Since this theme seems to be popular, I'm gonna write another chapter. Hope it meets if not exceeds the standard of the first one! And in case you didn't pay attention to the dates, this is about 12 years after the prologue.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of it's characters. Only my OCs and the story plot.
19th April 2032, San Fransisco, California
Sasuke Uchiha was a powerful man.
This was the thought that had crossed his mind as he sat in his office on the top floor of a 57 floor skyscraper.
The skyscraper happened to be the main building of an important company.
One of the richest companies in the world, the Uchiha Corporation was one of the leading medicinal drug manufacturing companies in the world. And it had further branched into other businesses as well.
And that was only what happened on the surface.
Needless to say, the head of said company would be very rich. And powerful.
And Sasuke Uchiha was indeed the head of said company.
Coupling his fortune with his drop dead gorgeous looks, he was much sought after by people all over the country. And the world.
Yes, suffice to justify, Sasuke Uchiha was definitely a powerful man.
And he had had a very bad day.
To start with, first thing in the morning, he had to forcibly remove the gaggle of reporters from the building.
Next came the long stream of appointments taken by incessant business with silly propositions and marketing schemes- he had ultimately rejected all of them.
His lunch break had been rudely interrupted by a certain blonde idiot crashing into his office with a large pile of unwanted administrative paper work.
And not to mention, his afternoon had been wasted sorting out the mess that had been caused in the marketing department by yet another idiot, this one an antisocial lunatic.
And he wanted nothing more than to recline in his chair and get some much needed sleep...
But, much to his chagrin, his work was far from finished.
Taking out his phone, he dialed the first number on his contact list. 'Naruto Uzumaki'.
"What is it, Teme?"
The blonde's obnoxious voice came out of the phone.
"Wrap things up over here. I need to go below."
He could almost hear the blonde's annoyance.
"Why can't I go instead?" He whined.
Sasuke sighed with exasperation "Because you don't know about everything down there. But I do."
"Well, you never tell me anything! How am I supposed to know?"
He brought a hand to his temples. At times like this, even a conversation with him was enough to bring on a headache. "Naruto, Just get your lazy ass over here."
He hung up, muttering, "Trust me, you don't want to know."
The Uchiha Corporation as a drug distributor was just a front. Below, the amount of activities which took place in the basement which spanned 50 acres of land and 52 floors, were innumerable, some legal, and some not.
Experimentation and development did not at all adhere to the limitations of medicinal drugs. The human test subjects were not legally obtained, and many of the discoveries put into use there were not even known to the outside world. There was a greater objective at the root...but that wasn't even known to the majority of the workers. Sasuke was the head of the Uchiha Corporation. He was also the head of the criminal network as well. A well hidden mastermind, nobody would ever trace it back to him.
Naruto knew the on the surface operations of the underground layout. He wasn't openly aware of the illegal aspect of those activities. Not that it would make a difference. His loyalties were undivided and would remain that way irrespective of the nature of the activities Sasuke was involved in.
Sighing, he gave up on waiting for Naruto, he would come along eventually.
He walked to the closest elevator, punching in the user specific password which activated a facial scan of the user, which then opened a panel which revealed the floor map of the basement floors. He pressed the button for his destination floor- 51.
The second last floor, it contained the holding cells.
He walked to the last door in the corridor which the elevator opened into, and completed the numerous security procedures and identifications.
A guard arrived to escort him through the door, into a series of corridors, eventually leading to a steel door.
The numbers above the door read '015'. Nothing of particular significance, but what the casual observer wouldn't have known was that the door, like all the other doors on that floor, was so well guarded that even the slightest sign of a forced opening would floor the chambers with a highly neurotoxic gas within the chamber, while a high voltage electrical circuit would electrocute anyone who touched the floor of the corridor, walls, ceiling and any part of the room within.
Bypassing the security, he dismissed the guard and walked in.
The room was fairly well lit and hospitable, especially for a captive.
The man who was sitting in a chair central to the room held a book in his hands. It was one of the few items permitted for him to possess.
His red hair, once short and spiky, now hung limply around his face.
"Play a game of Chess with me." Sasuke said, approaching the man.
Jade orbs glared at him. "What do you want, Uchiha?"
Sasuke laughed and said coolly, "That's hardly a way to address a person who could have you killed on a whim."
"I grow tired of captivity. What else is there for me to live for anyway?"
Sasuke sat down in the chair opposite him, a table between the two.
"Perhaps your sister?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.
Gaara looked at him menacingly. "If you dare touch her.." He half growled.
"You have no way of stopping me. Like I said, I can have you killed just like that..." he said, snapping his fingers.
Gaara glowered back at him.
"Your sister has given us quite a lot of trouble." Sasuke said, throwing a file of records on the table. "Take a look at them."
Gaara placed his book on the table and opened the file. Pictures, report cards, résumés, police records, various copies of certificates and achievements, and even bank statements. All with one factor in common: They entailed the life of Sakura Haruno.
He stared at the paperwork in hand, his touch lingering on a most recent photograph of hers. His gaze lonely, and wistful. Almost longing. His sister was the only thing in the world that mattered to him. And so much of her life had gone on without his presence, while he rot in a cell she didn't even know existed.
Looking up at the person sitting opposite him, he asked, "Why are you giving this to me?"
"Don't take such things for granted. Why don't you actually read what's written on it. You may be a lot of things, but uneducated is not one of them." Sasuke snapped.
Gaara started with a document of adoption which lay at the bottom of the records, and looked through all of the papers- she had graduated as a top of her class- a position tied with three others having a perfect score. Her physical and co scholastic fields were in perfect state too. And her desired stream of occupation: the federal bureau. And, looking at the further papers, it seemed that that was exactly what she had done. Now a special agent in a specified team,assistant head, she had escalated to one of the elite in a period of two years. Gaara looked in shock at the records before him.
A strange warm feeling came over him- one that he had not experienced in a long time. It was pride. Pride for his sister, and the woman she had become. How much of her life had he missed out on? How much had she changed? Was she still the blissfully innocent girl he had left behind? Most certainly not. But how much of her had been scarred by his sudden disappearance? He experienced yet another long diminished emotion: guilt. Guilt for not being there for her as she grew older. Guilt for allowing himself to be taken without her knowing.
"How is this trouble for you?" He spat out.
He handed the redhead another file.
"The latest mission her unit undertook was one brushing dangerously close to our operation. And it seems that she wants to push it."
Gaara glared at him and said, "Why are you even telling me this?"
"Because, depending on how things escalate, we may have use for you yet. Get ready to do more than sit in this cell. No matter how you despise us, willingly or unwillingly, you will help us. "
His bedroom was darkly lit when Sasuke finally retired to it for the night.
There was a second presence in his room, but he felt no immediate reason to address his guest. Leisurely walking to his dresser, he switched into more comfortable clothing.
As he closed the window, which had previously been wide open, he asked, "How bad is the threat to our intelligence?"
The unknown person said, in a deep masculine voice, "Not very high. Yet. But I did get a chance to examine the girl."
"And?"
"From the looks of it, very few things could help us recapture her without a trace."
Sasuke smirked, "I guess that means it will be more of a challenge. We can"
He left the room, only to return in a minute.
By the time he returned, the room was pitch black. The only light entering the room was a sliver of moonlight entering through the window, it's panes once again flapping in the wind.
So! Tell me what you think. And yes, if you haven't guessed yet, it is a Sasusaku one. But there's much more to it than that. I'd like to see what kind of guesses you guys can come up with though...
That's all for now. Thanks for reading!
~Raven