The Boy Next Door

Before

It was dull. Life before him was dull. Spending day after day in a constant cycle of; study, eat, sleep, repeat. Sasuke studied until his eyes got heavy, ate meals prepared by fear-filled maids while engaging in strained banter with his "perfect" family, and falling asleep to thoughts of life without routine.

He did other things, of course, he is the second heir to the Uchiha Family fortune after all. Exercise and  training to maintain his physique, business conferences with his father for experience, parties with his mother to scout for potential partners, swimming, tennis, therapy, golf, grooming, student council, FLA (future leaders association), business certification, this, that, this, that, this, that.

A routine so flawless its no longer a routine but a program. And Sasuke was a machine. A monster of his parent's creation. No emotions. No friends. No love. Speak with authority. Head held high. Strong eye contact. Command never ask. Clan first. Bear the Uchiha name proudly. The Uchiha name...bear...proudly...Uchiha name... name...name...name...

DON'T TARNISH THE FAMILY NAME!

That was the main code. Uchiha Clan first. Or at least it was. Before him. Before that storm of a blonde whose hell fire crackled in his wake. Uzumaki. Naruto Uzumaki-Namikaze. This code was a breach. A semantic error that pushed its way in without even knowing. But this breach was welcomed. Welcomed with open arms though the machine had no idea when. This breach brought with him the wrath of the sun, the fury of the oceans, and the thrummings of a demon.

Those lovely eyes stirred things...emotions. Emotions so foreign they were believed to have been wiped from the hard drive a long time ago. Anger, jealousy, greed, lust...love. "The sun was born from sin". A sin. He was a sin. But sin never tasted so great.

"Nothing good will come from mixing with that boy"

The words held truth, but Sasuke didn't know that yet. He didn't know the blonde held such power. The power to control, overwhelm, and take. He was a handful. A shot of raw vodka down the brunette's unready throat.

That blonde was rumored to be trouble, and he was. He was pandemonium, a fire that burned so hot Sasuke couldn't tell who was burning. Beautiful. Beautiful. So goddamned beautiful. Creamy tan skin, lush blonde locks, stunning blue eyes, and that figure, a figure any woman would kill for, and those plump lips full of lies. He was a sin. A sin that paved way to storm.

"Does that make you angry, Sasuke?" To those unaccustomed to Naruto's antics that would have seemed to be an innocent question. But with the quirk of that blonde brow and the small smile adorning his pink lips, Sasuke knew it to be anything but. The question alone had sparked something between the two that neither could let go of. Naruto knew he could incite a reaction out of the older man by asking these questions , what he didn't expect was the night spent together that had followed. Sasuke had known Naruto was a sin, but even then he knew he'd gladly let Naruto drag him to hell.

Life before him was wild. No day was ever the same, and that was the way he liked it. There was always something going on, something that was bound to cause a frenzy; parties, clubs, races, fights, drugs, drinks, sex.

But, upholding the family legacy came first; attending classes, meetings, sitting through grooming and etiquette lessons. He bore his clan name with pride and executed his tasks with grace. He had a reputation to uphold; two of them. But all that pride and grace couldn't mask the crazy.

Naruto Uzumaki-Namikaze. He was the embodiment of chaos, he had a reputation for being unpredictable, the whole clan did. Most business owners steered clear of the entire clan. A horrible mistake. The Uzumaki-Namikaze Clan, though unpredictable, stand at the top of the food chain, right up there with the Uchihas. You can't maintain the top of the game without losing some sanity.