I am sorry to those who actually anticipated the continuation for the story – a lot happened to me: had exams, moved with my family to live in another country, then moved on my own to, once again, another country to a uni. All in all with dozens of other unexpected and unpredicted events I am now here (regardless of where this 'here' might be). I know there are some grammar mistakes in the last chapter I hope I didn't leave any in this one.

Enough of my blabbering – enjoy!

Disclaimer: well, there is nothing much I can say really, not mine, however much I would want it…

The day has only began (Sasuke's POV)

The day had started fairly well if you didn't count the scorching sun that was the first thing that Sasuke felt that morning. The problem was, his window was set to the east and the sunshine in the mornings always woke him up earlier than preferred. Regardless, his holiday has started after getting rid of all the paperwork and examinations of the high school so he could put up with so much as a bright 'good-morning' wake-up call every day.

Making his way across the room to his closet Sasuke lethargically slid the doors open to reveal a mini room with lit up shelves and drawers. He never could figure out why the whole 'Christmas lighting' was needed in such a trivial place as a closet which was supposed to just store clothes, then again, he never did watch Sex and the City. What he did appreciate is that you could openly see all your garments instead of having to rummage through the piles of it. Being the neat freak he was he even organised the whole thing according to occasions, seasons, colours and whatever other matrix systems he could come up with. Any other normal person would have struggled with producing this idea, not talking about the keeping all that order part. So he leisurely strolled over to the section labelled 'Summer' and went through the category 'Work'. It wasn't as official as anyone would have thought it was, he worked as a lifeguard at a near lake, after all. Hence, it would have been more appropriate to make it a 'Beach' category but, as we'll come to know more about Sasuke, he liked to think of himself as overly business-like person (not that he actually was).

There were several options at his disposal: navy jeans, navy jean shorts, navy briefs, navy shoulder-free tank top (about four of them) and, oh my, what a surprise, navy sneakers and navy flip-flops. Correction: sandals, NOT flip-flops that just didn't sit well with his ego. How we've already established, navy is apparently his favourite colour, or at least the colour that completely overtook his clothes from 'Work' category in the 'Summer' section since it was 'Work' nonetheless, and navy just seemed more smart than any other colour (scratch out black – it's not a colour but rather the absence of it). Since he had such a wide variety of things to choose from the decision was extremely hard to make but just throw a bit of logic in here and the puzzle is solved. With the same agonizingly slow and fluid movements he extracted the hangers with his clothes and proceeded to dress himself as he was getting goose bumps all over his body (yes, mind you, he did sleep naked because it obstructed his movement otherwise), the air conditioner did its job well.

Upon exiting the 'closet', he stopped next to the small toiletries table (he was not a woman but it was still nice to take care of your appearance) and applied some hair elixir, a fancy name for oil stuffed with vitamins, to make his hair look smooth and shiny. Checking one last time in the mirror that he looked more than presentable he made his way to the kitchen.

"The colours seem to suit you surprisingly well today, dear" came the soft voice from over the counter. "Would you like some caviar with your toast?"

"You said the same thing yesterday, mum - I dress like this every time"- snicker from the direction of the table – "and no, thank you, I'll just have fresh orange juice."

"You'd think after mum says it each morning you'd be pretty annoyed with it to go buy some differently coloured clothes, otouto. " Itachi mused over his newspaper at the table motioning for his brother to come sit down with him.

"It can't be helped – too much to bother plus mum means it genuinely every time she says it, right mum?" was the half caring reply. Practically all of their breakfasts started with this talk. It was kind of a habit by now despite the fact it was only a fourth time.

"Of course, sweetheart! Here's your drink" she chuckled setting the glass in front of Sasuke on the table. The glass made a clacking sound upon connecting with the marble surface of the table just to be graciously lifted by lean fingers. Swirling the juice in his glass he took a sip tasting the bright orange liquid.

"Mum, you left the orange bits in", he half-heartedly accused his mother knowing full well that that's not something she could forget after making him breakfast for the past nineteen years.

"Be thankful she even made the effort of preparing it for you. You won't die if you have it this once." Was Itachi's snide comment. Since Mikoto was the only woman in this family, she was dearly loved by all of them: her both sons and her husband. Itachi's annoyance with this incident was partly because she was pregnant and would still insist on making them breakfast after what Sasuke had the decency to complain.

"Oh I'm sorry, Sasuke, I forgot to put my glasses on so I didn't notice any…" she was getting teary surprisingly fast so Sasuke walked up to her and hugged her carefully around the obviously round belly.

"Don't worry mum, it's nothing really, thank you for making it for me", was the quick soothing on his part to cover up for the slip. "You should go lie down for a bit, all the caring you do for a picky son like me takes much of your energy", kissing her on the forehead he helped her make her way to the bedroom.

The thought of having another sibling was sad, joyous, and exciting all at the same time. It would first mean that he would receive less of her attention. As childishly as that sounds, she was and would be the only woman in his life to care for him, so that makes the sad part of the emotions bundle associated with the increase in the number of family members. Joyous since she would finally have a small sunshine in her everyday life seeing how both of her sons seemingly turned out to be the picky pricks. Exciting since that would also mean less involvement with his private life, which was the ultimate win, making the former reason for sadness almost vanish from his list of expectations – were the thoughts lingering in his mind while returning to sit at the dining table.

"You upset her", was the stern remark from the other party. 'Thank you very much for stating the obvious, genius' was Sasuke's immediate thought. After fulfilling his responsibilities of a protective son and an all-knowing older brother by scolding Sasuke, Itachi lightened the atmosphere to a more welcoming one for a bit of chatter. He was a caring brother despite what you all might think.

"So, got anything to do today, little brother?" feigning remote disinterest Itachi started the conversation while flipping through the pages.

"You know pretty well that I have work, aniki."

"That doesn't mean I can't ask you about it, now can I?"

- silence followed by a flip of a page –

"Haven't seen your boyfriends around lately"

– another flip –

"Is it not going well?"

– yet another flip –

"Or have you set your mind on someone else?" Itachi raised his eyes to look at his brother playing with the orange bits in his glass.

"Wouldn't it be convenient for you if I did. I regret to inform you that, sadly enough, I am not planning on breaking up with Dei or Gaara for that matter any time soon."

"Your greed knows no bounds, otouto. That's good, it means that you are growing up in the best of Uchiha traditions to be possessive of their rightful belongings. Not that it would deter me from claiming the property rights of said belongings." Ending with a smirk Itachi turned back to flipping through the newspaper.

Sasuke snickered. It was an understanding that brothers would have a bit of a rivalry going on every now and then but aniki was on about this for a while now. He really couldn't figure out why though. Of course, both of his boyfriends were handsome and hot as the weather outside with a twist to each of them. And yes, it was bloody amazing having two boyfriends at the same time – the shows they put up exclusively for him in the privacy of his own place are something that would make any straight men's girlfriend jealous. On the other hand, it wasn't something Itachi couldn't acquire himself – Uchihas were known for producing gorgeous heirs so no problem in this aspect. He was also smart, more than smart (sting to Sasuke's ego here, he is admitting that, not openly, of course) and he could keep anyone entertained for god knows how long. Concluding, he had an eye-candy with a skilful mouth and a twisted mind for a brother (Sasuke will probably burn in hell for ever think about it in this way). So why then? There was always something more to it than Itachi let to be seen on the surface.

"Uchiha's greed knows no bounds, indeed. You sound as if you have something to offer me in exchange and you think it's worthy my attention to top it all off." It was always like that – crooked between them: little talking, lightning strategy thinking.

"Perhaps nothing of a big value, just a small distraction to spike your interest. Namely, the half-naked exhibitor who's been ogling in the direction of our windows with binoculars the entire morning for the past couple of days."

A loud crash could be heard, the sound coming from the outside. Itachi made a quick glance in the direction of the noise.

"Speaking of which, apparently, he is still devoted to his duty at the moment." Taking the last sip of his morning coffee he folded the newspaper and made his way out of the kitchen. "See you later, otouto. And don't be mean to him, he looks like a complete idiot already." Were the last words he shouted before the front door of the house closed shut.

"Now I have an idiot for a stalker. No, that sounds somehow distasteful, better an admirer who has completely fallen head over heels for me so that he lost all ability to function normally throughout the day. Now that's more appealing." With this in mind he stepped out onto the balcony only to be met with a graceful crouching position of his neighbour over a fallen rose pot, hence, the crashing sound.

Sasuke took a minute to ponder about the guy since he managed to catch even Itachi's attention. Well he would be lying if he said that the other was unattractive – even from the angle he could see him at this moment (having in mind the crouching position). He was quite well built, muscles dancing just under his skin as he moved plus he was tanned which was probably the outcome of long spying hours not that he was complaining. The blond hair spiking in every possible direction, though it seemed to be less of it on his head than when he had first seen the guy. Weird thoughts aside, he was pretty much something between Dei and Gaara which was a plus. Not a full blown attraction but enough to spike the interest, just as Itachi had pointed out.

"Careless as ever, are we now?" he just had to mock him – there was nothing better than adding up to the other's misery considering the fact that all the times they've talked he made sure to make rather awkward for the guy. And by the looks of it he succeeded in doing it again. The other's lips moved in a way that suggested him swearing which just added up to Sasuke's satisfaction.

"Good morning to you too. Just doing a little rearranging over here, you mind?" came a bit paused reply after setting the plant in place again.

"No, not at all, feel free." It was hilarious how he'd always come up with the most stupid replies as there was not much to rearrange on the balcony, namely only one pot. No one liked to have their self-esteem being hurt. On the other hand, his neighbour, by the looks of it, was so full of himself that it wouldn't hurt if he suffered every now and then. Plus Sasuke didn't strike hard with his insults, they were just petite bites. If he said he didn't remember the guy's name - now THAT would be devastating for the said neighbour (and it was true, he couldn't remember his name, didn't think it was worth remembering when he heard it anyway). "Taking a sunbath while at it, I suppose?"

"Right on spot! Maybe you are a genius after all", of course, flattery was nice but not in the context of sarcasm in his direction – it cannot be forgiven especially accompanied with a huge grin like that.

"Not likely, it's just you are so dumb that I look relatively much more intelligent." Now that's better. Apparently not good enough since the smile was still plastered on the other's face.

"Well, what a nice thing of you to say. Are you trying to imply that you would like to spend some time with me?" The guy's grin looked bordering on painful it got so much wider, at least it would be painful for Sasuke to produce such a mimic on his face no to mention that would scare anyone who'd see it. Also, the neighbour was recovering too quickly for Sasuke's taste and even advancing, trying to get the upper hand. He was trying, Sasuke could give him that much credit.

"I really do not understand your logic here but no, I was not. Have some work to do anyways." It looked as if the other's good mood faltered a bit but he didn't hesitate much on it. If anything, he countered with another well posed advance:

"Oh, my heart is shattered! Suit yourself, your loss really, but if you change your mind I will be happy to help you out getting a break from your work. I'd be at the lake just up the road a few miles from here." Neji would have said it was destined for them to spend the day together. However, Neji wasn't there and Sasuke didn't believe in that nonsense anyway. Quickly weighing cons and pros of going with the blond to the lake together, he opted for gracing the poor thing with his presence. Plus he was thinking of buying a motorbike so getting a ride to test the feeling of driving one on the road sounded like a good enough reason for Sasuke.

"What a surprise, in all truth I am going there for work. Since I'll be leaving in about an hour I'll meet you in the underground parking and we are going by your motorcycle since it's a pain to take my car." According to Sasuke, if he was going to agree to this, at least he was going to set the conditions. Being ordered around, however, did not discourage the guy. On the contrary, it seemed to momentarily brighten the blond's day making Sasuke feel even more smug if that was possible – even with all that enormous ego of his it was still nice to be wanted so openly.

Drowned in his thoughts, Sasuke only heard "Alright princess, see you later!" before the blond boy literally flew inside of his own house as if he'd just drank a pint of red bull. Smirking to himself Sasuke, too, went inside.

Now looking back at the situation, what exactly did he get himself into? A ride in a mountainous area along a sharply curved dual road on a motorcycle which will be driven by the biggest klutz he's ever been acquainted with. To put it simply: suicide. He did value his life, thank you very much, but at the time of actually making the decision he hasn't thought of all the implications involved, apparently. He had two options right now: either try to get out of the situation or go through with it. On the second thought, the guy must have been driving that thing for quite a while now (if Sasuke was at home he could hear a motorcycle driving off and coming back every day) so he, theoretically, should be pretty good at it. Even if the blond did get into an accident you couldn't tell since no damage could be made to the contents of his skull – he just had no brain. Sasuke might suffer if they crashed though: he liked being a smartass, however, 'smart' and 'brain damage' do not go together in one sentence with a positive meaning.

Sasuke's train of thought continued in this direction for another half hour as he monitored the traffic along the said road on his mac through live satellite video (yes, he had to resort to these measures). More like monitored the lack of traffic along the said road. That solved part of his problems, the other part was unpredictable – you never know when the person to whom you are clinging for dear life (not that he ever did, obviously, so obscene for you to even think about it) on the motorbike will decide that driving into a tree at the speed of 70miles per hour would be a fun thing to do. Not that the blond would even be able to gain such speed on that spiralling road.

All pessimism set aside, he had about ten minutes left before meeting the said disaster on two wheels. Right on cue, Sasuke heard the animalistic rumbling of the engine indicating that his 'carriage' had already arrived. Grabbing his stuff he wondered whether he should be taking something warm with him since it can get quite chilly in the evening and having to ride a motorcycle at that hour – Sasuke stopped dead in his tracks – another flaw in this whole situation: his only way back would be the blond boy (he would never take public transport and Itachi would be too lazy to bother coming for him). So now he had to make sure to carry his point across to the 'driver' just in case he decides to ditch Sasuke there without bringing him back.

Last asserting look to the mirror (loving yourself that much should be a crime) and Sasuke was off spiralling down the stairs, in a graceful manner, of course. He let his hand slide through his dark smooth strands before exiting outside being hit with a gush of hot air, too warm for his liking. Making his way towards the gate he could see the blond there, waiting for him to come. As he drew closer, he noticed that his neighbour was so transfixed by the wonders of technology called iPod that he didn't seem to be aware of Sasuke's presence. Taking his chances at being invisible he stopped about three feet away and to his amused satisfaction when the boy finally lifted his eyes he was so startled that he almost toppled over. Unfortunately, the 'toppling over' process didn't quite come to completion.

"Well took you long enough, Sasuke" the boy spoke while handing over the helmet to him which he took with a growing panic in his gut, none of it showed on the outside, as expected. He then made himself comfortable on the bike behind the boy holding onto him around his torso. If you want to be technically correct, it was more like Sasuke slithered his hands around the other's torso tightly pressing his palms to the taut abs feeling the skin and the shape of the muscles underneath it. He wasn't being unfaithful or anything, he just worried for his safety so it was in his best interest to make sure that if he would go flying from the motorcycle, he could use the guy as a safety cushion. Apparently all this 'check-up' made the other feel a tad bit uncomfortable (or so Sasuke thought) so he tried to voice his protest:

"If you…"

"Shut up and drive." Was the shutting-up line as Sasuke's voice made itself known in a rather husky tone for some mysterious reason.

"Aye aye ma'am!" came the indication of obedience from the blond but in the form far from Sasuke's liking. Almost as a reflex he delivered a punch to the guy's head only to be reminded by the pain in his knuckles what the helmets were made for. As they set off onto the road he took a notice to punch him in the stomach next time avoiding the possibility of hurting his knuckles again. The day promised to be entertaining as he would at least have something to feast his eyes upon while having to sit on the bloody lifeguard's throne.

Hope you liked it: any comments (good, bad, though don't be too strict, please) are highly appreciated and welcomed! ^^