Orange Crush

Here is the latest chapter of ‘Orange Crush’ from time to time I wanted to give you guys brief flashbacks into the characters pasts, this will help to explain why certain characters feel the way they do about others. In this flashback, it partially explains Naruto’s first meeting with Itachi and Sasuke. Certain information, like what Sasuke’s powers are, is omitted because now isn’t the time to release what they are. Let’s just say, it isn’t just Sasuke having premonitions… there is something more their and it has to do with alternate personality Madara… that might not be a personality after all. More later, in meantime, thought its brief… I hope you enjoy the flashback.

Orange Crush Flashback-Gods and Monsters by KitsuneFun

Itachi: (glares) why am I always depicted as the bastard… I have feelings you know…

Really? (Smirks) like your pedo feelings involving a certain blonde cutie…

Itachi: (blushes) it’s not what you think…

Ah… so you didn’t tattoo Naruto’s Honey-Pot on your tushie?

Itachi: O.O who told…

(Taps chin) I think it was a certain blue-skinned fish-man that will remain nameless…

Itachi: KISAME YOUR DEAD (runs off to confront Kisame)

lol

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto, that honor is held by Masashi Kishimoto (lucky sob)

It was the hottest day of summer, and Itachi could feel the sweat rolling down his back as he sat kneeling on the ground, thanks to a chokehold his brother had placed him in since they had started their fighting session in the AFF building’s training yard.

Staring up at his brother now, from the corner of his eye, Itachi could feel a tremor of fear race up his back at the look of absolute evil on the younger boy’s face.

He didn’t know when it had started, but Sasuke had turned from a happy-go-lucky younger brother to an evil psychopathic genius, ever since Sasuke had come into his own powers at the tender age of 5 years old.

“Brilliant…” Itachi could feel his muscles begin to cramp up as Sasuke increased the pressure on his back. Upon hearing the praising words directed towards his younger brother, Itachi looked up beseechingly at his father’s pleased countenance hoping the older man would tell Sasuke to get off him, and make the pain stop.

Itachi’s hopes were dashed as he stared into those unforgiving red eyes of his father, staring down at him like Itachi was worthless for even trying to fight against his youngest sibling. Itachi knew without asking that his father was disappointed in the fact that his oldest son, couldn’t even win at a simple, hand-to-hand, combat-test of skills.

It was embarrassing that Sasuke, who was only 8 at the time and four years younger than Itachi, could easily beat him. (The didn’t call Sasuke a genius for nothing) Closing his eyes in defeat, Itachi waiting for the inevitable time, when his brother felt he was sufficiently humiliated, before Sasuke finally let him go.

The sudden release with an, “Oomph...” coming from Sasuke, was Itachi’s only clue that something wasn’t going as planned, that feeling only increased when he felt a warm body pressed against his own. The feeling of another body touching his voluntarily, and not in an evil way, made Itachi involuntarily moan out in surprise.

“Let him go bully…” Itachi opened his dark eyes in shock and stared up at a face, he could only describe as angelic. From the younger boy’s slightly chubby face (that was due to the child’s lingering baby-fat) to the impossibly large blue eyes that were surrounded by a halo of golden curls, that were more chaotic in appearance than controlled, as if the child didn’t care whether or not it was perfectly coifed.

Itachi watched as those accusing eyes, that had been looking at his brother, turned towards him in an apologetic way, “My dad will learn about this… are you ok?”

Never in Itachi’s life had anyone ever put his life above anyone else’s including his younger brother’s own, not even his family. It was because his family felt, as a ‘Super’ coming from a established family, Itachi was a useless addition to society because all he could do with his powers was destroy things.

It was nice to finally be acknowledged in a way that wasn’t hurtful. The need to open his mouth and thank his blonde-haired angel was at the tip of Itachi’s tongue, but the words seemed lodged within his throat, and he ended up making a gurgling sound in response, which made the blonde angel in front of him smile and give a slight laugh.

Sasuke sat staring, at the scene happening between his brother and the cute blonde his age, with clenched fists, “Tell him to let go of Itachi, Otousan…. We weren’t done fighting!” Sasuke wouldn’t admit that he was jealous that the blonde’s attention wasn't directed towards him.

Sasuke’s outburst was ignored, as he father kneeled down in front of blonde and gave him a rare smile, “Don’t worry Naruto-kun…” he lifted a hand to ruffle through the blonde’s soft golden spikes affectionately, “I was only letting them practice… they weren’t really trying to harm one another,” he turned to look Itachi in the eye, as if to warn him about saying otherwise, “Isn’t that right… son?” the last word he said as if it was an afterthought, that the older man had only mentioned for Naruto’s benefit.

Itachi reluctantly nodded his head, and looked towards the ground as he answered. He didn’t want the blonde; his father named Naruto, to notice his look of pain, knowing his father would punish him later for it, “Otousan’s right… we were only playing.”

“Of course…” Fugaku stated clapping his hands, as he stared down his nose in mock approval of his oldest son’s efforts, “Its so they both can have a chance at becoming future AFF members like you Naruto-kun.”

Normally Naruto would agree with the man his father called Fugaku Uchiha, but he had a feeling they were hiding something from him. It was a feeling that he learned to listen to since it usually was correct.

A look of indecision creased Naruto’s brows as he stared between both Fugaku and Itachi as though trying to make sense of the odd looks they gave one another, it was almost like nether liked being in the other’s presence, “A game?”

“Yes… Dobe…” Sasuke smirked in triumph as the blonde’s eyes widened and jerked in his direction in shock at being called an idiot in Japanese.

“What did you call me?” Naruto was shocked by the younger boy’s attitude; no one had ever mentioned anything, but nice things in his presence. So it was surprising to hear something completely different from a complete stranger.

Naruto let out a growl as he gingerly let go of Itachi, before standing up and facing Sasuke, eye to eye, “Take that back Teme!” The only reason he knew that particular word was because he had overheard it one time being directed towards his Grandpa Jiraya by his Grandma Tsunade when the older man had returned home one evening covered in mud and stinking of booze.

Sasuke’s eyes narrowed in response to the cuss word, “What did you call me?”

Sticking his tongue out at Sasuke, Naruto gave him an airborne raspberry, “And you call me an idiot…”

Annoyed at having his words thrown back at him, and by someone that was clearly not a genius like him, made Sasuke angry. Leaning close to the blonde’s face till their noses touched, Sasuke opened his mouth to give Naruto a piece of his mind only to feel an oddly pleasurable spark shoot up his spine due to touching the other boy’s skin so briefly.

It was something Sasuke had never felt before, and he was immobilized by the odd feelings overcoming him, leaving him at a loss for words.

What Sasuke didn’t expect was for the blonde to push him away as if he was burned by Sasuke’s touch, “Don’t touch me… I don’t like you, Sasuke.”

Fugaku tried to salvage the apparent situation happening before his eyes, but Naruto ended up running from the training room, in a blur of orange movement towards the gate that lead outside the training room, before he could say anything to the contrary.

“That went well…” Sasuke heard the sound of sarcasm in his father’s voice before his father turned to look at him disapprovingly, “I only hope this doesn’t blow your chances of joining their group Sasuke…”

It was common knowledge that only the most powerful of Supers had the chance of ever making it into the Asian Freedom Force, and it was Fugaku’s wish to finally have an Uchiha within their ranks, and he believed that wish could be fulfilled with Sasuke unlike his brother. But it might not happen if the son of the leader of AFF hated Sasuke’s guts.

Fugaku turned to look at his oldest son, by 4 years, and gave the boy a brief nod, “Thanks to Itachi, we might have a chance with Naruto-kun after all, maybe your brother could convince him to like you Sasuke.”

Itachi would rather swallow live coals than to allow his brother to have something that could be exclusively his, but he only nodded knowing his father wouldn’t allow him to do what he wished.

It was the first time Sasuke had ever lost to Itachi over anything and it made the older sibling pleased that he managed to accomplish something his genius brother couldn’t. He became hopeful that more events would happen to tear both Naruto and Sasuke further apart, leaving the angel to him.

Itachi was surprised when his hopes were later realized, as within a year, a dampener was placed on Sasuke’s powers rendering him useless to his father’s dreams. But not only that, all of Sasuke’s memories till then were erased, making his younger sibling believe he had no powers to begin with. The fact that Sasuke couldn’t remember anything, helped to ostracized his brother from Naruto whose own memories were suppressed of Sasuke. This was in order to make sure Sasuke would never be tempted to let his uncontrollable and dangerous powers loose.