Allright, here I go again! This chapter might not be written as well as the Prologue; seeing as I only had two hours free to write this chapter; and I hadn't planned it before hand. But, what's life without a little gamble, huh? This story is meant to be written in Naruto's POV, first person/second person, with a few flashes from the other peoples view- but seeing as this chapter has no Naruto... This chapter contains the pairing vote-

-First and most important-

NaruSasu or SasuNaru

Should there be anyone else the main characters are paired with?

Such as a side pairing like;

ItaSasu
NaruSaku

SakuSasu
E.t.c?
Side pairing suggestions?
Such as-

ShikaTem
KibaHina
ChoujiIno
SakuIno
SakuHina
NejiGaara

Of youth and Uchiha

Ch1 .

" Uchiha. I didn't drive us all the way out into a place like this for you to dawdle and stare at every prostitute you see."
The 'this' was punctuated by an exaggerated shudder on the darkly clothed mans, no, boys; behalf. Pale; white skin, eerie yet sensual pale violet eyes, and long black hair tied back with a grey hair tie; yes, Hyuuga Neji was a sight to behold, even when cringing with distaste over his less then favourable surroundings. But then again, he had agreed to show his closest friend where he went every Monday night; though now he was regretting every moment of it. The so-named Uchiha was currently glancing around with an increasing disgust for the street walkers and their clientele; and if he didn't find some way to prevent his usually quick to criticize companion from expressing his most probably negative opinion, the already hassled Hyuuga would find himself with a miniture mob on his hands. Talking with uncharacteristic volume, he started to spew out information on just where they were going as he steered the black haired heir down the dirt covered grimy sidewalks.
" Now, don't go down that alleyway; peddlers; and avoid turning right at this intersection; that's where the prostitutes with STD's usually place themselves- " And so he kept talking, ignoring the fact the Uchiha had already opened his mouth several times in an attempt to request just why he needed to know this stuff, where exactly they were going, how Neji could stand a place full of filth like this; and what Neji was doing knowing all this stuff anyways. Stopping infront of a large, brick building, he was finally permitted the chance to ask all the questions that had been plagueing his mind; but was too busy gaping at the sign above head. Konoha, it stated in bold letters, and under that, the royal host and whore society. This was where Neji had been going every Monday? Neji watched with brief amusement as the other boy turned on his heel to march away- and caught the cuff of his dark blue Uchiha blouse, pulling him with him as he entered into the frighteningly colored lobby. Almost immediately, a young man with a bowl cut of dark hair ran up and literally attempted to choke Neji to death. Well, at least, that's what it looked like to any bystander.

" NEJI SAN, my YOUTHFUL friend!" Twitching at the boys loud demeanor; though he should be used to it by now; he tugged the 'attackers' arms off from around his neck one handedly, making sure to keep a firm hold on his companions arm as he did so. Heaving a sigh, " Lee, is it possible, perhaps, to talk in a quieter tone?"

" But then no youthful deaf costumers would be able to hear me! YOSH! That would be HORRIBLE!"
" Yes. 'Horrible.'" Muttered the Hyuuga's companion, voice cold and irritated. This statement alerted Lee to the violet eyed boys friend; and he perked up, black eyes bright; if this was possible; with enthusiasm as he began to cling to the Uchiha with a certain vigor, grinning up at him with white, sparkling teeth, which caused even the most accustomed to cringe in their presence.

"This is Uchiha Sasuke. Uchiha Sasuke; Rock Lee."

Lee glanced from Neji to his friend to Neji again, and then exclaimed; fortunately, in a normal tone of voice this time;

" Neji san! Is this your youthful lover?"

Uchiha Sasuke was up to his neck with complaints, disgust, anger, and mortification. He'd merely asked his acquantance, Hyuuga Neji, where he went every Monday night; seeing as he often had to stay in, that night, to avoid being mobbed by overly friendly receptionists, etc; and though he was a self proclaimed antisocial, a little human contact a day really couldn't hurt any. Immediately after being asked that, Neji had demanded he pick his most drab outfit, and come with him on the next Monday he had free. Of course, that was every Monday; so he'd found himself sitting on his balcony four days later. Then his assosiate had shown up wearing little better then common rags; and he'd known something was up. The Hyuuga was just; if not more; socially and fashionly- may Itatchi haunt him if that was not a word; conscious as he was, and it made little to no sense whatsoever that he'd suddenly decided, after years of wearing only the best, that a second rate thrift shop was good enough for him. Next in the line of suspicions was when Neji began to drive towards the darkened end of town; instead of away as any sane man might do. This was getting progressively more and more confusing, as well; everything the long haired boy was doing was quite contrary to almost three quarters of what Sasuke knew about him. But the final straw was when Neji had parked- right outside of a sign that was labled; Sex for Drugs. What. The. Bloody. Hell. Not one to express any emotion other then cold amusement/ distantly veiled reproach; it was very startling for him to feel another, Un Uchihalike old emotion rise up; anger. This was most certainly a prank of some sort. It had to be; there was no other explanation for it. Hyuuga Neji had sunk to the level of a common man, and was playing some sort of hideous prank on him, which would most probably end with a few dozen TV camera's pointed at his face and a man shouting,
" You just got PUNKED!"
Yes. That was the perfect explanation for all this madness.

It must be.
However, the peculiarities continued;first, he began to talk in a loud voice about which areas of this horrible district to avoid;honestly, all he really would have had to say was; Ru n while you still can; and Sasuke would have wholeheartedly agreed. But no. Neji kept leading him further and further into the dim, gloomy surroundings; and he began to highly doubt his earlier theory that this was some sort of prank. After all; who would WANT to play out a prank in a place like this? Dispite that fact, his Uchiha pride clung desperately to his theory, and even went so far as to try to ask some questions to get his friend to admit I;- though the other pale boy was quite quick to cut them off. It suddenly seemed, however, that they had finally arrived at their destination, as Neji had suddenly come to a stop outside of….. he stared at the sign, just one look; and attempted to march away. However, that wonderful escape seemed not to be a choice of his as he found himself dragged unceremoniously inside of the walls.

And his eyes burned. His poor, poor Uchiha eyes. The fluorescent colors, the clashing pillows, the frighteningly crude décor;how anyone could stand even sitting in this place was beyond Sasuke. He inwardly cursed the fact he hadn't brought his usual hand sanitizer, and took the trouble of glancing towards Neji's handbag to wonder if there was perhaps any in there. It was at that very moment when a streak of green and black- much like the walls and carpet; ran in and attempted to maul the Hyuuga; and surprisingly enough, Neji still managed to keep a firm hand on Sasukes blouse. ER. Shirt. How he did it, he'd never know. Distantly tuning into the loud, almost eardrum breaking exclamations coming from the most probably diagnosed manic boy, he managed to catch the last statement; and snorted, muttering his own sarcastic contribution to the conversation.

Yet, he wasn't sure how THAT had managed to trigger the awful fate he was suffering at this moment; white teeth flashing, blinding his already wounded eyes; hands clinging around him, and an excited, loud voice, yelping in his ears. Was this molestation? … … … … Or was it some sort of punishment prescribed only by prostitutes…? Whichever it was, the terrifying being clinging to him wasn't his key concern- right now, his concern was what the one named Lee had somehow assumed. Now, Uchiha Sasuke had never questioned his orientation- he was asexual; and if not that; gay. True, he found women attractive; but in appearance only; he never found himself falling under an urge to touch them. Maybe to inch away; but never to inch forwards. Men, however; he'd questioned his asexuality often, seeing as he was mostly surrounded by attractive males in the days of his career- but had never actually thought to question it to the point where he gave into the random thought of a kiss; or even the briefest bit of flirting.

Uchiha's do NOT flirt.

Uchiha's do NOT feel attraction to anyone other then themselves.

Uchiha's do NOT drabble in relationships.

For that would ruin the perfect flawnessness of an Uchiha; and that was unacceptable.

So, when the green Lee had asked if he and his friend; he still found that word a little weird, to be honest; were lovers, it was his primary urge to let his jaw unhinge, eyes bulge, and shoulders slump with absolute and utter shock. But, of course; that was not Uchiha-like. So, instead, he gave the bowlcut-boy a hardened, icy glare of the coldest climates, and narrowed his eyes into slits, and tugged one arm away from Neji's hand in order to cross his arms in his number one 'I mean you mental harm' stance of doom. He nicknamed this glare; the Sharingan.

" No. The Hyuuga. And I. Are not lovers."

Such unfriendliness, Lee had never SEEN! And that glare; oh, that glare made him progress into a sort of shock that not even his best friend Neji san could keep him out. Giving him a once over, once more; he, Rock Lee, came to a decision. Uchiha Sasuke; was depressed. Emo. Whatever the word was for it. There was no other reason why he could have said the wonderful Neji was not his boyfriend in such evil tones. And Lee had sworn to himself; long ago- that he would go against all things depressed and emo. Because he was a bringer of YOUTH! Stumbling away from Sasuke, his eyes were wide, shocked, and dumb for a moment- before a burning determination filled them, so strong that Sasuke took a step back at the force of youth in them!
….. Then again, it might have also been the fact that Neji had begun to tug the Uchiha away. That could be it, also. His wonderful friend, Neji, heaved a sigh, then walked forward to place a hand on Lee's shoulder. What was this? Was Neji coming to aid him in his rant against all things sad? But no, instead, his dearest friend leaned over to murmer in his ear;

" Lee. If you even begin the rant against depression, I swear, you will be out of a job."

… Betrayal. And from a friend so close, too! Retracting within himself for a few seconds, he was suddenly back in his prime- flashing a bright, friendly grin, one hand on his hips as he whacked- er, pat- Neji in the back with a cheer of,
" YOSH! Never fear! I shall not speak a word of it!"

And thus the first chapter was saved.

Yeah, sorry about the randomness- I'm high on pocky, don't ya know! XD. I know my chapter isn't very good- but I tried, I tried. I'm just glad I managed to write ANYTHING in two hours, ya'know? XD. So, yeah. If anyone thinks my pitiful story is worth upkeeping, I need five-four reviews. Please vote!