A/N: Alright, another chapter. ^^ Read as usual. However, there is a very brief flashback in this chapter. I know, for all you haters of flashbacks (it's alright, I'm one of them as well) I made this very short for you. It is important though, so don't skip it like I would have.

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Yah, go away and read now. Also, I won't be uploading tomorrow, I'll be gone the entire day. -field-trip for school, I'm so excited! Though, the downer is waking up at 3:30 AM..yah, AM. We don't get back until 11-ish at night. So yah, I'll be missing an entire day. See you on Saturday, I guess. LOL.

Full Summery:

The Four Aristocrats, known rulers of Konoha Elite – school for the bright and rich. The band made up of Sasuke Uchiha – son of profound Fugaku Uchiha and heir to the Uchiha Corporation; Neji Hyuuga – nephew of Hiashi Hyuuga and in line for the head of the Hyuuga INC; Gaara Sabaku – already head of the Sabaku Enterprise; and Shikamaru Nara – only successor to the Nara Association.

Naruto Uzumaki, young at the age of 16, but already a senior in high school enters the school of his dreams along with his foster-sister Ino. The adorable, cute, hilarious blond is without a doubt a great attraction to all of the men in Konoha Elite. Yet, upon catching the eyes of the three largest beneficiaries will definitely cause a few problems. Who will win the heart of the blond? And will Naru-chan be able to ward off the evils of fame and prices it comes with?

Contains Yaoi and pairings: SasuNaru, NejiGaara, ItaDei, ShikaIno, and KakaIru

Happy Reading! ^.^

Disclaimer: As you should know by now, I don't own Naruto. As BHIris, my plans of a reality TV show has failed, so everything is momentarily paused. So the disclaimers will be terribly brief, but likewise, I hope the plot will aspire you to leave any comments. Please?

Chapter Eleven

"Goddammit, I would have liked to keep the nice sensation of feeling my fucking arms, Kyuubi!"

The foxy blond grinned brightly, as the blue-tinted man rubbed the said body part excessively.

"Man, Mizu-kun, have you been slacking? I don't remember ever beating you this quickly."

Mizuakuma growled, balling his fists so that his wiry muscles bulged out. Although he had strength and muscle backing him up, the blonde's speed and agility always got in his way.

Deidara and Fujin were conversing lightly while overlooking the practice. The apparent plant-eater watched ever so silently, though occasionally calling out comments of improvement. The blue man and the tattooed man switched off every half an hour. Kyuubi was like a fucking machine, his energy never seeming to get used up. Maybe that's why he was always so bouncy happy-go-lucky all the damn time.

Fujin watched Kyuubi's movements, catching a glimpse at the purpling bruises up his arm when his sleeve rode up. She in turn questioned Deidara, who was seated next to her.

"Why does Kyuubi have those bruises up his arms? I can't possibly imagine anyone actually hurting him physically. He's too strong."

Deidara sighed, pushing his bang back for once as he did so. Here, everyone knew of his blind eye, so there was nothing to hide.

"Nah, he got into some sort of mock fight at school with one of his new buddies, un, and got into detention. Iruka was steaming pissed, but no drama's happened yet. He knows how much of a risk we're taking having both Ino and Naruto enter Konoha Elite."

Fujin was quiet for a moment before replying.

"Konoha Elite? As in the school for the famous kids and such?"

The blond confirmed it with a nod.

"That's the one. Why?"

She blinked once and turned away.

"Nothing of importance. So how was your job offer?"

Deidara began to explain, though paying extra attention on not slipping his tongue again and letting the name of the company slip.

Meanwhile, Zashoku had replaced Mizuakuma as Kyuubi's partner in training. Though the agile man was receiving much less bruises from the small boy, he wasn't completely safe. Naruto was like a power machine, who kept pushing and pushing himself to the limit. It wasn't too healthy, but it was the only way that actually made him feel alive.

[Time: Relapse to Lunch]

[Location: Stupid French Restaurant]

Sasuke was getting extremely irritated as his older brother gave no sign of notice. Itachi was daintily spooning his Verrines with the ever-so-famous cuillères spoon. Though inside, he could feel the agitation upon his younger sibling, he gave no heed since he was after all the devil in disguise…or perhaps just enjoyed torturing his foolish little brother.

Setting his spoon down as gently as he could, Sasuke's tongue lashed out.

"Itachi, I demand you tell me what the importance of this meal is."

Itachi smirked widely before setting his spoon down with a light cling, before clasping his hands together, elbows resting soundly against the glass table.

"Ah, is my otouto getting anxious?"

Sasuke glared at the smirking man, his eyebrow still dangerously twitching.

Itachi continued.

"Alright, I'll tell you. However, you may not tell Father anything that is said here. Understood?"

Sasuke nodded briefly, relaxing his hands on his lap.

The older raven held two fingers to his chin, his other hand absentmindedly folding the navy napkin in half.

"I presume you have heard of Anzen?"

Sasuke tilted his head in response.

"Of course. I'm sure everyone knows who they are by name. After all, the famous tailed fox Kyuubi is one of them."

Itachi nodded.

"That's right. Do you know where they were last spotted?"

"No."

"They were last spotted in Suna. That's only a few districts away from Konoha itself. Some of my network has informed me that the warehouse was abandoned when under suspicion. It's like Anzen has completely disappeared."

Sasuke's eyes froze as he caught on.

"You mean, you think they're in Konoha."

"Exactly."

Sasuke thought for a moment before his eyes narrowed.

"Why are you telling me this?"

Itachi leaned back, his face no longer holding any warmth. It seemed to be carved of ice. Nothing was to be good when Itachi was serious.

"You are old enough to not be kept in the dark. Father is convinced you are still a child. Are you not trying to convince him otherwise?"

Sasuke turned away, feeling his elder brother's eyes burning into his skin, but gave no answer.

Itachi turned away, momentarily looking out the small window next to him before sighing.

"Have you ever thought of Mother?"

There was a pause, before the sharp answer.

"Why?"

"Well, have you ever thought of how she died?"

The younger brother's eyes gave away his confusion. Itachi glanced into them before turning away again.

"Sasuke, I'm going to be straight forward with you. I know longer want to baby you any farther. You deserve to know the truth."

Sasuke turned to inspect the glass table, his finger tapping the hard surface lightly. Itachi paused before continuing.

"She did not die of sickness of any sort, she—"

"She was murdered wasn't she?"

Itachi was silent for a moment before nodding ever so slightly. Sasuke's hand clenched into a white fist, his knuckles seeming to pale. His voice was very constrained as he tried to hold onto his mask.

"Who was it?"

Itachi glanced away again, not wanting to meet his brother's dark eyes.

"Who do you think?"

Anzen. The silent name echoed like a thousand roars.

Both brothers were silent once more, neither touching their food. Each lost in his own world. One of sorrow and one of darkness. Yet neither could reach a hand to the other. The separation between them was far too large a gap.

Upon the realization of conduct, Sasuke soon left after the short discussion with his brother. It was not even 1 PM yet. Itachi stayed idly in his seat, staring out the glassy window, his eyes not seeing. The seat in front of him was empty, cold from the loss of heat. The only sign that anyone had ever sat there was the misplaced silver spoon that lay lazily upon the creased, navy napkin.

The weather was so sunny out, not out of the ordinary for a February day in Konoha. Yet, to Itachi it seemed like a mock. Mikoto's death day was in a week. The prequel to such a day was an outstanding jeer.

It had been beautiful the day she had died too.

The sun was glaring overhead, as young Itachi walked along the cemented path along the painted-green grass. A Barbie-white fence ran along the edge of the walkway, dividing the world of nature and the world of publicity. That dividing line that kept the two from mixing.

The young 10-year-old hummed along as he walked over the rolling hills, so close to home. The air was sweet, with the lingering smell of the countryside—fresh and open. Itachi loved it.

Across the bend would soon lay the ruin of an innocent mind.

Itachi continued to walk naively, his mind filled of 10-year-old thoughts, whom were not yet tainted by the darkness of the world. Even then, red bled into the cold earth, the tortured soul begging for release.

Across the bend, Itachi walked. Then stopped in mid-step, eyes widened in terror.

Yes, even then putrid red continued to morn. Continued to spread like a virus, contaminating the earth it sat on. The innocence of the child ended there. How cruel the earth was.

Mikoto used the last of her strength to raise the pale, quivering hand towards the eldest of her sons. Could she even recognize him as he did her? The eyes seemed to glaze while the words were still on her lips. Her chest blossomed red as the arm sank back into the dirt. Even in death, she was beautiful. The tear that escaped from her vacant eye slid down the cold cheek into the earth, just like a clear drop of blood.

Itachi may have stood for a millennia and still would have not noticed. Time seemed to still as he stood there, blinking but not comprehending as any other child would have done. Tears wallowed but would not fall. Only the silence seemed to drag on.

Broken only by the silent howl of the wind, which carried the despair with it, the young boy's lost innocent left. Now, there stood a shell of a child. One whom the very heart seemed to break. Yet, even then the tears would not fall. The angel shed a tear above him, her long hair wrapped around the invisible body, yearning to comfort, but unable to give.

The body had turned cold by the time the boy was revived from his sorrow. Even as he stumbled towards the pale shell of his mother, he could not touch her. Unable, restricted, like the unshed tears. Itachi turned to run home, where in the morning, his mother's body would no longer lay.

In its place would be the cruel mark of Anzen.

Although, Itachi could not recall much of that day, he remembered it had been beautiful. A picture-perfect day unfit for death. Alas, life was cruel. It always was.

The sun continued to mock.

Note: The name Anzen means 'safe/safety'...its rather ironic, but that's the name of Kyuubi's gang. You'll find out how Naruto and the others fit in later. After all, are they not in the gang that killed Mikoto?

Also, Naruto and Sasuke will have their encounter in the next chapter. I can't believe they haven't met yet, but I'm working on it! :D