AN: just some background info. Imperial College London is ranked #6 in the world #1 is Cambridge. (Could have changed or the site was wrong but this is what I'm going with) In this fic the #1 in the world is the University of Mito. Which I came up with; unless it is real…oh and when Naruto went to school he had to dye his hair black because of things that I will mention (in) later (chapters).

The assistant stood outside his boss' door fearing the reception his message would receive. His hand was positioned and ready to knock, but he couldn't bring himself to connect his knuckles to the wood.

"Jeremy, please do come in and stop loitering about." Damn. His boss must have seen his shadow coming into the room from the hallway. Trying to gather up some courage, he reached out and grabbed hold of the brass knob and turned, pushing the door inward as he did so.

He entered the navy blue and burgundy office, a very gloomy color scheme in his opinion; only to have his eyes focus on the only bright thing in the room: his boss.

His boss. Age 35, almost 36, and the head of the math department at the Imperial College in London. He had spikey golden blonde hair that never seemed to be neat and sharp summer sky blue eyes and a pale complexion, which really wasn't all that odd for London inhabitants. His facial structure shouted out nobility and for the life of him, he could not figure out how Nathan Nore was his boss. There should be a rule out there about how smart you are and how good-looking you are. Someone as smart as Nathan shouldn't be as gorgeous as he was.

"I don't remember the mail being all that scary Mr. Churchill." Bugger. I should have just dropped the cursed envelope and ran.

"It's not Mr. Nore." Casting my eyes down, he ignored the eyes burning into the side of his head. He can feel his boss' curiosity and his annoyance; Nathan knew he was dancing around the subject.

"Then pray tell, what is?" Why was it so hot in this damn office? His eyes shifted around, looking for an exit. He felt like prey, and his boss was a hungry lion. He needed to escape.

"Uh, well…" Fumbling, he reached under his arm for the mail, barely hearing his boss say something along the lines of "Articulate, Churchill." Mumbling out a quick apology, he flung the mail on the table next to his boss' folded hand and ran out the door like a bat out of hell.

"Yes, please leave my office running Mr. Churchill." He said to the empty room. Sighing, he pushed himself up and out of the comfy leather chair so he could close the door his assistant left open. Incompetent help. Scared of a bloody envelope for god's sake…

Sighing once more, he lowered himself into his chair and began to shift through the various envelopes.

Raise requests, student transfer requests, letter from Mito U, offering a job…more raise requests…wait what?

His hands quickly found the discarded envelope. There, written in neat kanji and hiragana was his old name: Naruto Namikaze and right under it in English was his current name. He felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him remembering the good times with Fugaku.

But then it all came crashing down. Someone found him. And when Fugaku got his hands on him…when he finds out…fuck. He didn't think he left any trails all those years ago, but apparently he was wrong. Wanting to know who found him, he looked at the sender and saw Chisa Uchiha; his high school principal had found him. Damn.

Bemoaning his loss of a peaceful life, he squashed the little part of him that was rejoicing in the fact that they still cared about him. He thought he lost them all.

Opening the letter was easier said than done, he chickened out every time the letter opener got close to the sealed flap. In the end he gave up and decided that he could glare a hole into it and it would burst into flames and he wouldn't have to deal with this shit. Not now, not ever.

He didn't realize how long he sat there until one of his students tentatively knocked on his door. "Mr. Nore? Are you okay? You missed our one o'clock lecture." One o'clock? He got the letter at eight in the morning. He missed his lunch with the dean and all his classes all because of this stupid letter! He just knew that when Tsunade decided to come find him she'd rip him a new one. It seemed that today was just not his day.

Once he assured his student that he was okay and that yes, he was positive he was fine; he rubbed his face and braced himself for Tsunade. It was around the time the old drunk would wake up from her nap.

"Naaaattthhhaaaannnn!" Sure enough, there she was. He watched as his door went flying open, denting his navy blue walls, chipping the paint. Damn woman.

"Where the hell were you?" The busty blonde screamed.

"Tsunade, Tsunade!" yelling over her rants, he was happy to get her to shut up. "Tsunade, I'm sorry but something came up. Here, look at this." He handed over his letter to her.

She stared at it for a long time, trying to make out the characters. "Brat you forget I don't read or speak Japanese!" So he did. It was her name really, so misleading. Cocking his head to the side in acknowledgement, he gestured to the seat across from him.

He watched as she sat down, her brown eyes still angry. "So, what does it say?" Instead of answering, he just scratched the back of his head and gave an embarrassed smile.

"You didn't even open it did you?" Her eyes narrowed.

He turned his face to the side, looking at the picture of him and Itachi. "…No." did he sound afraid? Was it wrong to be afraid of his past and a more pressing fear, of Tsunade and her violent tendencies?

Bam! Startled, his eyes sought out where the noise had came from and found his eyes drawn to his desk, and Tsunade's fist on top of it.

"Trying to steal my best teacher are they? Snooty little Mito with there high and mighty attitude; 'we're the best in the world, blah, blah, blah, we're so narcissistic, oh, look at us, blah, blah, bl- bloody fucking-ah." Seems Tsunade needed a longer nap if she was still this drunk. Why couldn't she have come when she was more sober?

This just was not his day.

"Well?" She leveled a glare at him.

"What?" please don't say open it; please don't say it.

"Well aren't you gonna open it?" Damn the gods to hell.

"Sure." No, he didn't want to. Isn't there another option? Like glaring a hole until it bursts into flame? He had a good start, was the paper a little black on the corner? No? Damn. Sentenced to his fate, he opened the letter with the discarded opener.

"So, what does it say?" didn't the woman know he actually had to of have time to read the letter to know what it said?

"Give me a second to actually read the letter, troublesome woman." Oh look, there's Tsunade's fist flying past his head. Good thing he dodged.

"Fine, actually read it. Brat." She always had to have last say didn't she?

It took him awhile to read the letter; it has been years since he actually read his native tongue.

Naruto,

I know you don't want to be found but Mito needs someone to teach Abstract Algebra and a few other math courses. Of course along with the pay and board you will also get a 'scholarship' and access and administration to any course you wish to take. I seem to remember you loving to learn knew things.

Of course if you just ignore this letter or don't even open it, I will be forced to take…drastic measures to get you here and that does include Fugaku. Right know he thinks you have been dead for years or something to him that must seem far worse than you being dead.

Understand your options and choose carefully like the Uchiha you are.

From one Uchiha to the other,

Chisa Uchiha.

Right under Chisa's letter was a one-way ticket to Japan and the request for him to come work at Mito. And under that, the necessary papers needed to be signed.

Tap. Tap. Tap. "Well? What do those bastards want?" her fingers continued to tap.

"Kuso." Did he just say that out loud? Who cares, he's about to die anyway. No way Tsunade would willingly let him leave. "Bloody hell Tsunade, I gotta start packing." And with that, he set the letter down and walked out his office, all the while ignoring Tsunade's screams for him to come back (And the few knick knacks thrown at his head).

"Nathan! Come back here damn it!" she picked up the letter, "GOD DAMN IT! Come back here and tell me what is so horrible and what the bloody letter says! Nathan! If you walk out this building you're fired! You here me? No more job, no more money, FIRED!" but he was already outside the building and heading towards the teacher's lot.

It really wasn't his day.

Kuso means shit.(or something like that according to my three-sie friend)

Sorry it's so short. but maybe if you review the next chapter will be longer? i don't know, just a suggestion. until next time. adios mi amigos!