We Broke The Rules

Chapter One:

It had started raining around midnight.

His heavy black boots sloshed as he walked across the wet concrete. The icy cold stings of the rain fell upon the warm skin of his face, cheeks, and lips. Hot breath came in ragged, and tired. The thoughts of going home were plaguing him again. However, he could not go home. He could not even dream about putting his family in danger, in that way. Not when there were police officers threatening to lock him up under false evidence. He would be damned if he allowed himself to be locked up in prison for someone else's murder!

Twenty years now, and he still could not find anything that would bring him into the innocent light. Everything had been left under him being at the wrong place, at the wrong time. The only one that was found plausible that came to mind in committing such a cold blooded murder.

If it had allowed, he would have allowed himself to be passive, and be investigated. He had not run away from anything, but he was not stupid either. If he had been locked up, he would never be able to be there for his husband, nor their son. They would have locked him up for life just because no one was smart enough to find the real killer. He had no doubt that someone was driving this case for it to fall into their favor and he wanted a fair trial, and fair verdict. He might not have been with his family but he also could not go to jail, especially not when his son had been a one-year-old infant at the time. He yearned every day with the want to see them again, but he could not.

He would not dare risk it.

As the rain rushed even faster, falling like fat drenching bullets, he made his way under the shelter of a tall building. It was still wet, but at least the rain was not hitting him straight on. Scrubbing both his cold hands on the rough material of his worn out jeans, he tried to dry them as best as possible. Swallowing hard, he reached into his pocket and drew out his cell phone. It immediately glowed when he pressed his frozen fingers to the screen, and he did what he usually did when he used his phone.

He logged into the internet, scrolling through headlines of what was happening in the world he had once lived in. His breath caught when he saw a particular image that made his heart clench with so much regret, and loss. But at the same time, pride swelled in his chest. Salty tears soon mixed with the water that was on his face, and he puffed another hot breath.

This was no time to get emotional, really.

But the headlines were clear, and the new buzz electrified the air with new energy. He could already feel it -something was going to change. He chuckled to himself, yes; something was definitely going to change.

Uchiha Itachi, the heir of the entire Uchiha companies has taken his position as the head boss. How is this going to affect consumptions sales, and the technology of today, with a fresh young mind bringing new ideas? Well, we will just have to find out…And many people, already have their opinion to this change…

How indeed, things were going to finally change.

Grinning to himself, he readily pocketed his phone and stiffened when he heard the sound of rushing footsteps. Looking to the side, he noted that a finely dressed woman was being chased by a group of three men. He decided to move further back onto the shadows, trying not to get seen, nor having the intention to help her. He could not even if he wanted to.

"Leave me alone!" the woman cried, stumbling on her high heels shoes for one second before she was gaining speed again. There was obvious fear in her voice and in her eyes. Narrowing his eyes, he tried to recall where he had heard that voice before. The steps came in faster, and then a pain filled cry was leaving her lips.

He suddenly remembered who she was.

She was the one that usually liked to scream and got attacked by her coworkers for her meddling, the annoying secretary that just would never shut her mouth and pissed everyone around her because she was such a suck up. The one known for sleeping with her boss and the reason he recognized her scream, because she was always screaming from behind office doors. She was notoriously known as Anko Hatake, the wife of Kakashi Hatake.

She tripped over her own feet, hitting the cold wet ground hard and then she tried to push herself up, but she was caught. "Please, don't!"

"You know too much," The leader of the gang of thugs hissed, and he had a hard time placing that voice. "You should of stayed out of it all, never should have gone around digging," that voice. It was taunting. He knew it, but for some reason he couldn't place that voice. "What rights do you have with trying to clear up Uchiha Madara's name!"

"You're sick!" she cried, tears were running down her face. "Everything you are doing, besides, you hurt me! Sleeping with that whore for a man, how could you! I can't believe how stupid I was in ever trusting you with anything!"

There was a harsh slap. "Don't insult him like that, you slut!"

Anko clenched her hands and resisted holding her aching cheek."Go ahead, kill me" she dared, her eyes sharp and looking up at the three thugs. Baring her teeth she continued to angrily scream, trying to hide her fear "It won't save you. Someone is bound to figure out what you've done! So go ahead, kill me! Come on! Kill me already!"

The man chuckled. "Trying to get me to let you go, huh, Anko," A gun was cocked and pressed to the center of her forehead. Anko stiffened, but then shut her eyes closed. "Well, nothing can save you now,"

"Just do it already!" She snapped.

That was when suddenly her hand shot up, and she knocked his gun out of his hand. The sound of the bullet sounded loudly. The man cursed, and she tried to make a run for it. But she didn't get far as she was slammed down onto the floor. Anko looked desperate now, her skirt riding high on her legs, but you can tell by the fact that she didn't try to cover herself up that she truly feared for her life. A small knife in her hands flashed just as there was lightning streaking across the sky and she stabbed it down on the shoulder of the leader, who had caught her. She kicked, screamed, and try to wound all of them. Especially the leader whom she managed to stab several different times.

"That's enough!" another, deeper voice sounded. This man held Anko down, smashing her face down onto the cold floor. "Kill the damn bitch already."

The other man took her knife and tossed it to the leader.

"Fine, let's get this over with,"

Anko struggled, for all her life was worth. She looked up, with clear fear. "Don't worry, Madara's name will be cleared and then everyone will know that you were the one who really killed Fugaku!" She struggled again. "You won't even see it coming!" she smirked, suddenly her eyes looking confident.

The man scoffed, not believing her.

"You talk too much," and he moved down to slash her throat open. Blood sprayed around them, before trickling down her throat. He had severed her neck completely. The man hidden in the shadows tried to keep from gasping as the knife was thrown beside her unmoving pale hand, and noticed that all of them were wearing black masks across their faces, and gloves on their hands.

Who were they? He thought he knew them.

No…he did know them. But was this the lead he had been waiting for?

"Let's get out of here." The third man said who had been silent before. The leader nodded, and placed both his hands in his pockets. From there, all three disappeared into the night, but the witness was there in shock.

He didn't dare move any closer to the body.

But he knew now, someone was hiding something and Anko had found out whom! He knew she was the wife of Hatake Kakashi, as well as he knew now that someone had killed her. What was Kakashi going to do now? He was a possessive man. Still, it made no sense. Someone had killed Fugaku and blamed him, Uchiha Madara for it, and Anko had found clues as to whom. She had figured out who had done it and she was killed for it. They were framing him for some reason!

Glancing down towards his pocket, he knew there was only one way to find out.

And that was to wait for tomorrow's news.

Hatake Mikoto stood by the window, looking out into the rain with a longing in her dark beautiful eyes. Tonight was the anniversary of the passing away of her husband, Hatake Fugaku and she wished she wasn't alone to think about it. She really needed a distraction from such depressing thoughts. But this night was just like that night, with the rain, the lightning, and the late hour. It all reminded her back to that night.

Fugaku had called that he was going to be home later than expected. In fact, he said not to expect him until practically the next morning. There was a meeting running, and he had some things to deal with. She was not sure what it was, she just demanded that he hurry and come home as soon as possible. She had been tired, taking care of the house and their son Sasuke had been tiring. Not that she minded much, Sasuke had been a sweet baby that rarely cried unless startled.

However, Fugaku had not returned that night.

The next day, his murder was all over the news, and the police had only one suspect.

Uchiha Izuna's husband, Itachi's father, Uchiha Madara was at the crime scene and the most likely to be the killer. With knowing of their rivalry, and the fact that Madara already looked like a dangerous man, there was no doubt in her mind that Madara had killed Fugaku. On what purpose, you ask, well perhaps on the fact that Fugaku's company had just picked up and was pulling in just a bit more income than Madara's. Or it had been another argument that got out of control. She was not sure, all that the surveillance tape hat had caught Madara on the premises on the time of death just showed him walking in, and then running out.

Clenching her hands, she could not help but to think about her archrival. Uchiha Izuna, the man whom was married to the murderer who had killed her husband. And now to listen to the news, she could not believe them! Wasn't Itachi just twenty-two years old? How can someone so young be allowed to run such a large company.

What was Izuna thinking! Mikoto still felt bitter as she clenched her fist and thought to her own precious son. The day was here, after all. The game was now on, and it was her turn to make her move.

The week after her husband's death, Mikoto and Izuna decided they wanted to play a game. One out of anger for having his husband incriminated, and the other for the anger of said husband having killed her husband and then running away from the truth. The game and the rules were simple. Their sons were never to meet, not until they had taken over their respective companies. Second, their sons would take down the others company, and only one would be the victor.

Walking away from the window, with hardened eyes, Mikoto walked towards her desk. She turned her laptop around and readily ran her fingers over the pad, making it light up. She typed in her password and then allowed the computer to load up her settings. Once that was done, she clicked on the documents files and opened her main folder, brining out a sheet of paper. A paper that was filled with letters arranged in proper sentences, titled, rules. There were at least three pages full of do's and don'ts that she had pressed on Sasuke since he was three years old.

Like Izuna, Mikoto had kept her son out of the public's eyes and Izuna had kept Itachi much the same. In fact, Mikoto and no one else in the world had ever known what Itachi looked like until today. The boy was handsome, that much was for sure. Most of his looks seemed to come from his birth giver, father-in other words Izuna. There was a little bit of his sire in there as well, but Mikoto could not stand to think of that man.

Not when the thought about what he had done, twenty years ago came to mind.

Therefore, the rules had been made. Basic rules from the fact that they did not share same company interest to more complicated ones imposed on their sons socializing. This usually had led to the normal rivalry that their husbands had once kept to make sure that they grabbed up companies and led them out of the other's reach. Bottom line was, and this was probably the only thing that they agreed on, was that their sons were both to follow these same exact rules that Mikoto and Izuna had come up with together.

She looked over the rules document, making sure all twenty-six rules were written to perfection, before saving, closing, and then opening her browser, to email it to her son, Hatake Sasuke. They were rules she kept updated for Sasuke to easily follow, and they were similar to rules that Itachi also had to follow. Rules on how to eat, dress, and act in public, but those were standard rules, above all those rules there were two that she pressed harshly on Sasuke.

There was no dating anyone from the outside circle of the company heirs. Due to circumstances that dating anyone else could lead to immediate danger, usually a life and death situation. This could also bring unwanted pregnancy to the families. This rule could be exempt if the member wished to be dated, or socialized with was not of the circle, but at least someone that was known as a common close friend, approved by mother, of course.

And

There is no dating or making friends from anyone that came from the Uchiha family. Under no circumstances is there a reason to come near an Uchiha, to chat, or even glare at. They are the enemies, and shall remain as such. No contact whatsoever is allowed with an Uchiha.

Two very simple rules that she would be happy in no matter how much of a slob Sasuke decided to be, or how rude he was to others. As long as he followed those two rules, she would be pleased. Along with the rules, she also decided to add a small note that she was going to go visit him in a few days. She had some things to discuss with him.

The lightning outside sounded loudly, and she glanced out the window with a sad look on her face as she watched the icy drops of water drop down to the earth. It was almost as if the night was crying, and she could not sleep. She could not sleep, knowing that her husband was still gone, and that murderer's son was now going to be running the Uchiha companies.

What was the world coming to?

Hey there! Trying out a new Idea and plot as well as hoping that it takes. Hope you all will give it a shot. I'll do my best to make this entertaining as possible. I blame this on me watching case closed way too much now