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Freshmen Chronicles	By : afficek7 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1630 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9

‘Finally!’

I swear all of the worst drivers come out around the holidays. I mean who in the hell hits their brakes in order to get over while on the freeway? For the love of God! This break is getting off to a hell of a start. First, I spent all yesterday having a ménage a trois with Sasuke and our dorm toilet. Then, we woke up an hour late, and had to pack like hell in order for him to make his flight, only to get half way there and have to turn around because he forgot his passport. Then, we got into it with a truck driver, because the bastard was riding slow as hell in the HOV lane. Sasuke mooned him, and we almost got a ticket and into an accident. Luckily, we got to the airport without a second to spare, but my hell didn’t end there. Naw, it just had to start snowing as soon as I hit the expressway. Of course, as soon as everybody saw ONE snowflake they started doing TWO all the way home. It took three fucking hours to do a 25-minute drive. Fuck my life!

‘Granny Tsunade is so going to kill me,’ I think as I look at my watch and see that it is already 1:00pm. It’s still going to take me another hour to get ready, a good 20 minutes to get home, and I was supposed to be at the house by 10:30am. I’m glad that I forgot my phone, because I’m sure I would have gotten cursed out all morning long.

‘Come on key, go into the hole. You do this every day. It’s your job, damn it,’ I mentally argue with the bent up piece of metal that I’m holding. Just when I’m about to go apeshit and whoop its ass, it finally opens the door.

‘After facing that shit out there, this heat feels good,’ I think as I throw my coat onto Sasuke’s bed. It’s only then that I realize that I am not alone. Who the fuck is that guy?!

“Hey man, what are you doing in here?” I ask and get into a defensive position on instinct. This guy has a few inches on me, but he’s skinnier, a little bigger than Sasuke, actually. He kind of reminds me of a puddle; because he’s draped in all black with a black leather coat on top of that, long, black ass hair falling over his shoulders, and the most non-expressive face I have ever seen. That’s saying something considering whom I room with.

“I didn’t mean to startle you, my apologies, Naruto,” the dude speaks in a low baritone voice as he bows, yet never removes his eyes from mine. It feels like he’s looking into my soul. Hell, maybe he is, or at least reading my mind, because I did not tell him my name, and I do NOT know him.

“Look dude, I don’t know who you are, but you’re about to get your Morpheus ass kicked today, if you don’t state who are, and what’s your purpose,” I reply as I block the main door. I don’t know how he got in here, but he’s about to catch hell getting back out.

“My name is Itachi Uchiha, and I am Sasuke’s elder brother. It’s good to finally meet you,” he says as he extends his arm with a barely perceptible smile. Instantly, I move back, and can feel my eyes widening. I know he’s not a mass murderer or anything, but Sasuke made him sound like the boogeyman. Naw, I’ll keep my distance.

“Hn, I see Sasuke has been talking about me,” Itachi responds, and then takes the offered hand and runs it through his hair. I’m still gawking to insure that he makes no fast moves, but he seems perfectly content gazing about the room. Fuck this, I’m not spending my whole day doing this. I also don’t like the way he’s keeps eyeing my doughnuts.

“Um, you’re a little late, if you’re looking for Sasuke. I just dropped him off at the airport a few hours ago,” I inform, and try to correct my posture. I will not let myself get owned in my own room. Besides, the sooner I get this weirdo out of here, the better. I have a vacation to start.

“You’re mistaken. I’m very much aware that Sasuke is gone. That’s why I’m here. I’ve come to speak with you, personally,” Itachi rebuts, and I’m a bit taken aback. What the hell could he want with me? More importantly, how does he even know of me?

“I’ve been watching over Sasuke for the past few months, and I’m concerned about him. I’m also concerned about and you and your family,” Itachi interjects before I can voice my questions. After hearing what he just said, I can’t help what comes out of my mouth next.

“Considering what you did to your family, I think I’ll pass on your concern,” I blurt, and the room gets deathly silent. After accessing me for several seconds, Itachi lets out a tired sounding sigh, and then leans against the window seat. Damn, I guess he has no plans on leaving any time soon.

“I’m sure you’ve been told how I embezzled funds, and cost my family a very important merger,” Itachi finally speaks up and then pause as though he’s waiting on a response. I don’t give him one.

“It’s true. I transferred 100 million dollars into a private account, opened a rival company, and put a stop to five of their business acquisitions,” he added, and I’m not sure what to say. I know many Japanese are Buddhists, but even they should know that I am not a priest, and this dorm is not a confessional.

“Do you think I was wrong?” He continues on, and I’m not sure if he’s looking for an answer or not, so once again, he gets my silence. I’m really debating about whether I should respond though, because silence tends to make him talk more, and I don’t have time to play Dr. Phil with him.

“What if I told you that I did it to save them?” He talks some more, true to form. This time, I’m ready. There has to be an off switch somewhere on him.

“I’m not the most business savvy guy on the planet, but that does not sound like any savior I would want,” I reply, and now he seems more engaged than ever. Shit, I moved the dial in the wrong direction!

“Hn, it would appear that way, but everything is not always as it seems. I guess I should start from the beginning,” he says, and then sneaks a quick glance at my doughnuts again. I’m really pressed for time, but now I’m intrigued with what he has to tell me. I also want to guard my food.

“As far back as I can remember, my father has always put the family business and success before all else, including his marriage, his kids and his health. When I was born, I had a natural gift for just about anything that I attempted, but nothing truly interested me. I just did what I was told and succeeded at my endeavors. My father saw my potential and started grooming me to be his right-hand when I was three-years-old. Two years later, Sasuke was born, and we were like night and day. I was known for being stoic and apathetic, but Sasuke was vibrant and energetic from day one. He loved playing pranks, laughing loudly and just being a normal kid, while I was junior CEO of the most powerful company in the world at the age of 12. Many people find that impressive, but I always admired my little brother, because he was free to do what he wanted, and was happy all the time, loving life. My father, on the other hand, was not impressed. He always called me his greatest success and Sasuke his greatest failure...
Sasuke received good grades, and ranked in the top ten percent of his class, but I had a perfect score, and finished high school at age 11. Sasuke excelled at Karate and the flute, but I was the two-time mixed martial art champion of Japan, number one junior track and field star from 1999-2001, and honorary stand-in for the Kyoto Symphony Orchestra. Sasuke was adept at poetry and creative writing, but I was the ghostwriter to the number one best-selling business management book of the decade. No matter what he did, Sasuke could not surpass me, and my father was quick to point it out. I tried to purposely fail certain projects, but Sasuke was still the one to get mocked. Eventually, he stopped trying...

By the time Sasuke got into junior high, he averaged a C- minus at best, started stealing, doing drugs and getting into any trouble he could find. He couldn’t get my father’s attention with good behavior, so he set out to get it at any cost. Usually my father was more concerned with protecting the family name. The worst incident occurred when Sasuke was 13. He rented a car on the company’s account, and crashed it while doing 45 kilometers over the speed limit. He was in the hospital for three months, and went through intense physical therapy, but my father didn’t visit him once. He spent more time and money keeping Sasuke’s full name out of the paper, than he did on his son’s recovery. It only got worse after that…

When Sasuke was 14, he went and got a dragon tattoo that covered his entire back. He wanted something permanent that my father couldn’t just sweep under the rug. He wanted a reaction, even if it was just anger; it almost cost him his life. My father became so enraged that he slammed him onto the floor headfirst. By the time I intervened, Sasuke was lying motionless in a puddle of blood. He was lucky to only have a sprained vertebra. Of course, my father wasted no time in sending him to numerous clinics to have the tattoo removed in four-week intervals. Sasuke was usually half-comatose after each session, but he still had to make appearances with the family…

The breaking point finally came when my father caught Sasuke and his best friend Karin going at it. My father has always been a purist to the point where he married his own cousin, our mother, Mikoto Uchiha. So, when he saw his son and some American girl fornicating, he bought out her parents in a knee-jerk reaction, and made them sign waivers that they would never disclose what happened or come into contact with our family again. They were just a young, poor military family, so when my father waived six figures in their faces, they accepted. Sasuke was devastated. When you get your heart broken at such a young age, it changes you, greatly,” Itachi informs, and then pause as though he’s in deep thought. At the same time, my mind is reeling. It’s too much. I can’t process this!

“Why the fuck didn’t you do anything?! You’re his older brother, you bastard!” I scream after I gather a portion of my thoughts. Itachi gives me a wry, yet sad smile, and I realize that that young thing is a hereditary trait.

“Many, many times I have attempted to intervene on Sasuke’s behalf, but I was just as powerless. If I spoke up for Sasuke, he was punished harder, because my father took it as a bad influence on me. Therefore, I went straight to the source. I became Sasuke’s father in any way I could. I attended games, parent-teacher conferences, shows, the hospital, everything. However, I failed at that one endeavor. I could not fill a father’s shoes. I wasn’t enough,” he replied, and though I’m still angry, I feel numb. What the hell do you say to that? Wait a minute, how did he get so close to my doughnuts?!

“To be honest, I had one option, and that was to leave. I thought that without me around, my parents would have to accept Sasuke. But, I was hesitant. I loved my parents, and I did not want to betray them. Fortunately, they made it easier for me when they tried to force me to marry three years ago in order to get a merger.”

‘What?!’

“My father had taken over just about every viable biomedical company in Japan, but the Hyuuga stood in his way. Eventually, my father found a loophole that they could not get out of. It was either merge with us or sink. In a last ditch effect to keep his family involved in the company, Higashi Hyuuga made a deal to agree to the acquisition only if his eldest daughter, Hinata Hyuuga, was married into our family. She was just 13-years-old at the time, and I had just turned twenty. My father thought it was a steal of a deal, but I refused. It took me to see that to realize just how diabolical the man had become, so I vowed to take him down,” Itachi states while looking directly into my eyes. Once again, I’m trying to process this shit. Something’s not adding up.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t the Hyuuga-Uchiha merger occur last fall,” I say in fear of the answer I will get. The pit of my stomach feels hollow, because I already know what I’m going to hear.

“My father has two sons,” Itachi responds, and the confirmation feels sour. I never remember a Christmas week feeling like this.

“My leaving caused a hitch in my fathers planned, but it’s hard to keep him down. My mother, who was just as cruel as he was when Sasuke and I were kids, mourned my absence, and changed drastically. She finally became the mother Sasuke needed. My father, on the other hand, just saw opportunity…

Throughout Sasuke’s high school years, he tried to turn him into me. Sasuke went to school eight hours a day, cram school another four, studied at home an additional five, and slept whenever time permitted. He was hospitalized several times, and dropped down to 110 pounds his second year. It all paid off, and he graduated at the top of his class, but his prior record made him a high-risk student, so the University of Tokyo rejected him. My father was enraged and embarrassed, so he attempted to ship him overseas to Harvard or Yale, but Sasuke couldn’t speak proper English until about two years ago. His toefl score was too low, so he was rejected again. My father then just wanted to hide him somewhere where his business associates couldn’t find out that his son was at a less than prestigious school, so he chose this one. As soon as Sasuke graduates, he will be married to the Hyuuga,” Itachi concludes.

All is silent, and I can’t say that it’s enjoyable. The quiet is just a reminder that neither of us have any solutions. I’m getting angrier and angrier by the second.

“What the fuck is wrong with your dad? Why doesn’t Sasuke speak up for himself? Why are you telling me all of this? More importantly, what is your fascination with my doughnuts? Do you want one? Please, help yourself!” I say in frustration, and without another word, Itachi is contentedly eating my snacks. Meanwhile, I’m trying to decide whether to beat some ass or cry.

“I don’t mean to unload all of this drama onto you, but my father is growing increasingly interested in your uncle’s company. You see, I have been intercepting his and Sasuke’s emails for the past two years, and your family’s name has come up in at least 80 percent of the ones sent out recently. He has profiles on everyone in your immediate family from your father, Minato, to your Grandmother, Tsunade,” Itachi informs calmly as he chews on a second pastry. Red. All I can see is red.

“No offense, but I will fucking KILL your father, before I let him harm ANYBODY from my family! By the time I’m done the forensics team would need a microscope to pick up the pieces!” I yell in rage, but Itachi just picks up a third doughnut, and bites into it with closed eyes.

“You must not forget that Sasuke will likely be in on the scheme. Will he share the same fate?” He asks casually, but the room feels colder all of a sudden. Damn, I guess they turned the heat back off.

“Understand, I will not let Sasuke OR your Dad hurt my family. But, I already know who is pulling the strings. Sasuke is just a pawn in all of this shit. Somehow, I will get justice for him, too,” I reply, and once again the room is toasty. What the fuck is going on? Either freeze me or burn me up, damn it. But, don’t give me a cold in the process. Fucking maintenance people.

“I’m glad that you see things as I do. Unfortunately, I do not know what my father is up to at the moment, but the minute that I am in the know, I will keep you informed,” Itachi says as he takes the final bite of a fourth doughnut. What the fuck? I know damn well that I said ONE.

“I’m glad that I got the chance to meet you, Naruto. Last night was the first time I saw my brother laugh uninhibitedly in years. Somehow, you have earned his adoration, and mine as well. You truly are a remarkable person,” Itachi says as he walks out of my room while carrying the remainder of my doughnuts. I’m tempted to send him a bill, but I don’t know where he went, or even how to contact him. Besides, I’ve got to put on a happy face for my friends and family. There’s no need to spoil everyone else’s vacation with this bullshit. I’m handling this myself. Game on, Fugaku.
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