AN: *Flinches* Long time no see, huh? Sorry! I WAS supposed to finish the Kiyoshi story for this chapter, but my laptop just stopped working, so I can't go into my files for this story and Ashes to Ashes. All the finished chapters I have for them are stuck in my broken laptop. I'm using my mom's for the moment, and decided to do a story for Toshiro. He's VERY neglected, along with Hitomi.

Also, I'm working on a Drrrrr! fanfic. Not very popular, but I don't mind. I'm writing it for my piece of mind anyway. So yeah, I want to thank for ALL the reviews I got, even the newer, brash one XD. And I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please leave a review, if you'd like. I love me some feedback.

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The Timid Uchiha Genius

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"M-My name?" There he goes again, always panicking for no reason. "Um…"

Large, white eyes looked between the three people staring at him. One with identical and patient eyes, an annoyed pinked haired boy, and that one girl looking at him like he was a piece of spoiled meat. He was really scared right now.

Toshiro took a deep breath and forcible said, "U-U-Uchiha To-Toshiro." Embarrassed eyes sought out after his uncles to see if he did good. When Neji nodded, Toshiro let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"And what are you dreams for the future?"

"Eh?"

The young boy's cheeks turned red now that he realized that he had to speak again. Eyes turned to his uncle, Toshiro silently begged him to skip him. He felt like crying when Neji shook his head.

He closed his eyes and gulped. "U-Um…m-my dreams…" he flinched when he heard an impatient sigh coming from his pink haired friend, Minato. "I want to-to l-leave K-K-Konoha and become Mi-Mizukage." Gods, did he feel like dying right about now.

Minato began laughing, making the youngest Uchiha withdraw into himself. "Ha, what a stupid goal! As if that would ever happen!"

Please, kill him now.

"Besides," the greened eyed boy started again after calming down. After the tears—and ignoring the deadly glares coming from his new sensei and that psycho next to him—he wrapped an arm around his friend's neck. "Why would you want to leave Konoha? It's the best place in the world!"

Minato didn't press further when Toshiro didn't answer.

"Uzumaki," Neji turned the attention to the obnoxious boy, "state you name and goals for the future."

"Hehe. My name is Uzumaki Minato, son of Uzumaki Naruto, the Hokage, and Sakura, the world's greatest medic!" he exclaimed proudly. "My dream is to be like ojiisan when I grow up. I want to be strong and well liked by everyone!"

The red head beside him scoffed. "No, now that's a stupid dream."

Toshiro smiled at the angry blush forming on his friend's cheeks. "Hey!"

Rolling her eyes, the girl huffed and then turned her attention to her new sensei. "My name is Inuzuka Kasumi and my dream is to be part of the ANBU black ops, like my touchan."

"Inuzuka, huh?" Minato frowned. "Could of fooled me. Aren't you s'posed to have a deformed dog?"

"Tch. It's called a wolf, you idiot. And, yeah, I do!" Here, brown eyes became sad. "But she's sick."

Toshiro leaned forward to get a better look at her. He blinked. She looked far gentler than what her growl-like voice and scowl suggested. Despite not knowing her well enough, he did know who her parents were, since well…she looked a lot like both. But she looked more like her father than her mother, besides the hair. But her eye shaped reminded him of Karin-sensei when she wasn't constantly glaring at everything that walked by. Guess he knew where she got her attitude from.

Kaachan had said that Kiba had a very aggressive attitude when they were younger, but it was more like arrogance and egotism than being violent. Touchan, however, had said that Karin-sensei was a bit crazy and to stay away far from whatever offspring she produced. But, besides that feral grin, Kasumi looked harmless.

She looked…cute. The thought made him blush to no end.

Toshiro immediately gave his attention to Neji-sensei, who didn't help the situation by giving him a smug look.

"Alright," Neji's face became serious again. "Meet me by the front gates in an hour. Don't be late." And with that, he disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

Coughing, Minato waved the smoke away. "Could he have at least told us why?"

Toshiro knowingly shook his head. "Nope."

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The little Uchiha boy treaded carefully once he landed upon his family's estate. Walking towards his home, eyes scattering left to right, Toshiro gulped.

Why was he so nervous?

Oh, that's right: his father.

Never mind the fact that Uchiha Sasuke was well known to be overprotective to all his children, he took a step and beyond when it came towards his youngest child. Oh, Hitomi got a bruise during training? Sasuke taught her how to kill. Toshiro got a bruise during Neji-ji's traning? Go out and kill that fucker.

It's incredibly embarrassing that his own father is more protective with him than with his only baby girl, which is just sad and…and…annoying! If touchan were to find how many cuts and bruises he has on his body, not only would touchan kill Neji-ji, but he will kill Kasumi and Minato! Plus…he was beginning to like the brash girl, even if she is kind of crazy.

As he grew closer to the manor, Toshiro could sense only two Chakra signatures. He was no sensor, but he has enough chakra control to detect it, but not know who it was. He knew for sure that his mother wasn't at home, for she was doing a mission with Mizukage-sama. Neechan was with her teammates training, and Haji-nii obviously lives in Suna with his fiancé, so that definitely rules him out.

So it's either one of the twins, and tousan.

Or they were being attacked…again. He highly doubted it, but it was still probable, though who would be stupid enough to rob the manor of one of the most dishonorable, but powerful clans, in Konoha. One would think that the first few dead by Haji-nii's hands (since tousan was and still is threaten with execution should he lay a hand on a single Konoha citizen's head, and kaasan would face life imprisonment) people should know better than to mess with them.

Random people trying to kill him he can handle, but tousan scrutinizing all the bruises he has with subtle killer intent, and knowing he would more than likely confront his new sensei about his injuries—when Toshiro thinks "confront" he meant kill—wasn't something he wanted to deal with. So yeah, he would take a murderer over his own father anytime.

And yeah, he had expected kunai, shuriken, or maybe even poison to come flying towards him, but he was welcomed by the familiar garden scent that linger because of his mother's obsession with flowers. However, the usual, "Shiro's home," from one of his siblings was absent, and only silence lingered.

Though…there was something. Two people were in his house, and he heard…things. A bed. A bed squeaking to be exact and…moans? Whispers? The logical thing to do at this moment was to turn on his byakugan to see what the hell was going on, but he didn't because he didn't sense danger just…there was a bad feeling in the pit of his gut, but not the kind when he would sense, or see malicious intent. He was curious, actually, but not scared or threatened. And because of that, he quietly treaded up the stairs where the noises were coming from.

The more the distance began to shrink as he got to the second floor there were two things he realized. One: the noises were coming from Ken and Kiyoshi's room. Second: as the noises got louder, the more he realized that the voices sounded disturbing—and maybe he shouldn't be investigating this!

Crap, crapcrapcrap!

With a face brighter than a tomato, Toshiro, quick as a mouse, turned to run out of the house, but despite his amazing sense of direction and eyesight his boiling brain left him disoriented and overly flustered, and therefore…he crashed…into a wall.

The loud smack as well as his loud, "ooowww," made the voices coming from his brother's room to stop. And he began panicking.

The flight or run sense kicked, but his instinct chose to giggle at his expense since he was moving very slowly towards the staircase. Since he was incredibly smart and knew that any idiot could figure it out, Toshiro knew he was going to be discovered either way, so it wasn't much of a surprise to see the door fly open at such a speed that he felt surprise he didn't feel any kind of whiplash. But, gods, did he feel like going to blind after seeing who came out of the room…naked and all.

It was almost shameful that Kiyoshi-nii didn't bother to hide his…thing as he looked down at Toshiro with barely contain rage.

"What the hell. Are you doing here?"

Gods. Oh gods! This is not happening. Crapcrapcrap….I'm so dead—I'm so friggin' dead!

While panicking internally, Shiro merely swallowed the large lump in his throat rather loudly and diverted his eyes from his brother's…erect penis, to the equally annoyed brunette covering her body on his brother's bed. This only caused more blood to rush to his head and grew redder and redder within each second.

He barely heard Yoshi sigh. "Don't move a muscle."

What is happening? Why are they naked? No! That's a stupid question—you know why they're naked, but why are they naked…in this house…No! That was a stupid question too! They were having sex and I interrupted and nii-san is mad because he couldn't finish his problem and I saw his penis and that girl was naked and she had big breasts and looked stupid and and and…oh gods…I can't breathe!

He was hyperventilating. Yes. But he wasn't worried about that—no. His brother was having sex! It was weird and nasty and stupid and just plain dirty! Why? Why in this house in that bed thatuse to sleep in when he was younger whenever he had nightmares. Ah! Gods, Gods kill him now!

"Whoa, whoa, breathe, Shiro!"

Despite his absolute disgust at the moment, Toshiro ended up listening to his older brother. The larger hand rubbing his back brought comfort in him when it shouldn't have, but it did, because he needed the damn consoling because what the fuck!?

He also hadn't realized he had said that last thing out loud until Yoshi flicked his forehead and said, "Watch what you say." Despite the absolute shame, Toshiro looked up to meet his brother's obsidian eyes. Nii-san grinned sheepishly at the little boy's recoil. "She's gone, just so you know."

Shiro didn't say a word.

"And you don't need to worry about my," Kiyoshi cleared his throat, "problem…I took care of it."

"I think I'm going to puke," the younger Uchiha whispered mostly to himself.

His brother laughed. "Heh, there's no need for the exaggeration."

"B-b-b-but…I-I'm not!"

"Listen," Kiyoshi turned serious as he gripped his younger brother's shoulders into his bigger hands, "I'm sorry what you just saw. I'll make it up for you, but please don't tell anyone."

Toshiro already came up with an idea for what his could do, but what confused him most—and what snapped him out of his panic mode—was how desperate Yoshi sounded. He himself, Ken and Hitomi know that Yoshi is sexually active and could give a damn if the rest of his family found out.

But he wasn't called a genius for nothing. A few months ago, Kiyoshi had gone through one of the most traumatic experiences in his life, and had only gotten better just a month ago. Thanks to kaachan, touchan, and especially Seiko-san, he improved greatly…mentally, that is.

His conversation with his best friend is what had gotten Kiyoshi's head out of his ass. Also, since that day, the two have been acting really weird around each other. Again, Toshiro knows that both have serious feelings for each other, but they're just too stupid to admit it.

Which comes to the conclusion that his older brother knows that Shiro knows his feelings for Seiko-san and is pleading him not to tell her of this.

Toshiro sighed. "Why don't you just have sex with Seiko instead and not some random whore?"

Yoshi blanched. "W-what? Why would you say that?"

Instead of the earlier disgust, Toshiro now felt irritated. He scowled at his brother. "Niisan, I'm not stupid. I know you want to have sex with Seiko-san, and be with her, so I don't understand what's stopping you both."

Sighing almost sadly, Kiyoshi ruffles his brother's hair...much to Shiro's growing irritation. "It's…complicated."

"I still don't see why you screw other girls when you obviously like Seiko-san."

Toshiro gasped at the sharp flick his brother gave him on his cheek. "First of all, you little brat, don't say those words in front of me—" the younger brother almost called out his niisan's own problem with cursing, and how it's much worse than his, but chickened out—"Second of all, it's none of your fucking business."

"Whatever niisan."

"Tch." Kiyoshi frowned for a few seconds before smiling widely at Toshiro. He ruffles his brother's hair again before getting up. "I'm really tired right now—"

"I bet."

The older Uchiha ignored the comment. "So, tell me about your team later. I didn't get any sleep last night."

Toshiro refrained from making any biting insults, but instead goes back downstairs to go eat something or train or do anything that can wash away the horrible memory that is forever scarred into his mind.

Damn his niisan and his weakness for beautiful girls!

Five minutes later, while his ramen was heating up, someone had begun knocking on his door. Knowing that it wasn't his tousan—Toshiro didn't bother healing his wounds—the youngest Uchiha made his way towards the front entrance and opened the door.

His eyes widened in surprise. "Ka-Kasumi-san?"

The short girl stood in front of the door with a hand wrapped around her elbow as if she was protecting herself from something. Her brown eyes weren't looking at him, but were directed to the side at the small, narrow garden just outside his house. Her long red hair was swept over her left shoulder. She must have changed out of her clothes earlier and into short, black shorts and a white tank top, though blotches of dirt were still noticeable on her tan skin. He couldn't help but think how cute she looks at the moment.

"W-What a-a-are you doing here?" He really hoped she doesn't notice how red his face was.

Kasumi clears her throat. The hand that isn't wrapped around her elbow goes up to his eye level. She was holding his weapon's bag. Surprised, Toshiro went to check his waist for his holster and found it empty; he must have forgotten about it. Kasumi was kind enough to give back for him.

Embarrassed, he began playing with the hem of his shirt and gently took it from her hand. "T-Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

There were a few seconds of silence, one that seemed to torment Toshiro so. He really wanted to talk to her, but she's just so…confrontational. He should be used to it given that his siblings are just like that, if not worse, but she's different. He doesn't know her, or how to avoid pushing her buttons like he does with Hitomi, Ken and Kiyoshi. The one thing he noticed about her from training earlier, Inuzuka Kasumi is one violent girl.

With a front tough as steel, and a strong right hook to go along with it, Kasumi is just not the person to come up and say, "Hi" all casual like. Not only would the girl look at you like you were crazy, but she would more than likely bluntly spout out an insult that could unintentionally hurt you, or hate her for life. Minato is the latter, and that pink-haired weirdo, despite how obnoxious he is, has got to be one of the nicest people Toshiro has ever met.

Kasumi on the other hand…

Despite her tough exterior, he really likes her and wants to be friends with her. But she's scary, and Toshiro is easily intimidated. But…she looks lonely.

"Um…" The twelve year old boy cleared his throat. "W-Would you…l-like to come inside?"

He kept his face down in fear of rejection.

"I want to…"

His face raises, confidence boosting.

"But I can't."

"Oh." And just like that, what little confidence he had when down the toilet.

His hand occupied themselves by playing with the string of his weapon bag. Fidgeting helps him. It makes the burn sting a little less. He was twisting and twisting to the point that his fingers began turning white.

"But…can I come by tomorrow after training?" That got his attention.

White eyes locked onto brown, noticing the nervous twitch of her brow and the small grin she has plastered on her face. It made his heart skip a beat, though he wasn't certain why. She looks vulnerable, maybe that's it?

He nodded, not trusting his voice to answer her directly.

Her shoulders sag a bit, as if weight had just been taken off. "Thanks. My baachan and kaachan constantly fight and touchan is the only one that can stop them, but he's away on a mission." She smirks. "Besides, you're weird and sweet. I feel comfortable around you."

He almost choked on his spit, but he controlled himself because he's an Uchiha, and Uchiha men aren't supposed to be swayed by a girl.

"I'm getting Aka from the vet today, so can we see you tomorrow, hm?"

Again, he nodded.

Her feral smirk turned into a genuine grin. "Great! See you tomorrow!" She waves and runs off.

It took five minutes to get his bearings before entering his house. It took two minutes to notices that his ramen is still heating up, so he turned off the stove. It took ten minutes before Toshiro could come up with a coherent thought.

Why do I feel so nervous?

Girls are weird; it's the fact of life. Ever since he went to the academy, to his graduation, and even now, girls constantly followed him and gave him presents and told him how they will marry him in the future. Others call his shyness super-duper kawaii, and some even ask if any of his brothers were free! He has never felt anything for the female species except for fear and caution.

But he liked being around Kasumi. During training, despite how rough she was with him, both in combat and in words, she never looked down on him because of his personality. She never undermined him, or patronize him like most people do, especially girls, because of how he acts. Many seem to forget that he is above genius level and could easily kill someone with little struggle. Hell, he's practically surpassed his oldest brother, Hajime, but it's his meekness that makes people second guess his abilities.

He couldn't help how shy he is, that's just who he is!

Kasumi didn't do that once and had given her all. But in the end, he had let her win. She was pissed, but didn't say anything. It's just that…kaasan had said to never disrespect a girl, and he assumed beating them in a spar counts as that.

But…he feels so weird around her.

Toshiro sighs and begins picking at his warm ramen. "Whatever."

He takes a bite of his ramen, stopping once he noticed Ken staring at him with an evil glint in his eyes. Toshiro looked ridiculous, he could tell. Ramen noodles hanging out his mouth, white eyes large and chopsticks stuck in midair—Ken-nii just took him by surprise.

Once finished swallowing the noodles, the young Uchiha wiped his mouth with his long, blue sleeve. "When did you get here?"

Ken shrugged. "A few minutes ago." His usually stone-like tone was replaced with something akin to mischief.

That was weird.

Toshiro narrowed his eyes. "How long have you been staring at me?"

Another shrug. "A few minutes ago."

"Niisan!" He says, agitated.

Ken smirked, making his eyes wrinkle in response. "I saw that Inuzuka girl."

The younger brother immediately blushed. "W-What about her?"

"She looked happy, and you know, since I sometimes work with Kiba, I see her sometimes. And…" at this Ken tapped his finger against the table. "She's always grumpy. So, it was strange seeing her like that, and when I asked her what's wrong she said you allowed to her come over tomorrow…with her mutt."

Toshiro tried very hard not to look away from his brother's eyes. He shrugged. "So?"

Ken raised an eyebrow…the scarred one. He used his scarred face to his advantage; his face is his own interrogation tactic. "So? You never do anything without our parent's consent. What makes her so special?"

"She's a friend."

Shiro bit the inside of his cheek when his brother tapped his forehead. "Otouto, you don't even let that Uzumaki brat here without asking tousan first, and he's your best friend."

Okay, now he was getting irritated. "So?"

With playfulness almost foreign on Ken's face, the older brother placed his chin on his intertwined hands and leans closer to his little brother. "I think…you have a girlfriend."

Toshiro jumps up from his seat, chopsticks raised towards his brother's marred face. "That-that's n-n-n-not t-t-true!"

Ken wasn't a bit intimidated by the younger's cute, blushing form. "Okay, but you do like her."

He was so flustered he couldn't make a coherent response.

After a few minutes of, "I d-d-don't! W-W-W-We d-don't!" He gave up and stalked towards his room.

"Toshiro likes a girl, Toshiro likes a girl, Toshiro likes a girl!" His brother mocked as he followed him up the stairs.

"S-S-Shut up!"

Even when he shut himself into his room, and tried to drown out Ken's annoying mockery, the blush on his face never did disappear. But despite the absolute resentment he has for Ken, he's really excited for tomorrow.

Now all he has to do is get revenge on his two big brothers…those bastards.

AN: Also, if you're a Drrrr! fan, do you mind leaving feedback on my fanfic? I really don't mind if it doesn't get a shit load of reviews, I just want to see if the style is good or bad, or if the writing itself it good enough so I can use it for newer fics.