A life that I will change Book 1-3

His classmate jumped up abruptly, burning with some kind of frenzied enthusiasm. Sasuke was surprised to notice that he looked better after eating: his eye wasn't swollen shut, there was just an abrasion, and there was a scab on his lip.

"Yes! We'll definitely teach them a lesson with you!" Uzumaki smiled broadly and somehow bloodthirsily, slyly narrowing his eyes. "I have a plan!"

Sasuke wondered what kind of plan it was. Judging by his behavior at the Academy, it should have been just "he came out of the bushes into a clear field, challenged and attacked," but when Uzumaki voiced his idea, his eyes almost popped out.

And he thought this guy was stupid?!

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In the evening, Itachi praised Sasuke for the fact that, being able to make only illusory clones, he worked well with Naruto in the team, catching up with three hooligans of mystical horror, from which they almost shit their pants and vowed never to offend the little ones or attack three on one again.

Sasuke remembered with a smile how they found those guys in the forest. Naruto came out to them with a pathetic speech that he was the evil spirit of this forest, who possessed the boy they had beaten to punish them. Perfectly depicting howls and slightly rolling his eyes, besides showing a slight disorientation of the body.

At first, the boys didn't believe him and decided to beat him up again. But at a certain point, when Naruto touched each of them, Sasuke, sitting in ambush in a tree, made illusory clones of these bullies. And semi-transparent ones.

It looked like Naruto had pulled the souls out of the bodies. And he threatened to take them away if the boys didn't come to their senses and obey everyone they offended. And then three almost grown-up guys on their knees begged for forgiveness from the "spirit of the forest" and asked for their souls back. Sasuke, at Naruto's sign, "placed" the illusory clones on objects and dispelled them. And Naruto made an illusory clone of his grandfather Sawada, a formidable old man with scars and a full beard, who seemed to "come out" of Uzumaki and, wagging a finger at the bullies, also disappeared into one of the trees.

The show was a success. Naruto played that he "woke up after moving in," those guys almost kissed his hands, and then ran away to "apologize to the others." Naruto Uzumaki amazed him, and thinking about him, Sasuke smiled.

Part 1. Chapter 5. Premonitions

"Mom, do you know what my father thinks of me?" Sasuke asked at breakfast. They ate together this morning. His father went to work, and Itachi slept off the night mission.

"I think he's proud of you." Mom smiled, turning around.

"And if I ask him, will he let Naruto come to us?" It's been a week and a half since they "accidentally met" in the woods, and since then their friendship has been gaining momentum. But Sasuke was no fool, and almost immediately noticed that if Naruto was mentioned, it was not in the presence of the head of the family.

He really wanted to introduce his friend to his father and get his approval. What would happen if Fugaku-too-san didn't accept Naruto, Sasuke tried not to think. Of course, he had friends in the clan-Yumiko's cousin and Kazuki's second cousin. He enjoyed playing and training with them, but Naruto, unlike Rodney, was completely different. Sasuke had fun with him. They came up with all sorts of pranks and managed to practically avoid getting caught. At the same time, Naruto demonstrated excellent skills in disguise and covert penetration, so Sasuke initially puzzled over why his friend was lagging behind at the Academy. I haven't looked closely at the differences in teaching methods yet.

The teachers, and especially Iruka-sensei, constantly ridiculed Naruto, ironically commenting on every wrong thing he said or did, called him a fool, made it difficult to concentrate, and tugged. He puffed and blushed and couldn't do anything, and usually there was a "puff" and a friendly laugh from the class.

If the same exercise was performed by someone else from the future Shinobi, the teachers were calm, gave time to think, patiently corrected, praised or told what was being done wrong, and helped to fix it.

There were separate classes in the clan where Sasuke and other Uchiha were taught the basics of clan genjutsu techniques. And he came to the conclusion that what the teachers at the Academy were doing to Naruto was something like mass hypnosis: the formation of a common idea that Uzumaki was a loser and an idiot capable of nothing. And the most amazing thing is that he is an Uchiha himself, but he also succumbed to a low-level technique that used not chakra, but just words.

And in ordinary life, when Naruto didn't seem to be doing anything special, he was constantly getting hurt. Even at the market, where he himself wanted to buy something with the weekly allowance given to him by the Third Hokage, the Uzumaki were bullied, scolded and could beat up. And if they sold something, it was at exorbitant prices. It is not surprising that he was starving, despite the fact that the amount given out made it possible to buy enough food. That's what Sasuke did the last time. Naruto almost danced with joy when Sasuke came out of the market with a huge bag of food without spending even half the money. There was enough for apples, and for several fried squid, and for a piece of baked pork, and not just for the cheapest custard noodles.

A few days ago, terribly embarrassed and shy, Naruto asked to show a few "tricks", and Sasuke was surprised at his friend once again. Despite the fact that he was covered in dust, Naruto repeatedly stood up and asked to see more. Sasuke realized that he had found the perfect sparring partner. His brother almost always had no time, he had missions. Of course, Itachi showed him some techniques and taught him how to throw weapons, but he was still an adult and always stronger. Yumiko and Kazuki got tired quickly and were a year younger than him, studying with each other more often. And Naruto was hardy, very hardy, and learned fast enough. After an hour, the "bruiser" was able to put a block and, somehow cunningly twisted, nevertheless got Sasuke once.

During the week, he took some of his belongings to his new friend. Naruto was skinny, less than half a head, and his trousers and T-shirts, which Sasuke himself had grown out of last year, suited him. Mom supported this initiative, but she first stripped off all the clan patches, if any, from her clothes. Naruto was very happy with the "new clothes" and finally got rid of his two stretched, faded, darned-darned T-shirts and shorts, which Sasuke could not look at without shuddering.

"Tomorrow is the day off and there is no need to go to the Academy. Today we could come to dinner and then spend the night in the garden in a tent...."

He continued his thought, but stopped when he saw his mother's expression darken.

"Clan meeting the day after tomorrow evening..." Mikoto-kaa-san muttered. "Let's not rush it yet. Fugaku is very busy right now. Maybe a little later?"

"Okay," Sasuke muttered. No one was going to tell him about Naruto's secret, but he decided to solve it on his own. Sasuke finished his breakfast and heard the door to Itachi's room slam softly. It was almost impossible to hear the footsteps of a real Shinobi.

Sasuke went out into the hallway and saw that his brother was going somewhere, putting on his shoes.

"Nii-san! Can you help me train with shuriken after the Academy?" Itachi hadn't been paying much attention to him lately, and Sasuke decided to try his luck ahead of the weekend.

The older brother turned around:

"Sorry, I'm busy. Ask your father about it...."

"But he said that you're the best at handling shuriken, so I want you to train me! Don't treat me like an annoying child!" Sasuke tried to put on a smart face so that his words would be taken seriously.

Itachi seemed to get into it and beckoned him over. But when Sasuke came up, he poked his forehead with his fingers again.

"Forgive me, Ototo, some other time." Sasuke wanted to protest, but froze, staring at his brother's thoughtful and very sad face. A second later, Itachi froze, got up and left the house.

"Well, as always," Sasuke muttered, rubbing his forehead.

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Itachi didn't come to dinner. Sasuke was drinking tea, wondering what they were going to do at Naruto's and where they could go at night. His new friend had said something about a cemetery....

Mom, compensating for the fact that she couldn't go to them, allowed Sasuke to spend the night with a friend himself. I have already prepared a backpack with a sleeping mat and pajamas. And Naruto, having heard about the honor in the afternoon, hurried to his room after school and said not to hurry, because "we urgently need to clean up."

Sasuke hadn't been to his house yet, but for some reason he imagined the chaos and destruction inherent in his new friend there. However, it may turn out that Naruto will surprise you again, turning out to be a meticulous cleaner....

His father was already at home and also had dinner and was drinking tea.

"How are you doing with your workout?" The head of the family asked Sasuke, who was dreaming. "Did you ask Itachi to help you with the shuriken?"

"Yes, but my brother hasn't been paying attention to me lately," he replied.

"Itachi is a bit weird," His father said thoughtfully, shaking his head. "He's the kind of guy who doesn't like talking to people."

"Why?" Sasuke was surprised. Itachi always talked to him a lot.

"I don't know. Even I, his father, can't understand him...."

It seemed strange, but Naruto was probably already waiting for it, so Sasuke waved off his parent's words. There has been some tension in the family lately. Itachi rarely ate with them when his father was in the house, somehow it always turned out that way. It was as if the two of them were avoiding each other. Sasuke received a bundle of food from his mother and, picking up his backpack, ran towards the boiler station where Naruto lived, sincerely hoping that this misunderstanding in the family would resolve itself, because his brother is very good and has always been his role model.

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After almost a sleepless night in the evening and spending a day off with Naruto, Sasuke decided to go to bed early. Tomorrow, when there's a clan meeting, Mom let him stay out late again, so he decided to get a good night's sleep. But he was awakened by loud voices. In the room, his father and Itachi were talking in raised tones through the wall. Sometimes there was a third voice trying to calm them down, his mother's.

Sasuke got up and walked around the house, as the entrance to the adjoining room was on the other side of engawa.

"Why don't you want to go to the clan meeting tomorrow night?" His father was angry.

"I have a mission," Itachi's voice wasn't very loud, but Sasuke heard him well.

The light was off in the room, and he put his ear to the door of the shoji in surprise, not daring to look into the dark room where his parents and older brother were arguing.

"What kind of mission?" His father exclaimed in a way that made Sasuke's heart skip a beat.

"I can't tell you. A secret mission," Itachi imagined his lips tightening and his eyes closing, as they always did when someone started arguing with his brother.

"Itachi, you are the connecting thread between our clan and the village. Do you understand this or not?!"

"I understand."

"Then do your best. Come to the meeting tomorrow" The father repeated insistently. Sasuke didn't understand the need for this, he had heard some adults gossip that they just sat and discussed the same boring things at these meetings. If a brother has a mission, what's the need to be at some boring meeting?

"Sasuke," Itachi said suddenly, apparently sensing his presence outside the door. "When you're done in the bathroom, go to bed."

Him had to look into the room and say yes.

"Why aren't you in bed?!" My father jumped up and headed for the door. "Go to bed! Now!"

Sasuke hurried back to his room.

His heart was pounding like crazy, he had never seen his father so angry.

Part 1. Chapter 6. The Terrible News

"Our father thinks only of you," looking at the report card for the last month of study, Sasuke muttered.

He and Itachi were sitting in the courtyard, on the porch of the house — his older brother called there when Sasuke unsuccessfully tried to show his excellent grades for a month of study to their father. But Fugaku-too-san was somewhere in his thoughts and did not pay any attention to his youngest son.

"Is it unpleasant for you?" Itachi asked, leaning back and staring at the setting sun. "Never mind, it's common that many people hate ninjas."

"But... you say that," Sasuke looked at his brother with concern. There was clearly something wrong with Itachi. An absent-minded look. An unnatural smile. And this relaxed pose... "You and me..."

"Being perfect is not easy either," Itachi smiled falsely again, which made Sasuke's insides freeze. Over time, you become lonely and arrogant, even if you strive for your cherished dream from the very beginning. There are no more brothers like us," the voice faltered.

Sasuke listened with his mouth slightly open.

"I'm like a wall that needs to be climbed...." Itachi's dark eyes, with the shadows beneath them, were serious. "Even if you hate me.... What else is an older brother for?"

Suddenly, Itachi turned around sharply, and Sasuke also noticed the sound of the door opening slightly. Someone came in from the street.

"Itachi, are you here?!" they shouted from the doorway. "We need to talk. Come out!"

His brother got up and walked towards the central exit of their house, and Sasuke slipped in after him. After this strange conversation, my soul felt kind of dreary.

"What do you all want from me?" Itachi asked, pausing in front of the three Shinobi. Two stood on the threshold, and the third remained behind, and loomed behind the backs of his comrades.

Sasuke thought he saw these men in the neighborhood.

"Three people were absent from the meeting. And one of them is you," said the one with the long hair down over his shoulders.

Sasuke, with a beating heart, remembered the domestic quarrel he had witnessed.

"We understand that you are a member of the ANBU and are engaged i n difficult tasks," The long-haired man continued. "That's what your father says. He stands up for you...."

"But don't expect special treatment." a comrade with a bristly crew cut of rather blond hair, especially for an Uchiha, spoke up next to him.

"I see," Itachi inclined his head slightly. "I will consider your wishes. Now go away."

"Let's go," the hedgehog nodded, squinting. "But first, let's ask you one more thing. About Uchiha Shisui, who committed suicide by drowning himself in the river last night."