Author's Note: Yo. There you go people, the first chapter within the week. Woot woot.
Anyways, things to take note of. One, Sasuke's attitude may differ just a tad bit in this fic from the anime. He became a pain-in-the-butt avenger kinda dude in the anime cause Itachi killed the entire clan, but it didn't happen in this fic, therefore his whole avenger-I-can't-let-anyone-get-close-to-me-and-kick-everyone-out attitude isn't so... hardcore. Don't worry though. I loved him for his personality, so there'll still be the trademark badass Uchiha attitude.
Two, this is my first ever time writing Itachi, soooo, cut me some slack, will ya? Some tips would help. :D Besides, he wasn't assigned to kill the entire Uchiha clan in this fic, so he theoretically shouldn't be an ass. Much.
Three, you guys can check out the pictures of their house and rooms and Sasuke's bike in my profile page.
Four, this fic was partly inspired by Wizards of Waverly Place, the whole secret wizards-in-training thing. I just love the Jalex pairing, even though it's incest. Seriously, it's like the only incest pairing I'd be fine with. And I love Selena Gomez's fashion sense. XD
That's all I have to say for now, I guess. This chapter's just a wee bit longer than the previous one. It's mostly an introduction to what their new life is like.
Enjoy.
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Chapter 1
Different lives, Same faces
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"Sasu-chaaannn! Harder!"
"I'm. Trying. My. Hardest. Sakura. And don't call me that!"
"Come on. You're a man. Be one. Push harder!"
"'Sasu-chan' sounds really man, Sakura."
"Aw come on, Sasu-chan! It's like you're not even trying!"
"Well. Believe or not, I am."
Sakura groaned, rolling her emerald eyes upwards, bored with her broody, badass, so-called older brother. They'd been raised more than half their lives as siblings, therefore they treated each other as such.
Sasuke,17, and Sakura,16, were currently in the secret-ninja-training-base-thing where they did all their, obviously, ninja training. The base was called a secret because, well, the way to get into the base was a secret to everyone except Sasuke, Sakura, Itachi and Kakashi. You see, there are two bathrooms on the second floor of their house, excluding the one in Kakashi's room. One of the bathrooms is actually the entrance to the base. If anyone else but the respective four opens the door, they'll find themselves in a normal bathroom, whereas if any of the four opened the door, it would lead to the base.
Cool, eh? Not.
Sasuke and Sakura were sitting on the floor across one another, one of those wooden resting benches between them. Their right hands were grasped tightly together in an unfair arm-wrestling match.
"Sakura! That's unfair! You have that stinkin' super strength thing!" Sasuke said, almost whining. Almost. Uchihas don't do whining. Even if their arm-wrestling opponent was a 16-year-old girl with the strength of a hippo when she's not even trying.
Sakura giggled innocently, in contrast to Sasuke, who was scowling at their joint hands. His own pale arm was trembling slightly with the force he was putting in, whereas Sakura's milky arm was stock-still, looking as though she wasn't even going against a force which could crack a stone wall.
The door of the training base opened quietly.
"Yo. Don't want to be late for first day of school, now do we?" Hatake Kakashi greeted lazily, peeking his silver-haired head into the base briefly before going back to the kitchen.
"Coming, coming!" Sakura called out cheerily, standing up and dusting the back of her black miniskirt and straightening out the rest of her clothes; light pink off-shoulders over a black undershirt, black miniskirt, and black and pink high-tops.
The moment Sakura let go, his hand immediately seemed to deflate, falling limp onto the bench. The blood seemed to have been drained from his arm, due to Sakura's crushing strength.
Standing up, he shook some feeling into his arm, before dusting off his own clothes; a navy blue button-up shirt untucked, with it's long sleeves rolled up to his elbows, over a pair of black jeans, where there were chains hanging from a belt loop to another on both sides of his waist, and sneakers. Frankly speaking, the chains weren't just for decorations; they made really good weapons.
"I win," Sakura said, doing peace sign and sticking out her tongue at Sasuke, who in turn rolled his eyes.
"You know that wasn't a fair one."
"Oh yeah? Well, you're just sore you couldn't budge me," Sakura retorted. Sasuke smirked, making him look, in Sakura's opinion, incredibly hot. Yes, Sakura thought he was hot. It's not wrong! Besides, they weren't even technically siblings.
"Oh yeah?" Sasuke mimicked her, stepping closer to her, until they were barely half a foot apart. Sakura scrunched her nose up at him, trying to ignore his masculine and appealing scent. He was almost an entire head taller than her.
"You know what would be a really fair fight?" Sasuke continued, smirk still intact and onyx eyes ablaze with the kind of excitement that he only got whenever he was about to do something related to high speeds.
"What?" Sakura frowned in confusion at him. Sasuke leaned down slightly. Sakura noted -for the many-th time - that his obsidian eyes were tinted slightly with grey.
"Race ya."
And whoosh, he's gone; down the hallway and over the banister so fast Sakura barely had time to register what he said.
"Argh! Sasukeeee!! That's unfair! You have that super speed thing!" she whined as she ran across the house and down the steps with chakra-enforced feet.
The house was practically just wood and glass, but it cut a majestic figure, giving it a modern edge. The glass paneled walls let in enough sunlight to illuminate the brilliant and elegant interior. A long winding set of wooden steps led up to the upper floor, where one could see the kitchen and living room over the banister on the second floor. It was basically a hallway leading to the four rooms and two bathrooms, Sakura's and Sasuke's room overlooking the pool in the front yard, Itachi's facing the opposite direction while Kakashi's was right at the end of the hallway, with a bathroom of his own.
Once she skidded to a halt at the kitchen, where Sasuke was already seated on one of the island stools, biting a tomato and looking smug, she pointed an accusing finger at him, panting slightly from the sudden run.
"I win," Sasuke said smugly, resting his free arm on the island behind him while taking another bite on the tomato.
"You know that wasn't a fair one," Sakura said, glaring at him. Sasuke pretended to think.
"Hmm. I wonder where I've heard that before," he said, taking a last bite before brushing past Sakura and going to his room to take his school bag.
Standing behind the island, Kakashi chuckled. In the living room, which was connected to the kitchen, Itachi's mouth quirked up slightly. He was 24 now. Ten years had passed since that incident which left them in another, foreign and yet familiar world, in the care of a man who looked identical to Konoha's legendary Copy-ninja, except without the Sharingan. And ninja abilities. Damn. Of all the things that were the same, it just had to be the mask, didn't it?
Sasuke and Sakura didn't have a difficult time making friends all over again, with new people who looked identical to those at home, with similar personalities but no knowledge of Konoha or ninjas and whatsoever. It had been Itachi who had a harder time coping with the fact that there was no way to return home as of yet, or if there was a home to return to. A few years later, and Itachi finally accepted the reality of it, and began to make this new world his home, going back to his usual self. However, he still had a small glimmer of hope of returning to Konoha.
Sakura stuck her tongue out at Sasuke's back, before stealing a piece of toast from Kakashi's plate and running up the stairs after the raven-haired boy, earning a slightly startled, "Hey!" from the masked man.
Kakashi had been shunned aside when he was young because of his face, which looked similar to his mass murderer of a father. Ever since then he always wore a mask to cover up half his face, to the chagrin of Sasuke and Sakura. They'd always been trying to look underneath that mask ever since they started living with him.
Fortunately enough, though, Kakashi earned more than enough to support all four of them. Apparently, Kakashi seemed to have an uncanny ability to be able to predict when the stock markets were at it's best, and never seemed to lose a bet before. Itachi had a theory that it might be some kind of replacement for the Sharingan. He also worked as a teacher in one of the other high schools.
"You know, Kakashi," Itachi said in that deep and slightly velvety voice of his, idly flipping a page of the newspaper he was reading. Kakashi raised an eyebrow.
"A normal ninja would've just jumped over the banister, not run down the stairs."
"... I can never get used to this whole ninja thing."
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"Sasuke-kun, have you seen my grey and pink hand-warmers?" Sakura asked right after she busted open Sasuke's door, not bothering to knock.
"No."
"Thanks," Sakura replied sarcastically, going back into her room to search for said item.
Sakura's room had glass panels forming a wall facing the pool, with a white and crimson window seat, where there was a massive collection of stuffed toys. The entire floor was carpeted with white. A decent-sized white and red bed barely took up a quarter of space in the room. In front of the bed stood a dark red wardrobe with simple and elegant black designs. Next to the bed, away from the glass wall, was a small, bright pink bedside table, and on its other side, facing away from the bed, was a simple white study table. A decent selection of books from different genres and CD albums from different artists are placed on the white shelves which stretched across one wall; above the bed's headboard, the bedside table and the study table.
Sasuke rolled his eyes, before calling out, "Hurry up, Sakura, or I'm leaving without you!"
"Meanie!" came the muffled reply, followed by a crash and thud and another muffled, "I'm okay!".
Sasuke snickered slightly, grabbing his custom-made blue and black messenger bag and motorbike keys before leaving his room.
Sasuke's room was somewhat similar to Sakura's, in terms of the shape and size of the room as their rooms were next to each other. The colour theme in his room, however, was black and blue. The window seat below the glass wall was black and cobalt blue. A huge number of CD albums stacked up in a slightly disorderly manner on the hard portion of the window seat. Next to the window seat rested his navy blue and black electric guitar, acoustic guitar on the other side. His wardrobe was a simple navy blue and black, opposing his bed, which was white with black and blue sheets. His wardrobe was built into the wall across the glass wall. In front of it was the black study table which faced the wall. There were only a small number of shelves on his wall, said wall painted dark blue, while the others are painted white.
Sasuke wasn't really a neat-freak, and almost always left his bed un-made, the black carpeted floor strewn with books, music sheets, CD albums and whatnot. As always, he left his room in a rather unruly state before going to school.
Downstairs, Itachi and Kakashi ignored the commotion upstairs.
The young Uchiha stopped by Sakura's room before going down the stairs, since it was on the way anyway, and drawled, "Seriously Sakura. Hurry up."
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And that was why, five minutes later, the Uchiha and Haruno were arguing about helmets and riding glasses next to Sasuke's bike. Sakura remembered Sasuke telling her it was a Yamaha FJR13-something in midnight black. Whatever. She didn't speak bike-and-rider.
"I don't get why you get to wear cool glasses while I'm stuck wearing some stinkin' helmet!" Sakura said hotly.
"The helmet messes up my hair." Sasuke replied almost lazily.
"It messed mine up too!" Sakura gestured to her long, petal tresses, which were parted side-ways. Sasuke sighed.
"Does yours spike up? No it doesn't, does it? Now stuff it and put it on."
"B-but - "
"No buts," Sasuke said, taking the helmet from her hands and putting it onto her head, patting it when he was done. Sakura gave him The Look. He rolled his gorgeous obsidian eyes. He almost always fell for Sakura's Look. Curse himself for having a soft spot for his little, pink-haired 'sister', who could seriously deck a grown man over four times her small frame without much effort.
She was wicked strong and Sasuke had had first-hand experience on that fact.
"Look. I'm not taking any chances, okay?" Sasuke explained, his voice softening faintly into a tone which Sasuke knew that Sakura didn't dare go against, despite the fact that it was gentle and calm. The pinkette huffed.
"Fine." She hopped onto the back easily even though she wore a skirt, barely having enough time to wrap her arms securely around Sasuke's waist before he sped off. His mad riding skills didn't bother her the slightest.
"You know, Sasu-chan," Sakura said, three minutes later, over the roar of wind as they sped at breakneck speed down the streets to school. "I'd probably have a better chance at survival than your precious bike. I'm a ninja! And an effin' healer at that!" she stated proudly. Sasuke resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It could cause an accident. Instead, settling for a muttered -
"Sure, Sakura. Sure."
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"And can you seriously drop the 'Sasu-chan'?"
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Author's Note: Personally, I find the 'Sasu-chan' thing cute. -lawl-
Anyways, I was trying to make a close sibling/familial relationship kinda thing between Sasuke and Sakura, which, frankly speaking, I haven't seen much of. It was tough, I tell you. So I wouldn't be surprised if it sucked. There's too much description, in my opinion.
And I need a name for the high school they're going to! Give me some suggestions, eh? :)
Next chapter would be when we get to meet the others from the Naruto crew! Exciting, neh? -.-
Woot. Woot.
Reviews and constructive criticisms are more than welcomed.
Editted (06/09/08): Btw, I need more reviews to keep going people! The ratio of hits to reviews is, dare I say, pathetic. -.- I have many ideas for this fic, and it'll be such a waste if it's all not typed out because of my lack of inspiration. -.-