Life Starts Now (Revised) NaruSasuNaru

Never Again (Nickelback)

"Tonight she'll find out how fucking tough is this man"

The Uchihas, when one heard that name they had thought prominence, money, class, looks, elegance, and most of all: the picture perfect family. The thing people failed to remember is that every family has some dysfunction to it, some are just better at hiding it than other. In fact, those that try to hide their dysfunction the most are usually the ones that have the most to hide.

To an outsider the Uchihas were the kind of family everyone wanted to have. They had the father that worked hard, the stay at home mom, and the two boys that were at the top of their classes. To everyone on the outside nothing was wrong, but to everyone on the inside, nothing was right. They were far from perfect.

The things they did were never out of choice; they were out of fear and self-preservation. Uchiha Mikoto kept the house clean in the fear that if she didn't, she'd get beaten once again. It was the same reason that every meal had to be perfect and done at the time she said it would, the time her husband demanded it be ready. Everything had to be in perfect order, or else there would be consequences.

The boys had learned to keep their grades up out of the fear that what happened to their mother or what would happen to them. Uchiha Fugaku always threatened them to hit them and they knew it wasn't an empty threat. They knew that if they stepped out of line or did badly at anything they tried, they'd be in trouble. They were the perfect children, not because they wanted to be, but because they had to be.

Uchiha Sasuke was only eight years old, but he knew the consequences of imperfection. He sat at the kitchen table doing his homework, trying his hardest to get everything right. He had been working on the math problems his teacher assigned. He concentrated, trying to figure out the answer without any help, just as his father wanted and expected. He knew that he couldn't ask for help, not while his father was in the room, so instead he just continued to try to think back on what he'd learned earlier that day.

"Aw, Sasuke there's a little girl outside leaving a present at the door," his mother said as she looked at the window. "I bet she has a crush on you," she smiled at her son before walking over to him and putting her hand on his shoulder.

His face took on a look of disgust, "Ew, girls are gross." He looked at his mother, "I don't want them to have a crushes on me. They have high pitched voices and wear pink." He said it as if they were offensive qualities.

His mother laughed, "One day you will." He just shook his head, disagreeing with her. She smiled at him again, "It's a part of growing up; you'll understand when you're older." She looked at her son, knowing he'd be a little heart breaker when he got older. He had the Uchiha good looks: dark black hair, the matching dark eyes with the pale skin to contrast it. She couldn't help but smile when she realized that he looked more like her than his father, she hoped that he would act more like her too.

Their conversation was interrupted when Fugaku looked at the clock, "I thought that you said that dinner would be ready at six." He had a calm yet threatening tone to his voice. "It's six ten. Shouldn't it be ready?" he asked looking at her in distain. It was a tone that none of them ever wanted to hear.

"It's almost ready, I was just talking with Sasuke," she said as she rushed to the stove. "Just five more minutes," she hurriedly said.

Fugaku looked at Sasuke, not hiding his feelings toward him. It was obvious that he favored his other son. Itachi was the golden child; he had skipped grades and was always the perfect example of what Fugaku thought an Uchiha should be. Despite being at the top of his class, he was a disappointment to his father. He wasn't like Itachi no matter how hard he tried to be. Most parents tried to say they didn't have a favorite child, but his father made it painfully clear that Sasuke would never measure up to Itachi in his eyes.