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Chapter 1
Chapter 1
The time on the clock read 11:54pm and it seemed to be taking the effort to deliberately infuriate the great Uchiha Itachi, who was at this moment, almost about ready to pummel the damn thing to pieces. Yes, the same Uchiha Itachi who was regarded by the general public as an emotionally detached man, who kept to himself unless he were to be in the company of his few close friends. A quiet, serious person, with the inane ability to intimidate and reduce even the most prominent of men to stuttering fools, who in most cases, ended up running back in the direction they came from... Like frightened puppies fleeing before the might of a great hound...
Though these instances were made more awesome, because he did it with such ease, voice murmuring softly albeit with just the hint of venom and a well-placed threat, instead of the usual shouting and growling that would be expected in another’s case (one wonders if he practiced in front of a mirror everyday...). He was a man who was recognised by all for his elegant stature and the way he carried himself. Oh, he was a thing of incredible beauty to look at; long dark hair, piercing eyes and perfect bone structure. Good lord, half the city’s population lusted after him and with good reason!
Being the elder son of an established Japanese businessman, who also happened to be head of the notable Uchiha clan, Itachi was bound to be thrown into the spotlight simply because of the blood that ran through his veins. The mere fact that he had proven himself to be a genius at a tender age was perhaps, as those gossipmongers (who have nothing else better to do, truly) would put it, a statement of the formidability of all who were born into the family.
So it would have been a dreadful surprise to those who look upon Itachi as a figure of absolute serenity, to see that serene exterior gone. In its place was a foreboding frustration that only the unfortunate ever came face-to-face with. Like a caged animal, he paced the room while muttering silent oaths to himself and resisting the urge to break his promise until the last second. Itachi growled softly as midnight drew closer, he was already waiting for the moment to flounce through the door and hunt down the pain in the ass he referred to as his brother. Therefore, it was a bit unexpected when the front door opened and the aforementioned pain in the ass walked through.
Itachi stopped dead in his tracks, caught in the movement of pulling on his coat and grabbing the keys. Sasuke was positively sodden, his figure dripping water all across the tiled floor (Itachi was suddenly grateful for the absence of carpets, bless his interior designer), his face matching his bedraggled appearance. He was still appraising the 16 year old that stood before him, all the while preparing to pulverise Sasuke with a few well-chosen words when the teenager gave a sloppy sneeze and proceeded to groan.
“Nii-san,” he whimpered.
Itachi moved just in time to catch his brother as he crumpled to the floor.
To be continued...
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