the basics, like how to turn on a stove, cut vegetables, meat, and place them into a frying pan. Teach him what spices are, how to season food, the usual stuff like that that you hear of cooking channels, of which you should probably start watching." On hearing this, said Blondie decided to start paying attention too, having found the television to be of less interesting then it was beforehand. "There are packs that'll make him a better cook then you could ever wish to be, but it would be... Fun," for him "AND resourceful for us too, so make sure to do that." Oh yeah, there was the Sasuke-glare. "I'll be visiting every now and so, don't really care but have to, and if I don't come someone else will, which will probably happen more often than me coming." Itachi was a busy man; he didn't have time to check up on two idiots.

So after the initial shock was over, and ooh, that took one hell of a long hour spent by 'Sasuke' [as the blonde had derived] and 'Itachi' [Blondie was gewd~] conversing, the blonde haired boy had yet not received the answer to his initial question, but on seeing that an input of his own wasn't technically wanted by the other occupants of the house, he decided to take time on actually looking around at his surroundings and taking in the atmosphere. Even his unformatted brain could pretty much figure out that the house that he was in was absolutely filthy. Feeling the need to, a small subconscious voice decided to whisper a comment into his ear; 'Whoever owns this pit hole better not be my master' of which the boy fully agreed to. The walls were nice though, two side walls of a creamy white, one dark red, and the last wall being absolute, complete glass, a small door in the centre where one could exit to the balcony. Outside the glass wall, Blondie could see that the balcony was small, where a small table and two chairs were present, looking out across the pitch black night scattered with... Shiny little white diamonds... "There's diamonds in the sky...!"

The poor little boy didn't even notice 'Sasuke' go back into shock.

With a little smirk almost escaping Itachi's facial control, he decided to add a little bit more info, giving a glance to his watch to see that he was very much late for his appointment. The client's had probably gone home already. "The A.I. is absolutely fine, if anything happens, it'll fix itself right up. However, Sasuke, and I mean this when I say it, keep Epsilon safe, okay? If news gets out of Epsilon being with you, you will be targeted, and he will be the target." Sasuke shot a confused look at Itachi, wondering why Itachi had referred to the A.I. as Epsilon, after all, wasn't Epsilon just a nickname for the full project? "No, Sasuke, it isn't. Epsilon is the codename we use for this little Blondie; Artificial Intelligence is for the whole project. Of course, feel free to name him whatever you want, since Epsilon isn't really a suitable name for a... Roommate."

"Roommate?" Great, Itachi was going to drop another little bomb on Sasuke.

"Yes, roommate. Epsilon is to bypass as your roommate, I don't want anyone in the general public, be it your teachers, friends [of which I believe you don't have many]," Another Sasuke-glare, he was really improving with his eyebrow control. "Or anybody else aware that this little Blondie is in fact an A.I., like I said, many will try for anything if they find out he is, understood?" A nod of confirmation, and at this particular time, the turning of the door knob grabbed all occupants' attention, all three now focusing on who would be entering the apartment. The man that entered was clad with a simple suit covered with a white lab coat, long hair that reached that just past his shoulders, absolutely stunningly blonde. His sideburns were particularly long, acting as two bangs to the side of his head rather than actual sideburns, and a little red bandanna was tied across his forehead, a small little spike of yellow hair underneath the silky red material. Sasuke almost voiced his complaint at the man holding a PDA that entered, Itachi giving a companionable wave. 'Epsilon' suddenly brightened up, seeing the familiar blue eyes that weren't his, and the young blonde jumped up dashing to hug the man's midriffs, much to said man's expectancy.

On the locking of arms around his waist, Arashi gave a comfortable chuckle, returning the blondes hug with one of his own. "So I see they already woke you up, eh, Epp-chan?" His own face was pleasant, didn't look as old as Itachi's did, but it was obvious to tell that the two men were off the same age range, if not exactly the same. He waved to Sasuke, completely unaffected by the glare of utter hatred he received in reply, and plopped himself on the three-piece sofa Itachi and Blondie had been sitting on, completely at ease in the apartment. It was once Arashi was seated that Sasuke began noticing the similarities between said man and the A.I. Dashing blonde hair, equally [if not more] dashing blue [one colour couldn't define those eyes] eyes, and the rather infectious [to everyone but Uchiha's] smile. The two could easily pass as a father and son couple, they just looked so alike. But it seemed that only Sasuke was picking up on the similarities and doubting them, because Itachi seemed perfectly fine with both Blondie's, maybe due to overlong exposure. However, the arrival of the blonde man didn't really surprise Sasuke as much as he had been expecting it would, merely because Arashi was actually Head of the Research Lab, the 'Supervisor' that reported directly to Itachi only, not to mention the one that would presumably be in charge of 'Epsilon' – which explained the familiarity between the two.

The youngest of the Uchiha brothers sighed deeply, having long abandoned his food, oblivious to the simple conversation that had sprouted up between the two. Blondie paid full attention, for a good two minutes, until the diamonds in the sky twinkled into his view and grabbed his attention. Some were big, and some were small, but the biggest was the round fat one, which was like a silver circle stuck in a dark blue background - obviously called the 'moon'. Funny name. Maybe... The moon is those entire little diamonds master's, and... He orders them to go around making sure that good kids get presents at Christmas, like what Arashi-san said... Speaking of said person, Blondie hadn't yet received the answer to the question he had asked at least an hour ago, and considering that 'Sasuke' hadn't answered, 'Itachi' hadn't answered... The A.I. gasped suddenly, his eyes twinkling as bright as the diamonds in the sky, turning his full attention to a still conversing blonde Arashi. Epsilon never made note of the moving lips, of the fact that Arashi was still conversing with Itachi, and merely interrupted the high ranked pair by asking Arashi "Are you my master?". The subconscious voice in his head piped in; He'd be an awesome master, and Epsilon once more absolutely agreed with the comment. My little head-voice is really clever, he thought playfully, expecting Arashi to answer in the positive.

"Hmph... I guess I am..." Instead, Sasuke, the younger Ivory brother, was the one to answer, making Epsilon turn around to face the boy with wide [slightly shocked] blue, cerulean eyes. That was the word, cerulean. Best word to describe the A.I.'s eyes, at least that was the only word in Sasuke's mental dictionary that seemed to fit. The younger Uchiha sighed deeply, slightly irked out by the constant wide-eyed staring on the A.I.'s part, even after IT [it wasn't human, it wasn't human, it wasn't human!] received confirmation from both Itachi and Arashi. Silence fell onto the occupants of the room, except for the small beeping that was protruding from the Research Labs Supervisor's PDA, in which after a bit more clicking, he pointed it at the Blondie and a similar BEEP! to the one that had awoken the A.I. sounded. On the little electronic sound, 'Epsilon' eyes widened even further in what frighteningly looked like familiarity, and a sudden wide, face splitting, smile broke out, a loud, cheerful and bubbly voice coming from very human looking lips that simple shocked both Uchiha Sasuke and Uchiha Itachi

"HI, SASU-CHAN!!" Blondie continued to stay seated, but he looked all but ready to jump out of his seat until yet another BEEP! sounded from Arashi's electronic PDA, in where the happy blonde smile slightly faltered, eyes returning to their normal cerulean beauty, the smile becoming a large yet polite one. Both Uchiha's turned to the peculiar blonde researching genius, who merely grinned sheepishly in a guilty way. "Sorry, kinda uploaded my electronic journal into him instead of the basic packs..."

Of course, even with the logic of why Epsilon had suddenly burst out with such an exclamation, both Uchiha's found it questionably disturbing as to why Arashi's journal even mentioned the younger Ivory brother as 'Sasu-chan'. And with such... Excitement.

Sasuke looked at Itachi. Itachi looked at Sasuke, and the two siblings shared a deep sigh. Both Arashi and Itachi got up, the latter once more dusting non-existent dust of his Prada suit, the former patting the happy blonde's head affectionately. Sasuke got up, understanding that the two were getting ready to leave, rather glad to be able to have his apartment to himself again, although now with a new 'roommate', as annoying as that sounded. "I presume you understand everything and anything, dear brother, so myself and Arashi should really get back to the lab to inform them that the final test of our research has officially begun. Mother says; clean your clothes once a week as laundry, and father says; don't screw things up." Arashi had the nerve to chuckle, instigating one of Sasuke's ultimate Sasuke-glares, which he happened to be completely immune too. "Again, be careful with the A.I., although it shouldn't be too hard because Blondie here," a demeaning look towards said Blondie, "Will be taking care of himself. Correct?"

The A.I. turned to Itachi and adopted a salute pose, imitating a soldier accepting orders. "Yes sir!"

"And one more thing Sasuke," Oh god, not another lecture, thought Sasuke who was behind the now exiting Itachi and Sasuke, "I expect those forms I had delivered to you five months ago to be completed and on my desk in two days."

And with a hard SLAM! of the door, the reaction of both Epsilon and Sasuke of wincing at the door slam, Itachi and Arashi had finally left the house. Sasuke swirled around, coming to a full stop facing his personal assistant, a tanned boy around his own age, silky blonde locks of hair and round cerulean eyes, causing a small, little, paranoid voice to resonate among the Uchiha's tired brain;

I'm still hungry.

To Be Continued

Next Time;; Now, with the department of Sasuke's elder brother and Arashi, he was finally free to roam among the domains of his empire, now expanded to include his trusty personal assistant, his own Artificial Intelligence named Epsilon. For now at least, he'd have to find some sort of other stupid name to give to the blond-head. Great. He had to do something. It felt just like being back at home. Now how to find IT's it's name? While thinking through his current mission of naming the little blond fellow, Sasuke found himself to be staring down at what had once been a beautiful-looking brea--... Lunch... Dinner? Scratching his jet-black hair, he swirled the Kamaboko slices around, the ones with the pink spirals - Narutos, as people called them. The young Uchiha disliked them, didn't know why they came along with the packet, integrated into the bloody food, impossible to pick them out until you added the boiling water - which by then would have had it's taste spread out to the noodle. At least, thats what he figured 'Narutos' to do.

Stupid Naruto.

Forgive me for the wait, and forgive me for another mistake that happens to have happened; Arashi. I just dont know his name. He's supposed to be the Fourth Hokage btw, incase my description of him was so obviously lame and Arashi really isn't his name. 3"

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