A.I.

By Young_saiyan

Last Time;; 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.

Instalment 4our;;

Naruto!

A slight rewind on previous information; During the transfer of power between Uchiha Kensei to Uchiha Itachi, many layoffs were experienced in the Research Facility that was co-owned by both the Uchiha Corps and Byakugan Bank. These workers were replaced with fewer workers who were more knowledgeable in their fields, thus being of more use to the Artificial Intelligence Research Facility and one of these fewer workers that is to be mentioned is Arashi - a nickname. Graduated first in his University/College course of both chemical engineering and electrical engineering [don't ask how, geniuses with important ties are just capable of doing illogical things], Arashi has been on a slow popularity increase among the best of the best, among the most talented and gifted men and women to have walked on this Earth. Claimed as the 21st Century equivalent of Einstein, the peak in Arashi's career happened to take place once Itachi finally announced that the Artificial Intelligence was in its final phase. The blonde haired husband [for he was married to a woman with the surname of Uzumaki] had personally tried his best with such a research, taking readings and rebooting 'Epsilon' over and over again with newer patches and versions, to take out every single flaw that could ever inhibit the blonde project. This led to a slightly building of relationship ties between the project and the supervisor, and it was easy too, considering that Arashi was a bright and friendly young man and Epsilon himself was friendly too. He was well liked, socialised perfectly, and held a bright smile that was infectious to many, but it was that same smile that held a small hint of something that slightly scared people with good eyes. Like Uchiha Sasuke. Now Sasuke practically loathed Arashi, merely due to the reason that he figured the blonde man to be a cunning, rudely-polite man who would be perfect for Itachi – which was true. But then again, maybe the reason for the utter hatred the younger Uchiha harboured for the Supervisor of the Research Facility was due to Arashi's past time hobby of just simply annoying Sasuke. Both Itachi and Arashi would bet on who could receive the Sasuke-glare-of-death most in a day. So far, Arashi was winning due to the fact that he did it so blatantly blunt. Oh yes, Sasuke hated Arashi.

Despite the younger ones hate, Arashi and Itachi have always been in contact with each other, having both met in their first years at University/College. Itachi was majoring in Business Economics and some other crap while Arashi was multi-doing two courses of Engineer, Long story short, the two immediately hit it off, and continued to simply just... Stay in touch [much to Sasuke's annoyance] over the course of years. Of course, as said before, Arashi wasn't his real name, merely a nickname that many knew him by. Including Sasuke, if the younger Uchiha was forced to think about it, Arashi had mentioned not liking being called by his real name… Minato… Minato something… Whatever the surname was wasn't important anyway, since Sasuke [when in the presence of Minato] always called him by his name, not his surname.

It felt good to do something he didn't like.

But anyway, somewhere along the lines, Arashi had met a woman who's first name Sasuke didn't really know-again [nor cared for - again]. All he knew was that her second name was Uzumaki, and that was because he found it weird, and she was apparently the complete opposite of Arashi, as Itachi absently commented on. Of course, Sasuke went to the pairs wedding when they finally decided to tie the knot, only to quench the curiosity of how exactly the love of Arashi was. And he was shocked to see that she really was the exact freakin' opposite. While Arashi enjoyed to pull strings and push buttons always with a heart-achingly polite smile, the women would bluntly curse at you with no intentions of covering it under flimsy pretence or anything that even seemed like subtlety. While Arashi [to those that worked under him] understood human errors and was kind to all, she was merciless, expected nothing but perfection in anything and everything, including thorough reports that held even the smallest detail as what colour the pins on a pin cushion were. The loving pair were as different as day and night, yet they strangely enough both worked at the A.I.R.L [Artificial Intelligence Research Lab]. Good, hopefully she'll drown him in her seriousness and kill him off.

Sasuke felt a small prickle of his mood picking up thanks to the thought, and reminded himself that even after a whole year of the married couples blissful relationship, he still held onto the thought and possibility of it happening. 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, he'd have to find some sort of other stupid name to give to the blond-head. Great. He had to do something. A job, a chore. 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[1] 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, that's what he figured 'Narutos' to do.

Stupid Naruto.

While Sasuke picked out each and every Naruto from his meal, placing them on a napkin to put in the fridge for some other poor fellow to eat [preferably Ara--… Minato], his little so-called 'trusty-personal-assistant ' had wandered to the balcony, using glass doors to exit and enter said balcony. On feeling the cool breeze waft through his blonde locks, on seeing the pretty little diamonds suspended in the air more clearly, the blonde haired boy decided to return back to the apartment, back to his master, who seemed to be pondering whether to eat whatever it was that he was eating. 'Food… I wonder what he likes to eat…' Speaking of which, he still didn't know what his master wanted from him - but seeing how it seemed that a lot had happened today, he would have to ask later, after his apparent master had some mental rest. He'd ask about that, then about the diamonds.

'I wish Arashi and Uzu-san were my master…'

Returning back to his previous thought, the blonde haired A.I. made his way to the kitchen, making sure to take note of the surroundings, of the house. Unless his master planned on moving soon, Epsilon [although he referred to himself as 'me'] would have to remember the house, as to not get lost, because he too had heard what Itachi had said, repeating it to himself as if it were a life saving mantra. 'I have to act like a proper person. No more messing around or asking questions'. On reaching the kitchen, he poked his head around an imaginary wall, still finding it slightly awkward to talk to someone he'd never talked to before, or to be more technical, someone he'd talked too ["Are you my master?"] but hadn't been talked too. In fact, this would be the first time he would be in a conversation with someone other then Minato and his wife, Uzumaki-san. But that did little to deter the blond-haired-blue-eyed youngster, only fuelling some unknown will and righteous need to get it over with - it being the awkward stages of first meeting someone new. Oh yes, better to get it over with then to drag it out due to nervousness, it was in his Psychology 101 pack, among his mental hard-drive folder.

"Umm… Uchiha-san…" He got a non-descriptive 'Hnn' in reply. "I'm going to go check out the rest of the house, 'k?"

Sasuke waved him off, still seated on his kitchen stool, seemingly staring at the now Naruto-free ramen as if it were a good reading book. Taking it as an accepted permission, the young blonde male began his journey by heading past the kitchen, across a small hallway and into the first door he saw, which turned out to be a toilet. It stank. Like hell. 'More like shit' a voice said in his head, oddly sounding like the deep voice of a fox, though the boy knew that they didn't speak any human language, plus he was clever enough to tell that it was his unconsciousness that was talking. It didn't matter what it sounded like anyway, to be honest, it spoke the truth, and on shutting the door quiet forcefully, Epsilon ventured to the next door, turning the door knob only to find that it was locked. He tried again, not fully understanding why someone would lock a room in their home, and on the third try almost gave up. Almost. 'One more time, hard as I can' he was going to give it his best shot, and that meant using whatever muscles he had in his body to give it one big push. Or whatever wires were there. Despite the knowledge packs he'd been updated with not so long ago, he still didn't really understand about the chemistry of his own body. But it didn't really matter, the less he knew the better. With one mighty push, the door creaked open, only a bit, forcing Epsilon to keep on pushing, only to realise that the door hadn't been locked but blocked. With… Things… That he couldn't yet tell.

Feeling utterly curious as to what the room was to have something blocking it, the blue eyed teenager pushed harder, his feet almost dragging on the carpet, feeling glad that he wasn't wearing his shoes. The object that was blocking the door moved painfully slow, but nevertheless moved and in no time at all the A.I. found he door to be open just enough for him to squeeze through comfortably. Of which he did.

'…' He was left speechless, if not blank minded. The room was a complete mess, clothes thrown everywhere, messily made bed, and a stench of… Of… Dead mice…? Thankfully, in none of the knowledge the blue eyed held in his system included how a dead mice smelled, so he couldn't be too sure on that. Still…The room had to have been perfect before Sasuke had come, in fact, he could see that the walls were a dark maroon, matching, large, mahogany cupboard and desk that were also dark in colour, and soft, silky curtains that were almost indigo, if not purple. The bed looked as if it had matching sheets too, and under mountains of clothes he was sure he saw a couple of pillows. Fat, lush, comfortable pillows… He wanted to see it. The whole room. In it's full and utter glory, stripped away from the rubbish and useless clutter and made perfect. And who else to do it but him? After all, he was an Artificial Intelligence built and created [one could say born in fact] to aid others from simple chores to complex divisions. So he would clean up this room and the rest of the apartment for his master, for Sasuke, the younger of the Ivory brothers. It felt like a really good idea, and smiling widely with a twinkle in his blue eyes, he began by picking up what had been blocking the door.

It was… A giant cardboard box full of CD's and stuff. 'Eeeeh, so he likes music?' Interesting thought, and hugely helpful, since Epsilon had been finding Sasuke to be slightly… Unnerving, if not intimidating, but it had all been for nothing since in the end, even Sasuke was just human, it was Epsilon who wasn't. The thought made the blond boy's mood drop slightly, to know that he had only been created by humans to seem like them, but he could never be like them. 'Don't kid yourself, kid,' his subconscious said, the deep voice resonating from ear to ear, 'Your better.' The last phrase went unheard by 'Blondie', whose eyes were suddenly caught and held by a strange glint that had erupted seemingly from the corner of his sight, a round silver object coming into focus. Problem was, it was right at the other side of the bedroom, a distance in which a bed and mountains of discarded items lay between. Unfortunately, he happened to be oh-so-curious as to what it could be. But at least now he had something to look forward too other then the clean room.

So he got to work, putting the box of CD's outside the room, deciding to first make room in the bedroom to put stuff in. Next was picking up large heaps of clothes that happened to have also blocked the door, deciding to not in dignify himself by seeing whether they were dirty or not - it was easier to simply throw them outside the room too. Now the door was free to move back and forth, but it creaked slightly every time and the handle seemed stiff; 'I'll grease it after I've finished' Next was the other shitloads of crap that had to be dealt with. The small amount of work out he'd just done had allowed him to see that there was a beautiful dark brown carpet, thin as in your feet didn't sink into it, but plump enough to be warm in winter. It looked dirty though, as if it hadn't been hovered in ages, in fact, little A.I. couldn't tell whether it was dust that had aligned accordingly on the carpet in an elaborate design or whether it had was actually part of the carpet. Epsilon will take care of it. 'I'll take care of it.'

Epsilon found it to be rather fun, to constantly find something interesting inside the bedroom, something new about his master that he didn't know. To be honest, he didn't believe most of the items belonged to him, or had anything to do with Sasuke, since some of them couldn't possibly be his… Thing. Amongst the items he'd found were an empty sketchbook, a laptop [it was buried underneath blankets], some empty Instant Noodles, papers that held the giant letters ASSIGNMENT, a blackberry, two iPods, forms, a credit card and so on. Amongst the things he'd learnt about Sasuke were that he had aspired to be an artist but never started, possibly did his work electronically on the laptop, maybe was a bit too busy to have to eat in bed, had a lot of work to do, liked to keep in touch all the time, liked music and was pretty late with his legal standings [maybe also a bit of a ditz to lose his card]. He'd also learnt that he was most probably wrong about many of his predictions of Sasuke, due to the fact that any of these things could belong to another and not his master. Emphasis on the master, since it did still sound strange.

Nevertheless, it didn't take long for the enthused teen to finish the room, since most of the mess had basically been clothes, blankets and other materials. The carpet was in fact, pretty dusty, but now Epsilon was able to see that it had been actual designs he'd seen on the carpet, round, circle like designs, like how aliens in the movies did on farm crop fields, that really looked pretty. Against the dark brown of the carpet, the designs were a lighter shade, seemed to be even more silkier then the rest of the piece, circling here and there. The bed had been made, with it's silky maroon sheets, grey contrast on the inside of the maroon sheets. And let's not forget the pillows, oohoo, Epsilon loved the pillows. They were fat, they were lush, everything he'd thought them to be, and they were plenty. In total, there was about six pillows, one really long one, two large sized normal pillows, two medium sized normal pillows and one small one smack down in the middle. They were of different shades of red, to match with the bed and the room, and it was only then that Epsilon thought that Sasuke might like the colour red. Maybe that was his favourite colour? But now he liked red too, since it looked awesome in the room, with the whole colour coordination and that 'colour scheme' thing, it really worked out, but Epsilon would have preferred a more… Lighter version, since this particular room was too dark for his tastes, although he wouldn't mind sleeping here any day. The floor had been cleared, clothes had been put away in the large cupboard, desk now viewable with the laptop, sketchbook, assignment papers and forms lying safely on top. He'd found the interesting object before that had glinted to him to be a CD Player, nothing too interesting, but he placed it onto the desk just in case. He'd placed both iPods, blackberry and the credit card on the bed, right in the middle of it so that it wouldn't be missed when Sasuke came into his room. How he had even been able to enter the room was a miracle in itself, what with how the CD box had been blocking the door along with the first pile of clothes.

Remembering the box and the pile of clothes, Epsilon took one last look at the room, nodded his head in approval and walked his way outside back into the hallway, spotting the two immediately. His trained eye [for cleaning the room had trained him] assessed the clothes and figured them to be clean, so he folded them and placed them in their right place in the cupboard, putting the box of CD's underneath the desk, in easy view. Now Epsilon was really pleased with what he did, his first work had been a complete success, and it had only taken him a couple of minutes. He didn't feel tired at all, his breathing was normal, although he'd rolled up the bottom of his black trousers and taken of his socks. If he had worn a long sleeved shirt, he would have rolled up the sleeves too, but his orange shirt was a t-shirt, one with a black swirl placed in the middle of it. The mirror in the room showed that his hair was messy, but come on, it was always messy, so he didn't give it much thought. Didn't matter anyway, this was only the first room he'd come across - toilet not counted.

Back into the hallway, which was surprisingly clean save for being completely empty. Not even a pleasant picture on the walls for someone to look at while they walked to their room. Oh well, it didn't matter, because Epsilon was now standing in front of the third door, the third room. In total, there were four doors in the hallway, the last one at the far end. Epsilon inhaled deeply, his fingers itching to open the door, of which he did only moments later.

It was another bedroom. And it was clean. The door opened cleanly, reminding him that he had to do something about Sasuke's own door, there was an open window letting in a cool night breeze that made the room smell fresh through these light gold curtains that had been drawn apart. A bed lay in the corner, a comfortable looking, albeit slightly big bed with already made orange and red sheets. No wait, orange, red and yellow sheets, like in all different shades of the summer. 'There's even green in it'. The walls were the lightest blue he'd ever seen, like the sky, or the light part of the sea [whatever it was called], or even the colour of a baby's clothes, that sort of blue, and there were wisps across the blue walls that were in completely different shades of different colours as if you were floating along with it - as if the walls had been infused with these coils of energy. The carpet was light green, only slightly lighter then grass, same material as the carpet that had been in Sasuke's room, also with the crop field circle designs. The room was just… Beautiful, and it took a minute for Epsilon's brain to kick in gear and ask; 'Why is this room so clean?' In which his subconscious answered; 'Probably because your 'master' hasn't been in this room' which brought a chuckle forth from the A.I.

"This room is mine." He decided, hands on his hip, a wide grin plastered onto his face. And he knew it was true, because obviously he had to have his own bedroom if it was available, right? It wasn't as if he was going to sleep with Sasuke in his bedroom [this second bedroom was so freaking better then the master's bedroom] when there was a second bedroom available, right? It made sense, and so this room was his. This room… Was his. He finally had something he could call his own.

Sasuke, on the other hand, was having a little 'mental' dilemma. His mind had been doing spins and turns from the moment he'd sat down to eat, jumping from one problem to another, from one meaning to another, from one word to another - just like a rollercoaster. There was what Itachi had said, what Arashi, no, not Arashi, Minato had said, had done. He'd made a beep-beep sound for [insertnamehere]'s sake, a beep-beep sound that had controlled that… That… Artificial Intelligence, that IT, something that wasn't human but couldn't possibly be robot. He had soft skin, blond hair, fingers and feet, arms and legs, he had a nose, a mouth, two blue eyes and eyebrows, no less - everything Sasuke had, everything. How was that supposed to not be like him, it was mind-boggling. Just as mind-boggling as to who on Earth actually liked Naruto's. Which he'd safely extracted out of his meal. Sasuke would have to keep an extremely close eye on Blondie, making sure he didn't do anything stupid or naïve, making sure that nobody suspected him of being anything but Sasuke's roommate.

"Oh god, that means he's coming to Uni…" Which was true, part of the agreement had been that the damn 'Epsilon' would attend the same university as Sasuke, even in the same classes as Sasuke, although he wasn't too sure on that detail. In fact, knowing Itachi, all the paperwork and documents had probably already been taken care off, permitted to history, which reminded Sasuke that he had yet to complete the forms. 'Might as well take care of them now…' he thought, taking another bite out of his ramen before standing up to get the 'profit redirection' forms from a box that stood next to the television. He fished them out, pushing aside books of Psychology and Anatomy, returning to his kitchen stool as soon as he had found them. The black biro in the pockets of his black denim jeans still worked, though he decided to use the pencil in his black t-shirt breast pocket first, in case he did anything wrong [which he didn't. Being a Uchiha gave you the right to be always right]. First was the small prints, pages upon pages of tiny sized letters that formed pretty long and complex words that formed longer and more complex paragraphs. The contract statements continued for three pages straight, made of six paragraphs entirely. Yeah, you could imagine how big those paragraphs were. Fourth page held the actual details, details that Sasuke was to fill in with -his name, date of birth, bank account number and normalities along those lines- while the last and final page [fifth page, for those who don't keep track] was the declaration that Sasuke had read and understood the terms and that he would abide by them as long as the contract was respected, plus a small space at the end that told him to sign it if he did indeed read and understand the whole damn thing. Which he did [surprise, surprise,], deciding to do things the Uchiha-way rather then cut corner this time and simply sign. Besides, Itachi had a knack to surprise him with these things, for all Sasuke knew, he could be signing a contract that forced him to take over the bloody company rather then just get the rewards if Itachi died. Couldn't have that, could we?

The youngest of the Uchiha pairs was skimming through the third page of the small prints, making sure that he hadn't missed any piece of concealed text, when the blonde-haired boy of his worry entered the kitchen, a bounce in his steps that seemed to scream that he was happy. Sasuke looked up slightly, just to be able to watch from his own position, a slender eyebrow raised curiously as to what could have made the blue eyed happy. Said teen merely swirled his way to the fridge, humming a pleasant tune under his breathe that he couldn't quiet remember where it had come from, opening the fridge to see what was inside. Sasuke knew that it was empty, save for two cartons of milk, some instant ramen and other random items he'd felt the need to get from the grocery store, but it was on seeing the A.I. that what Itachi had said really hit home. "If news gets out of Epsilon being with you, you will be targeted, and he will be the target," Who bloody wouldn't want an Artificial Intelligence at their home? It would do the cleaning, cooking, laundry, heck maybe even Sasuke's assignments from university - because that's what it was supposed to do, it was its job. Sasuke would have to make sure, make absolutely, positively sure that nobody ever suspected Epsilon of being anything but just another man.

Because lord knew, there were other less suitable things an A.I. could do, and there were other less suitable people who would love to get their hands on Epsilon.

Epsilon had closed the fridge, obviously not pleased with how empty it had been, turning around to walk out of the kitchen as if a man on a mission. He was passing Sasuke when he noticed the almost empty bowl Sasuke had been eating, remembering that he had wondered what his master liked to eat only to go wandering off around the rest of the house. The bowl was almost empty, but there were still some unfinished food in there, long strands of food, what looked like pasta or spaghetti. But on second thought, there shouldn't be any liquid with the pasta or spaghetti, plus it looked more like the instant ramen he'd seen in the fridge then home cooked food. Okay, so ramen was ramen, nothing interesting about that, but what really made Epsilon peer across Sasuke's shoulder was the white spiky things on a napkin next to the bowl.

Sasuke's eyebrows were still raised, but he kept silent as to see what it was that the A.I. was so curious about. On following his gaze, he saw that the object of curiosity was the damn Naruto's, slightly soggy from the liquid they had absorbed, but still white with the pink swirls inside. Strange, why would those abominations be interesting? He should have known though, the question that followed of "What are those?" almost made the younger Uchiha choke on the ramen he had been about to swallow. Now with both eyebrows raised, he looked at his blond roommate curiously, his expression one of someone trying to figure a puzzle out. "Hmmm… You really don't know…?"

"I only have the basic knowledge of an eighteen year old, the knowledge packs contain stuff that you learn in school, not a lot on things you learn at home. Especially not agricultural knowledge, which would include those things…" … What…? 'So he basically doesn't know…' So sometimes he'd have to simplify whatever the heck the 'eighteen year old' said. Bah, Itachi had told Sasuke he'd have to teach him some things, cooking included, so what better way to teach someone then by telling them to taste it?

"Hnn," Sasuke said, seemingly agreeing with whatever Epsilon had stated. "Fine then, taste them." On hearing, the A.I. looked at Sasuke questioningly, only then realising that they were really close in proximity, the closest he'd been with the pale boy. His eyes were really obsidian, and his hair was really black, like the darkest dark there was of black. Sasuke's face looked as if it had been completely carved out of marble, out of ivory, whichever one was more incredible, his features were perfect; straight nose, thin [but not too thin] lips and an almost feminine jaw curve - though he somehow knew the Uchiha wouldn't like hearing the last comment. The blond broke out of his reverie, looking back at the whitish pink things, moving around to sit on the right of Sasuke on another stool, the Naruto's right in front of him now. He picked on up gingerly, fingering it around between his index and thumb, his blue-- no cerulean eyes wide with interest. Those eyes were definitely cerulean, just as Sasuke had thought. The black haired teenager watched as his blond counterpart popped one of those disgusting Naruto's into his mouth, his face remaining the same expression of curiosity, his jaw working slowly, back and forth, back and forth, until his eyes widened considerably and he swallowed, his head turning slowly to face Sasuke, who found his own eyes widening in response.

"What… Is this…?" The boy asked, eyes still wide, sprinkles of reflection from the kitchen light dancing elegantly across the blue iris. Sasuke continued to stare into the eyes, watching for when the next sparkle took place in those wide oceans of the A.I.'s eyes, wandering whether a picture would be able to capture the true essence of them. He, too, broke out of his reverie only moments later, looking down at the Naruto's and back again at his blond fellow.

He pointed to the offending [in his eyes] vegetables, one, lone, index finger that was skinny and bony [in his eyes] and incredibly pale, five slices remaining. "Those… Are called Naruto's." And immediately as he said it, Epsilon's face became a beam of happiness, his eyes still wide but now accompanied by flashing white teethes shown due to the incredibly large smile. "I guess you like them."

"Oh hell yes!" A.I.'s knew bad language? Interesting, that'd help make him more normal for when the pair where in public. Speaking of which…

"… You need a proper name…" Epsilon's smile was almost contagious, just like Minato's, but of course it didn't affect Sasuke in any way. For a split second, the smile faltered, the blue iris faded, the A.I.'s expression became blank, but almost instantly lodged back into place. For a split second, if any high ranking member of the Artificial Intelligence Research Lab had been there at that particular moment, they would have definitely sensed that something was amidst, but of course, Sasuke would never realise, didn't realise, didn't even notice since and he didn't have the profession or skills to notice, and years later, if anyone dared to blame him, he would have denied it to the last breath in his body.

Cerulean eyes widened even further, if that was possible, his smile turning from one of discovery to one of an idea. "Since we need a name, and I can't be called Epsilon or Epp-chan like Arashi-san calls me, then… How about Naruto?" It was the perfect idea, made absolute sense. People were named names that held meaning, right? That had something to do with the person, right? So Epsilon should be called something he liked, something that was memorable, even had meaning, because the meaning behind the Naruto's were that they were the first thing he had tasted ever since being… Well, turned 'on'. It was the perfect idea ever.--

--It was the dumbest idea ever. Naruto? That wasn't a name, a name was supposed to be something like Hugo, Daniel, Charlotte even. Heck, Sasuke would rather call Epsilon Yuki then Naruto. "Are you crazy, dobe?" He was expecting an answer, it wasn't a rhetorical question, but almost immediately after asking whether his personal assistant was crazy or not, he said one word that drove all of the joy straight out of Blondie's face.

"No."

"Oh come oooon, pleeeaseee? These are the first things I've ever tasted, there really tasty, really awesome, and I wanna be called Naruto!" The voice was whiny, annoying, desperate even. Sasuke shook his head strongly, getting up as if to finalise his decision. Epsilon, on the other hand, didn't like how things were turning out, and after it became apparent that begging wasn't going to work, the fact that this was his name they were arguing over became apparent. And he didn't like being called a dobe. "Well guess what?"

Sasuke, who had almost left the kitchen, stopped to turn around with an elegant raised eyebrow. "…What?"

The subconscious side of his brain kicked in, whispering 'Now to establish some ground rules,' that put a smug smirk on Epsilon's face. "This is my name, and I'll call myself whatever the damn thing I want to call myself."

Sasuke was mentally gaping, but of course he kept his demeanour about himself like usual on the outside. 'He can't seriously want to call himself after a freakin' vegetable!' he thought, his brain running through desperate means of trying to come up with a solution. 'He can't be serious!' But ooh no, the smug look and crossed arms showed that the A.I. was pretty damn serious, making Sasuke place a palm onto his forehead and sigh loudly to calm his nerves, leaning on the kitchen walls hazardously.

"Hnn… Fine, whatever. It's not that the worst name you could have."

He exhaled deeply, breathing in again to give his lungs the air it wanted. Epsilon's mood switched automatically back to the wide eyed wide grin [the W.E.W.G. for short, or Wewg, interesting abbreviation] that would have made any normal person feel as if they'd made the right decision. The Uchiha was scowling though, knowing full well that he would get a lecture, if not two, from more then just Itachi, of the name the A.I. had taken as his own. As long as it worked, it'd be fine, because although Naruto wasn't really a name, it was mightily better then the other names the Uchiha had come across. He felt tired, worn out, as if all the adrenaline that had been pumping around his body for the last five hours had disappeared. A glance to the clock signalled that it had just passed 1 am, a time in where he should have been fast asleep getting ready for the university day that was to start in only a couple of hours. Remembering again that 'Naruto' was to come with him, he exhaled deeply again, breathing in once more to refill his lungs. He saw 'Naruto' [he'll never get used to that] look at the clock, a small surprise registering onto his face at how fast time had gone by.

"Don't you have to go to school tomorrow, Sasuke?" At least he was going to be the only one having trouble calling the other, 'Naruto' seemed perfectly content addressing the Uchiha directly, with no suffix whatsoever. Good enough, although it'd bring many questions about if the A.I. called him that in class. Or public.

"We both have school tomorrow." He muttered, answering in reply, bringing yet another smile to splash itself across the blonde's tanned face. The newly named A.I. stuffed the remaining five Naruto's into his mouth, humming in happiness as the sweet taste hit his tongue, almost making Sasuke slightly cringe [though blue-eyes didn't notice]. He swallowed loudly, washing it down with a half a cup of water that Sasuke had been drinking [also almost making Sasuke slightly cringe], dumping both the cup and bowl into the sink for tomorrow.

"Then we should go to sleep!" His voice sounded light, musical, indicating that he was indeed happy at the prospect of a new day tomorrow, which would technically be a new day today due to the fact that it had already passed midnight. He'd noticed that the sink was full when he'd placed the bowl and cup in, so full that it looked overloaded, one dish dangerously balancing on the edge. Setting that particular dish on the table top next to the sink, Naruto [his new name, his new name!] made the mental note to clean them soon, and to do something about both Sasuke's door and carpet. Speaking of which, he really wanted to go back to his epic bedroom. And Sasuke really wanted to go back to his quite bedroom.

The two, with Sasuke in the front, left the kitchen, turning off the light as they headed into the hallway. Sasuke stopped at the second door, his bedroom, while Naruto moved on to the third, his bedroom. Sasuke, feeling awkward, wandered whether he was supposed to say "good night" or anything of the sort, having never said anything to anyone including family. With hand on the door knob, he turned to Naruto opening his mouth only to see that the blonde had already beat him to it. "See you in a couple of hours, Sasuke~!" Oh well, he nodded in agreement, watching the bright teen enter his room and close the door after him, turning his own knob to his own messy bedroom only to see that it… Wasn't… Dirty… At all…

'Did he do this…?' He walked in, closed the door behind him, only barely making note of the creak the door made. The room looked huge, his bed looked huge, and since when did he have a desk? Walking slowly, socked feet's making no noise on the visible carpet [no more trekking around piles of clothes], he reached the desk to see a CD Player, his laptop [which he thought he'd left back at the Uchiha House], some random sketchbook as well as his assignment papers he'd wanted to give in early but couldn't find and the some forms from the company to do with him agreeing to be the human of the third and final trial of the Artificial Intelligence Research. On his bed were his iPods, both of them, the first one was black, had it since he was twelve, thought he'd lost it on the first day he moved into the apartment. The second was an orange one, bought in retaliation for having lost the first one. It was orange because he'd forgotten to specify which colour he wanted when he'd ordered it online - or so the shop says - even though he was sure, and remembered, that he had specifically asked for a black one. Next to the iPods was his blackberry, black in colour [the irony~], he usually used it when he went on offshore travels because Itachi always wanted to have contact with him, plus whenever he was bored he could log on into the internet. But what really made his day was that next to his iPods and blackberry was his credit card. Oh god, it was his credit card, one he'd been sure he'd lost. He had even taken the drastic measure of calling the bank and having them nullify it.

Oh well, it was his fault for losing it.

Now Sasuke found himself on his bed, in between the sheets, covered by pillows he never knew he had. The bed slinked under his weight, as if he were lying on top of dark red clouds, the pillows absolutely what his head needed. It didn't take long for the brother of Itachi named Sasuke to go to sleep, but right before he could black-out a stray thought came floating to the top of his mind;

Do A.I.'s sleep?

Next Time: Out of all the girls Naruto had first seen, the dark blue haired girl [who looked really shy] and the brunette [who was busy talking to the clear eyed guy] didn't seem too occupied with Sasuke, but the other girls were practically staring, even more, they seemed to be drooling at maximised obsession for the obsidian-eyed Uchiha. But what scared the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy even further was the constant, watchful eye of the silver-haired teacher who stood behind his desk facing the class.

Because, by god, none of the knowledge packs Naruto had included anything on how to deal with gay superiors.

D:

Kamaboko[1] is a variety of Japanese processed seafood product, basically the main thing where the little naruto's come in ramens. The spiky thing with the pink swirl, the one you see in the anime! D:

Other then that, nothing else to say. Other then I hate sand. But I wuv reviews. And I really liked this chapter. 3

Look forward to chapter 5! And to all the reviewers, thank you so much! z-Maddness-z; ooh, I knew what 'Ai' meant but didn't realise. Touche~ 3 MusetteVigeeLebrun; I couldn't very well call him anything but Naruto, could I? X'D AND THANK YOU EVERYONE ELSE! 3

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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.