Naruto Uzumaki smiled brightly as he walked down the stairs from his bedroom, his eyes sparkling. He took each step slowly, whistling randomly. Soon one particular song popped into his head and he grinned, running all the way back up the stairs. Once he was up there, he swayed his hips to the beat of the song he was thinking of.
“Dun nun nun nun nun nun nun,” he swayed to one side and froze. “Dun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun. Dun nun nun nun nun nun nun. Dun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun,” he raised his right foot over the first step, ready to start the song. He started walking down to the beat. “Makin’ my way downtown!” he sang loudly. “Walking fast, faces past and I’m homebound!”
He quickly ran down a few steps, matching the pace of the song before he stopped. “Staring blankly ahead, just making my way, making my way through the crowd!” he ran down the next couple of steps.
Iruka, Naruto’s foster father, suddenly walked out of one of the rooms in front of him, swaying his hips just as much as Naruto was. They both started shaking their heads before turning to look to the right. “Dun nun nun nun nun nun nun. And I need you,” they repeated the action. “Dun nun nun nun nun nun nun. And I miss you.”
They started shaking their heads one more time before raising their right index fingers. Just before they could say the next line though, Iruka’s nautical lover entered the room, doing it for them. “And now I wonder…” he finished, pointing his index fingers at his temples one at a time.
The group looked at each other for a while before dancing around in a circle, singing at the top of their lungs. “If I could fall into the sky! Do you think time would pass me by? ‘Cause you know I’d walk a thousand miles! If I could just see you… TONIGHT!!”
They started drumming the next few beats of the song on any flat surface they could find, not caring if they woke up the neighbourhood.
But just before they could break into the next few lines, there was a sudden banging at their door. “SHUT UP!” the angry voice yelled. “It’s fucking seven in the morning. People are trying to sleep!”
“No, you shut up!” Naruto yelled back. “Can’t you see we’re having fun? You wouldn’t know fun if it hit you in the back of your rickety ass!”
“Naruto!” Iruka scolded before smacking the blonde upside the head. “That wasn’t nice at all!”
“Oh, let it be Iruka,” Kakashi exclaimed, waving his hand dismissively in the air. “He’s a teen and he’s bound to say stuff like that. Besides, he only spoke the truth.”
Naruto grinned while Kakashi attempted to dodge the hand that was promising sweet death. After the group had entered the kitchen Iruka turned to Naruto. “So Naruto,” he began. “Was there a reason for your over-joyous entrance this morning?”
The whiskered blonde shook his head, grin widening. “Nope,” he replied as he made his way to the kitchen. “I just woke up this morning and felt amazing. I started praising God for all he’s done and then made my way downstairs.”
“‘Makin’ my way downtown…’” Kakashi began. Naruto laughed.
“‘Walkin’ fast…’” He continued.
“‘Faces past…’” The silver haired man said. They both turned to each other as they finished with a loud “And I’m homebound!”
Iruka laughed along with the others as they finished. He shook his head and put his hand on his hip. “Naru, would your excitement possibly be derived from the fact that today is your last day at your current school?”
The blonde nodded, no longer feeling the need to pretend. “Of course!” he declared. “I hate it at my current school. Hopefully Konoha High has something better to offer me.”
Kakashi ruffled his hair. “Perhaps you’ll be bringing home women by the cartful?”
The young boy shook his head, still smiling. “Uh uh. No way. Sakura is the only girl for me. You have no clue how great it is that she’s my girlfriend,” he suddenly snapped his fingers, a thought coming to him. “That reminds me, I haven’t told her I’m coming to her school. I bet she’ll be so surprised!”
“I know I would be,” Iruka stated as he handed the blonde some lunch money. “Now, be good. Even though it’s your last day I don’t want to hear that you got into any fights with the other kids. You just have this last day and then you’re home free okay?”
Uzumaki nodded, the grin widening even farther at the thought that this was his last day at that dreaded school. “I’ll be on my best behaviour! Believe it!” he pumped his fist in the air. The two adults chuckled slightly.
“Alright then. Be good.” Iruka warned before placing a gentle kiss on the blonde’s forehead. Kakashi reached over and ruffled the teen’s hair, messing it up just so.
They all walked to the front door. Iruka opened it, allowing Naruto to pass him. Kakashi cleared his throat. “Naru,” the man said. He waited for the blonde to turn around before continuing. “God is good.” He began.
Naruto smiled. “All the time.” He replied. Kakashi smiled beneath his face mask.
“And all the time?” he inquired. The blonde saluted him.
“God is good!” he finished. The teen turned away, walking down the porch. “Bye! Love you!” he called over his shoulder. Iruka smiled once again.
“Love you too sweetie!” he answered back before walking back into the house, Kakashi at his heels. He closed the door and let out a long sigh, flopping back into his boyfriend. “Mmm. Kakashi. I really hope nothing happens. It’s his last day at that wretched school and I want him to enjoy himself.”
The silver haired man wrapped his arms around the brunette, nuzzling his face into the crook of his lover’s neck. He sighed as well. “I do too. That boy deserves happiness,” he raised his head slightly. “You know, I honestly don't trust that Sakura girl,” he admitted. “I mean, they may have been going to separate schools, but she is his girlfriend. Isn’t it protocol for her to try and visit as often as she could? She was always making excuses as to why she couldn't show. I think the only times she’s ever truly been with Naruto were at church.”
Iruka sighed once again, completely understanding his boyfriend’s distress. “I don’t trust her either, but what choice do we have ‘Kashi? She makes Naru happy, and I’m not about to get in the way of that,” he turned in his partner’s arms and smiled at him. Even with the mask, he could tell that the man was pouting. He reached up and gingerly pinched a cheek. “Oh come now, don’t fret. Everything happens for a reason. God has a plan for us after all. We just have to go with the motions hon,” he poked his whiny boyfriend. “Come on. I’ll help you write your sermon for this week.”
The young pastor sighed before smiling. “Sure, that would be great.” He agreed as he let himself be pulled into his study.
Naruto shifted from one foot to the other while he waited for the bus that would take him to school. He had taken out his iPhone and sent a text to his girlfriend, Sakura Haruno. He was now waiting for her reply.
I just sent her an “I love you”, he thought. How hard is it to reply with an “I love you too Naruto-kun!” He looked down the street for the bus as a thought suddenly came to him. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever heard Sakura-chan tell me she loved me. It’s always me telling her, he shifted to his other foot once again before shaking his head, clearing it. Ah, never mind. She’s probably not ready for that yet. I should be glad I’m dating her at all.
A tall woman walked up next to him, pulling out her bus pass as it rolled up the street. Naruto did the same. When the bus arrived he waited for the doors to open before stepping to the side, gesturing towards the bus. “After you miss.” He said with a smile. She smiled back at him.
“Thank you,” she looked down at him, and then did a double take, noticing how cute he really was. She gave him another smile, this one flirtatious, as she walked past him onto the bus. “Yes, thank you sir.” She drawled out.
Naruto, forever oblivious, only saluted her. “Not a problem miss!” The woman pouted before taking a seat. Naruto came up to the coin machine, paying his fare before sitting down in a seat across from her. He looked out the window behind him, smiling lightly.
Yeah, he shook his head once more as he saw his school in the distance. I should really count my blessings and thank God for all he’s given me.
Sasuke lay back against the hospital bed, staring up at the ceiling. His family had left long ago, allowing him to contemplate what he’d just been told.
So… Starting this Sunday, the entire family will be coming to church with me. That includes you.
“What the fuck is that?” Sasuke whispered, still in shock. “Like hell I’m going.”
Growing more confused, the raven picked up the remote controller lying by his bedside. Raising it, he clicked the “on” button and began going through the channels, searching for something to watch.
One particular program caught his eyes and he stopped, watching it with earnest. He leaned forward in his bed as he watched the newscaster on the screen. She was standing in front of the site where Chad’s crash had been. Also behind her were ambulances, police cars and another car (one that he did not recognize). He raised the remote once more and turned up the volume.
“… And they aren’t sure exactly what happened,” the reporter’s voice said. She looked behind her at the crash before turning back to the camera. “But by the looks of it, it seems to have been a drunk driving accident. The affected were a group of five to six teens. Police have given us permission to give you the names at this time…”
Sasuke’s brow rose. If they were given permission, wouldn’t that mean that the police would’ve had to ask him for it? He shrugged his shoulders. What was done is done. He looked up at the screen once again.
The reporter pulled out a sheet of paper, most likely containing their names. She looked up at the camera. “…The affected are,” She took a breath before continuing. “One Suigetsu Hozuki, the deceased Heather Vane, the comatose Chad Michaels,” she looked back down at the list in her hand. “One Karin, whose family has asked not to have her last name revealed, and finally,” She looked back at the screen. “The son of Fugaku Uchiha, the famous business tycoon, Sasuke Uchiha.”
Sasuke scowled at the screen but remained quiet. He just knew this was going to be the talk of the town, even though he hadn’t done anything (other than try and save his friend’s lives of course).
“Awesome.” He muttered to himself.
The reporter started moving towards the wreckage behind her, looking back every few seconds to make sure the camera was following her movements. “Now it’s been known around the city that Fugaku’s son, Sasuke, has been a bit of a punk, destroying property, cursing out the elderly, ditching school, vandalizing and quite frankly, being an all-around nuisance-”
“Fucking liar!” the raven yelled at the screen, beginning to lose his patience. Yes he’d been ditching school, and he could admit that his family was getting annoyed with him, but when had he ever vandalized, or destroyed anything? That had all been Chad’s doing! He just always took the fall for it because he was always in the limelight! And he’d never curse out the elderly. Yes, he cursed at his parents, but they were his parents! They were annoying as hell. Why would he bother swearing at some old woman he didn’t even know. It wasn’t worth his time, plus, that was just plain rude. These people were exaggerating the truth!
“-But this one takes the cake!” the reporter continued, not having heard the teen’s outburst. She stopped, and then pointed at the wreckage. “This, has to be, one of the worst things this boy has ever done! Yes, the evidence says that the teenager had nothing to do with the collision, but he may as well have caused it. Everyone knows that being around the boy never amounts to anything, and this just proves it.”
“How dare you!” Sasuke roared as he gripped the sheets underneath him. “Who are you to talk? You don’t even fucking know me!”
The woman on screen stopped in front of the mangled car, turning to look at the camera. “Now, you had been warned before this program started that the images we were going to show you were very gruesome considering this is a death situation, and I feel the need to remind you once again. Please, if you are prone to queasiness, or cannot handle death and the like, please turn away for about five minutes.”
Sasuke growled once again, refusing to turn. He’d already seen it first hand after all. The reporter nodded her head after pausing for a second, giving the audience time to turn. She breathed in before muttering, “Here we go then.” and motioning for the camera to follow.
The raven watched as the camera travelled inside the car, going deeper and deeper until…
“Oh my God.” He uttered in complete shock.
He was stunned, if not to say floored by what he saw. He knew it was Heather, that was for certain, but there was something about her now mangled body, how burnt it was, how much glass was protruding from it, her bloodied eye and the fact that she had a huge fucking tree coming out of her that made him feel sick to his stomach. He hadn't paid much attention to her during the time of the accident, focussing instead on getting Chad out of the car, but seeing her now, with the blackened blood and her burned bones sticking out of her arm and the light catching her body in such a sickening way was truly…
Despite himself he reached over the bed, quickly searching for a garbage bin. Once he found one he leaned his head into it, gripping the sides tightly before vomiting harshly. When he thought he was done he lifted his head, his eyes trailing back to the television. The camera was still going over Heather’s body, now inspecting her eyes and the tree lodged in her chest.
Another wave of nausea hit him and before he knew it he was bent over once again, puking his guts out into the bin.
Dry heaving for a minute he pulled himself back up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He set the bin on the floor and turned his eyes back to the screen, which luckily had shifted its gaze onto the reporter, who was looking a little pale after having inspected the body.
“Oh God…” he whispered as the reporter began to speak again. “Oh God. I mean, I didn’t like her, but that’s… the way she died… I…”
“Heather Vane’s family is devastated by the loss,” he heard the reporter say. “As well as Chad Michael’s family, who are not sure that their son is going to make it, considering the number of injuries he sustained during the crash.”
Sasuke looked away from the television, instantly feeling horrible. Goddamn it Chad, he thought to himself. I fucking told you it was a stupid idea. Why didn’t you listen to me?
“With me are the Vane and Michaels’ family, who have not yet had the chance to say anything,” the reporter walked away from the crash site, turning instead towards the two families, who stood beside the unknown car, crying. She held out her mike towards an older man. A sign that appeared on the screen below him showed that it was Heather’s father. “Mr. Vane, is there anything you would like to say about your loss?”
How fucking insensitive, Sasuke thought with disgust. They just lost their fucking kid!
The man looked up at the reporter before stepping up to the mike, tears streaming from his eyes. “Yes,” he answered even though his voice cracked. “There’s something I want to say about that Sasuke fellow.”
Sasuke raised an eyebrow in surprise. This out to be good.
“That Sasuke i-is nothing but trouble!” he yelled. “My daughter talked about him non-stop, and even though the records say he wasn’t involved in the crash, I know for a fact that he is! He’s the ring leader after all, and I want him punished!”
Sasuke’s eyes narrowed. Well maybe, if you’d get your heads out of your rich little asses, you’d see that the actual “ring leader” was your daughter’s boyfriend, and that he was the one that caused that fucking crash. I had nothing to do with it. I even tried to STOP them from getting in that blasted car!
The mike was suddenly yanked from the reporter’s hands and an angry, middle aged woman’s face showed on the screen. Below her, a sign read “Mother of Chad Michaels”. She scowled at the screen, as if she knew Sasuke was watching.
“How dare you!” she screamed. “You took my baby away from me you bastard! I knew you Uchiha’s were no good, but I wanted my son to be happy, so I didn’t say anything about it. Now he’s in a coma. All because of you blasted Uchiha’s!” She pointed her finger at Heather’s father. “Do you see what you’ve done Sasuke? You and your meddlesome ways have taken away his child! This isn’t a matter of right and wrong Sasuke. This is a matter of life and death!” She turned her finger towards the screen, waving it frantically. “You are not God! You cannot decide who lives and who dies. I bet you thought, ‘Hm, I don’t like this girl, so I’ll concoct some way to get rid of her without having any evidence of being involved’ huh?! Well guess what Uchiha? It’s NOT! And you have now made the worst decision of your ENTIRE LIFE!”
The reporter reached over, trying to get the microphone back from the crazed woman. “Miss?” she tried. The mother only swatted her hands away.
“Let me tell you something. I don’t care whether you’re sixteen, three or fifty-one! If my baby gets hurt any further, or if he, God forbid, dies, I will personally take your pale ass to court and sue you for EVERY F**KING THING YOU OWN! And then I’ll take your precious ‘daddy’ to court, for even giving birth to a wretched, inhuman little demon like you! Remember this son, you are not God, so don’t act like you are you impudent little s**t. I’ll see you in court Sasuke Uchiha.”
She handed the mike back to the reporter, turning to console her family. The reporter turned back to the screen, smile on her face. “Well there you have it folks, It seems a lawsuit can be seen in the future for the Uchiha family. How will they cope? Will they possibly try to buy their way out of it like they always do? Or will they finally own up to their mistakes? This is Cindy Waters reporting live from Surrey, British Columbia for CTV news. Back to you Jim.”
The shot turned back to the two newscasters in the studio, who had begun to talk excitedly about what may be in store for the Uchiha’s.
Sasuke himself couldn’t care less, mainly because he was infuriated. His grip on the remote control tightened so much that his knuckles turned white, whiter than his own skin. He ground his teeth together, feeling his self-control slowly slipping away.
“What… the fuck?” he ground out. “Does she even know…? How can she just blame me for everything? I tried to save them. I did everything I could. I couldn’t stop them from getting in the car could I? The bastard wouldn’t listen to reason. And his girlfriend just followed him around like a lost puppy, that is, when she wasn’t clinging on to me,” he glared up at the T.V., watching as the newscasters continued to talk about his family. “So, just because I’m a fucking Uchiha I get all the blame? And no one wants to hear my side of things? They just go off, starting rumors and shit?!”
Finally feeling his resolve disappear, he raised the remote, gripping it tightly before throwing it full force at the wall in front of him. It cracked against the wall, bits of plaster falling to the ground from the hit. He jumped out of bed, quickly walking over to a vase and picking it up.
“WHAT THE HELL?!” He shouted as he threw it with all his being. He waited for the satisfying smash of the vase before turning, looking for other things to destroy. He flipped the cot on his bed. “WHY WON’T PEOPLE BELIEVE ME?!” He threw his blanket against the wall. “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHIG! I TRIED TO SAVE THEM!” He kicked at his wastebasket, then began pulling out the drawers in the bedside table, chucking them heavily behind him. “THIS IS BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!!”
Suddenly the doors slid open. Itachi and Deidara quickly walked in, along with two security guards from downstairs. They made a grab for Sasuke, trying to stop him from hurting himself. “Sasuke, get a hold of yourself!” Deidara cried out, barely missing a flying arm.
“THIS IS BULLSHIT!” Sasuke continued to scream, not caring if he was making a scene. “I DIDN’T DO IT! THEY LIE! THEY LIE!!”
“Please Sasuke! Stop!” the blonde tried again.
“I DIDN’T DO IT! I DIDN’T DO IT! I TRIED! I TRIED!!”
Without any hesitation, Itachi raised his hand and brought it across his brother's face, the sound of the slap echoing throughout the room. Everyone gasped but the two Uchiha’s, one in stunned silence and the other with controlled fury. “Sasuke! Get a hold of yourself!” he ordered. “We will fix this.” The youngest Uchiha looked up at his brother. He watched as the older dropped to his knees in front of him, looking up at him. He opened his arms, waiting for his brother to enter them. “We won’t abandon you otouto.”
Against his better judgement, the younger fell to his knees, falling into his brother’s arms. He rested his face on the elder's chest, allowing his tears to trickle out. He brought his hands around the man’s back, gripping the back of his shirt tightly. He could feel his brother do the same, though one of his hands reached up to run through his hair comfortingly.
“It’s not my fault!” he choked out, despite the people in the room. “I tried to save them. I tried. I told them not to get in the car. Why am I being blamed? It was Chad’s doing. Chad’s! He drove. He drove them to their death! How is it my fault? I don’t understand. I-I didn’t do it! I tried aniki! I tried! What am I supposed to do? Tell me please!”
The entire time Itachi had been running his hands through his brother’s hair, whispering words of encouragement the entire time. He looked up, nodding his head at his boyfriend. Deidara, getting the message, bent as well before putting his arms around the brother’s. He didn’t care if Sasuke didn’t like it. He needed the comfort.
“It’ll be alright,” he whispered into the raven’s hair. “It’ll be alright.”
“What can I do?” Sasuke sobbed. “What am I supposed to do? My friend is dead! She’s dead and they blame me! They all blame me! What did I do? What did I do?!”
Itachi tightened his hold on the quivering raven, rubbing his hands up and down the boy’s back. “It’s okay Sasuke. We’re here for you. We won’t abandon you.” He looked up at the blonde, who had done the same. They nodded before looking back down at the raven.
“We’re here for you.” Deidara agreed.
Naruto sat, biting his lower lip as he felt multiple spitball's hit the back of his head. Instead of reacting, he focussed his attention on the textbook in front of him, trying to at least get something from the class.
“… And so the hypotenuse of the triangle would be 3.” The teacher droned on. Naruto pursed his lips in frustration. He tried to pay attention, honest he did, but it was just so hard to understand.
He looked down at his desk in worry. If he could barely pass his classes here, how was he going to fair at Konoha high?
A piece of paper flew through the air before hitting him on the head, breaking his concentration. Confused, he picked it up and unfolded it.
So you’re going to some preppy school huh? the message read. I’m not surprised. You always were a pussy. Just remember, you can’t run from us. We’re gonna find you and pound your poor ass into the dust. You can bet on that church boy.
Naruto looked up from the note in surprise, searching for its sender. His eyes landed on the one boy that had repeatedly bullied him throughout his years. The teen smirked at him before raising his thumb and running it across his throat, symbolizing Naruto’s sure-fire death.
Naruto turned right back around, fear gripping him tightly. He stared at the teacher ahead of him, trying desperately to ignore the boy behind him. But it seemed that simply ignoring him wouldn’t be enough, for he soon felt another ball of paper hit the back of his head.
Hesitantly, he bent down to retrieve it before opening it slowly, revealing the most likely hateful message inside.
You know I’m coming after you right? the message began. There’s no way you’re getting off that easy. I enjoyed running your poor ass into the ground and I’m not gonna stop just ‘cause you’re moving, Naruto gulped. He continued reading. And you know I’m going to keep going after your dad right? What was his name? Iruka? Yeah. He’s a sexy little minx and soon I’m gonna fuck him. But that’s okay with you right? I heard he was a gay little slut at church anyways.
Unable to take any more insults directed at his adoptive father, Naruto rose out of his seat. “No he isn’t!”
“Mr. Uzumaki!” a voice yelled. Naruto turned to see the angry eyes of his meanest teacher glaring at him. “What is the meaning of this?”
Naruto immediately bowed. “S-sorry Mizuki-sensei. I didn’t mean to talk aloud like that.”
His sensei shook his head in anger. “Of course you didn’t Uzumaki. You never mean too,” he turned around, muttering, “Why do I always get the dumbasses?”
Naruto pouted. “That isn’t very nice sensei.”
The silver haired teacher turned on a dime. “Is that so?” he sneered. He walked to the board with a kick in his step and pointed to an equation he knew Naruto wouldn't be able to answer. “What is the answer to this question then?”
Naruto looked at the board with squinted eyes, trying to understand what the jumble of numbers meant. His brain was coming up with zilch. “Uh…” he uttered.
“Exactly my point Mr. Uzumaki!” Mizuki sneered. Oh, how he loved humiliating this boy. He pointed at him. “You are a dumbass, and you will amount to nothing! You think your singing is going to get you by? That’s not going to get you a proper job! Plus, even if you did try, the recording company would instantly turn you away! You’re not worth their time. You’re not worth anyone’s time. You’re nothing, Uzumaki, and you always will be!”
The class laughed along with their sensei as Naruto slowly slid back into his seat, trying desperately not to burst into tears. He gripped the edges of his seat as the teacher continued with his lesson, and was the first one out the door when the bell rang. He could hear their taunting as he made his way to his next class, and made sure not to say or do anything that would attract attention to himself.
I hate this school, he thought to himself angrily. I hate it here, but I’ll be out soon. I just have to hold out. I just have to wait for that final bell and then I’m gone forever!
The slam of the front door alerted Iruka that someone had just entered the house. He quickly made his way to the hallway to see that it was Naruto, who was busy kicking off his shoes.
“Hello, honey. How was your day?” he asked with a smile. Naruto only stopped long enough to give him a dirty look before continuing what he was doing. Iruka’s face fell. “Oh. That bad huh?”
The blonde’s answer was only to walk past him, taking the stairs two at a time to his room. Iruka sighed as he heard the bedroom door slam.
“That bad huh?” a voice asked behind him. Iruka shook his head before turning towards the voice in desperation.
“I don’t know how to cheer him up this time. He didn’t tell me anything.” Iruka whined as he allowed his boyfriend to embrace him. Kakashi rubbed his back gently.
“Perhaps what he needs is comfort from a higher place,” he whispered. “Remember, he’s got that song he’s performing with the choir this Sunday. It's his first solo. That should cheer him up.”
Iruka lifted his head up, giving the pastor a small smile. “Yeah. What he needs is Christ right now,” he nodded. “Okay, I’ll give him his space for now, then go up and help him practice.”
Kakashi nodded as well. “That sounds good.”
“I don’t wanna fucking be here.” Sasuke grumbled as he and his family walked into the large gospel church. They themselves were two hours late, so they were the only ones in the hall.
Deidara gasped before smacking him upside the head. “I don’t care who you are Sasuke. You don’t swear in the house of the Lord!” Sasuke held his head in pain as he glared at the blonde. Deidara easily met his glare with one of his own. “That’s not something you do Sasuke. Plain and simple!”
“It’s true,” Fugaku added. “You can act however you want outside, but this is a highly religious place. Here you will act with respect.”
Sasuke turned to argue, but quickly backed down when he noticed the angry glares his family were sending his way. He crossed his arms and pointedly looked away. “Whatever.” He muttered.
Mikoto smiled while Fugaku nodded. Deidara gestured for them to follow him as he looked for seats.
“Now otouto,” Itachi whispered to Sasuke after they’d been seated. “I just wanted to let you know that finding Jesus isn’t the only reason you’re here today.”
“Oh? What other means of torture is Deidara planning on putting me through today?” Sasuke grumbled angrily.
Itachi chuckled. “Actually, he just wanted you to meet someone.”
Sasuke looked at him. “Who?”
“And now,” the pastor said, interrupting their conversation. “It is my great pleasure to introduce the choir, with Naruto Uzumaki as this month’s solo!”
The room was suddenly alive with heavy applause. The choir silently walked onto the stage. Sasuke couldn’t care less.
That was, until one look at the stage instantly made him change his mind.
Itachi followed the boy’s line of vision and smiled. “We’re here for Naruto Uzumaki,” he told him. “You’re going to meet him.”
Sasuke’s jaw dropped as the choir began to sing. But the real surprise came when a whiskered blonde made his way to the mike. Once he began his solo, Sasuke could do nothing but stare in complete shock. When Naruto hit a particularly high note without a single hitch, the raven was up and out of his seat in an instant.
The people around him stood as well, thinking that he was giving the boy a standing ovation. Itachi took to standing as well, patting his brother on the back lightly. Sasuke suddenly muttered something that he couldn’t quite catch. “Come again?” he asked.
“We’re here to meet an angel?” the raven whispered. The older Uchiha’s eyes widened just a fraction before he grinned at his only brother.
“Yeah,” he nodded as Naruto finished and bowed, flashing the audience with a brilliant smile. “Yeah, I guess we are.”