Anyone else like how in this opening, Sasuke is the one associated with cherry blossoms? Usually it's the girl with pink hair. I'm also happy Sakura is no longer an incredibly useless character! Well then;
No excuse for my lateness my friends. I am a terrible person for this and I'm also giving you a relatively short chapter.
A note before we get started; no SasuSaku in the coming chapter. My bad on that, but I didn't plan the chapter well enough to do that. So I figured we delve into why Madara is here. I really love Madara, so I hope you all love him in this.
It was incredibly hot to be the middle of October. So hot in fact you could see the waves of heat off the pavement. Sweat dripped off the exhausted male in buckets, dehydration was the ever-present threat to him. Heat was not his best friend. Sasuke smoothed his wet hair back, shrugging his backpack closer to his sweat covered neck. It was so cold this morning, that's why he choose to walk to university, but a grand mistake it was. He checked his phone that said ninety-two. What fresh hell was this?
"Yo!"
Looking to the side of the street where his uncle sat in some small white car.
"Oji-San. What are you doing here?"
"Fugaku said you got out around this time so I figured we'd go to lunch. Get in, kid."
Sasuke gladly got in the cool car.
Madara was one of his favorite uncles, and let's face it, the kid had more than enough to choose from. Madara was the fun uncle in his eyes. What made Madara the fun uncle? He came to every game, school event, birthday, holiday and so on. He used to take Sasuke, Obito, Itachi, and Shisui out on Saturdays so their mothers could get away. But with Obito pushing a thousand and Itachi and Shisui not far behind them, Madara kept the tradition alive with just Sasuke. His other cousins were too young for Madara, ten and up was his policy.
Usually Madara called or text before his grand (always grand) appearance, out of the blue never worked with him.
"Where to?" Sasuke finally felt his body temperature lowering.
"To meet a friend!" Madara wore a creepy smile on his winkled face
"Who is-"
"No more questions nephew, you'll like them and that's all you need to know."
Maybe he finally found a girlfriend in that chick that was always around at family dinners. Kaguya was her name, he thought.
Really pretty if you like them old; blond hair to her ankles and seemingly white-eyes. Sasuke had never seen her smile he figured it was because she injected Botox countless times.
They got to a cafe one the young male recognized as the place Itachi gets his dango from. This better be worth the sweet scents assaulting his nasal cavity.
"My friend is not here yet, so we have some time to talk." The hostess showed them to a table away from most of the crowd.
"About?"
"School, your internship, soccer, family... the list is endless."
Sasuke chuckled. His uncle was not one for small talk. There was a reason he wanted to talk. "Out with it, Oji-San. What is it?"
Madara put his hands up in mock defeat laughing at being 'caught'. "Okay, you win, nephew. Always so perceptive." Sasuke frowned, casting a glance to his left.
"May I get you two anything?" The hostess Smiled warming more so at the younger male.
"Coffee black for him," his uncle smiled interrupting the girls staring, "and peppermint tea sweetened, iced for me." The girl huffed walking away to put in their orders.
"What if I didn't want black coffee?"
"You always want black coffee, son. Anyways. I want to talk to you about that pretty brunette that was rooting for you rather loudly."
"Oh." Sasuke went red, scratching his neck. "She's..."
"Ayame. The ramen shop owner's daughter. I know of her. Kakashi and I have had lunch there once."
"You hang out with my coach?"
"Often. Him and I are apart of the University's board. I see no reason to not speak to him."
"Ah. Well. She and I went to school together. She was two years above me though."
Madara smiled wide, creeping the boy out again. "Well, she must be special."
"Yeah... She sorta is I guess..."
"There's another..."
Sasuke's dark eyes went wide, looking towards the older man. He didn't, he couldn't possibly know about the goddess.
"I don't know who, but I had the pleasure of going to ramen when you said you we're going out. I figured that's where you'd be, but Ayame was there working and Naruto was nowhere in sight. You are a homebody, kid; I know when it's a girl."
Of course he would. Lovely, now Sasuke had to introduce the two else his uncle would blackmail him in the cruelest way. Madara was known for playing tricks and harassing others, not really in a bad way, more of an 'I'm going to embarrass you,' way. It was lighthearted no real threat coming from the jabs.
"Yeah, I just met her two weeks ago, nice girl."
"What is her name?"
"So you can do a background check?" Madara laughed shaking his head as the waitress gave them their drinks.
"No nephew, I will not."
Before Sasuke could mutter his reply, a slightly tanner hand touched his shoulder scaring him to his feet.
"Calm down there kid. I'm not gonna bite you." He laughed. It was sorta like looking in the mirror, but with less spikes. Izuna smiled widely, taking the shocked boy into an embrace. "It's been ages huh, nephew?" He looked like Madara, just a lot younger; he must be Itachi's age, maybe older. Sasuke didn't see his uncle's brother often for he travels the states. So this was the friend his uncle was so eager to see.
"Care for anything here, Ototo?"
"No thank you, I'm just happy to see my brother and his favorite nephew."
"Hello, Izuna. I didn't know you were in-state."
"Not many do, Madara was the only one who knew."
Sasuke nodded. "Our nephew here was about to tell me of the girl that stole his heart."
"Not steal technically..."
Izuna laughed the way his brother did, loud and full. "We'll have to meet this girl then. Is it the one at the ramen shop?"
Was he really that obvious?
"No, he met this one two weeks prior. I assume after the Kiri game Wednesday?"
"Before. She got into some trouble at the park, bailed her out."
Izuna put his hand on Sasuke's head ruffling his spikes, laughing. "Well look at our chivalric boy go!" Sasuke pouted in return.
"So what brings you home?" Madara jumped back in, voice a bit more serious.
"I can't just come home?" Izuna looked offended.
"No. I know you little brother. What is it?"
"Fine, fine. Fugaku told me about his step down. I came really to congratulate you. Maybe catch a soccer game, family dinner. I haven't done that since you were forty."
"I still am in my forty's you nit."
"Anyways," the younger rolled his eyes, "I was just homesick."
"And?"
"Uncle..." Sasuke chided.
"No he's very right. I met someone."
'Ha! I knew there was a reason!"
"Hush, you cad."
"Uncle that's great. Are you bringing her tomorrow?"
"I assumed I would. Your fathers house right?"
"Yes, sir."
Izuna smiled, standing from the table. "Well I'll see you two tomorrow. It'll be great seeing Itachi, Obito and Shisui again."
"You four better behave!"
"Up yours."
In many ways Izuna was like Obito, both having grown up together. They were both twenty-six and hyperactive. Him and Obito had a 'here and now' outlook on life, stubborn attitudes, and a horrible sense of time. You tell them six; they'll show up at seven thirty-four. All four could be a hurricane in the making. There was one time Mikoto had caught them with the sharpest knife in the house throwing it at one another, giving Shisui a gash that never healed properly on his right shoulder. Mikoto was livid yelling at them, rushing the three to the E.R while grounding them. Izuna also had a sharp tongue, learning that from Obito as well. Obito never censored any foul-mouthed comment. And like his brother, Izuna was beyond his years in intelligence skipping grades and even finishing college by sixteen. Itachi finished at twenty though, being lazy and taking a year off to go who knows where with his friends.
Sasuke was looking forward to dinner tomorrow. It will be the first time all of their family was together since Tajima-Sofu passed. And under lighter conditions, maybe he'd get to introduce the springtime girl to his family.
"We should get going, you have to work do you not?"
"Yeah. Thank you for talking me out."
"Of course. I'll drop you off at your parents home."
"Actually, my car is at Naruto's. He lives closer to the university and I happened to stay the night there."
"To his place then."
On any given Sunday, you'd go to the Uchiha manor and it'd be busy. Like when the family hosted a barbeque, there was an abundance of food and drink and activities. This time however, there was just family present. Sasuke being twenty-two could sit at the larger table his father sat head of. His mother usually sat at another outside with the other Uchiha females to watch the kids outside. He sat in between Itachi and Obito, how were currently arguing with Shisui and Izuna about politics. Politics bored the youngest at the table. Sasuke just settled with listening and drinking his beer.
"So, Sasuke. How is the interning?" One of his many uncles asked after breaking the foursome up.
"Great. I actually start working on the pay roll in November." Nods and mummers of commemorations swirled about the large dinning hall.
"And how is soccer? Do you see a future in that as well?"
"He is very proud of his medical work, soccer is just a hobby." Fugaku interrupted as usual. Sasuke felt no need telling the family of lawyers, doctors and businessmen he actually wanted to play full time, college was just a fall back. Itachi and Madara were the only ones who knew inside the family.
"Ah, yes. Well you'll be a prestigious doctor, son." Itachi snickered, Sasuke elbowed him.
"So Itachi, how's the youngest attorney title getting along?"
Let's see, Itachi quit his job a week ago under the claim it was too corrupt of a practice. So how he'll play that off would be to Sasuke's delight.
"I quit. The firm did not meet my needs. I am going into the police force as their attorney."
Well isn't that convenient.
"News to me. But not unwelcomed. Congratulations, son." Fugaku nodded.
"Sneaky little-"
"Quiet Ototo. I'll murder you if you continue."
"I loath you."
"The love is mutual."
"Sir," one of the many helpers Mikoto had stood in the doorway. "A miss Emi is here on behalf of mister Izuna."
Izuna found a really pretty brunette with gold eyes to share with the family, instantly being questioned. Sasuke thought she was young, too young to marry, but his uncle was happy. After the roar died down, Izuna announced their wedding date and all who would be in his groom's party. Drinks were poured and laughter in abundance.
Sasuke hardly noticed his uncle had left the room to the front door.
Outside the house, Madara lit a cigar sipping on the bourbon his father loved so much.
"Looks like you might get more nieces and nephews."
"He, he. Funny boy."
Sasuke himself lit a cigarette keeping to beer.
"I am a bad influence."
"Very. Look at what you've done."
"I must ask you something."
"Hn?"
"Will you ever tell your father? About the soccer?"
Sasuke exhaled, sighing out the smoke. "No. If a team were to sign me, he'd have to find out that way. Not even mother knows."
"It's not my place, but you should tell them soon. I spoke with a scout at the Kiri game. He seems very interested. He was at the Oto game as well."
"I'll tell them when I tell them I took on smoking."
Madara laughed exhaling the smoke in his mouth. "Yes, silly boy. If you insist."
Back inside, Sasuke was directed to the basement where his many cousins played. Itachi, Shisui, Obito and Izuna looked to be planning something. When asked, they assured it was the bachelor party that Sasuke was invited to. Sasuke outright said 'fuck no.' He rather spend his time elsewhere without his drunken brother. Itachi got overly affectionate drunk, any woman would be lucky to be around so he's told.
So Sasuke would pass on that.
Sasuke sat with his niece who seemed to be by herself playing dolls. She was a lot quieter than the rest, light grey eyes half lidded as she brushed the dolls hair, long black locks tied into two pigtails.
"Hey Ame."
"Hi, Sasuke-San."
"What cha got there?"
"Miyu. My doll."
"She is very lovely." Sasuke always had a soft spot for children, hoping to have a daughter of his own one-day. He wouldn't mind a son, but with a daughter he could do cheesy things with and get away with it.
"Thank you. Would you like to know about her?"
"Of course." And so, Ame told him Miyu's favorite color, food, and clothing choice. Who needed an older brother when you could pretend to have a younger sister?
I really, really, really like Madara and Izuna. Also I like soft Sasuke. But I'm keener to first series Sasuke, the one who spoke regularly and didn't have bloodlust. Did you guys see the meme? Look up 'Fucks Kakashi gives' it is my favorite meme next to the comic of Naruto and Sasuke talking about Naruto's tails.
Oni no Oookami; Kick ass name btw. I don't think this was the chapter you were looking for but I need to build characters and what not. I believe the technical term for that is character development insert eyeroll here But glad you like the story! Your review was not in vane!
Yomora Love n Friendship; I really liked chapter seven. Like I could marry it. And I really like you. Are you a regular reader here? Your reviews are always insightful and warm. Please review again! I look forward to it