"I'm emo mommy!" announced five-year-old Sasuke. His mother's eyes widened and she gaped at her son.
"No you most certainly are not!" She snapped.
"Yes I am!" Sasuke argued.
Before his mother could respond, the door slammed and Itachi stalked into the room. Mikoto turned to him in desperation and asked, "Itachi do you think Sasuke's…you know…. emo?"
Itachi surveyed Sasuke with Sharingan eyes and then turned back to his mother. "Looks pretty emo to me," he said, in a monotone voice. Sasuke smirked triumphantly.
"I told you so."
"Itachi! You're creating a bad influence for your brother!"
Itachi looked uncomfortable under his mother's glower. He stomped off to his room and slammed the door, making it quite clear that he didn't want to be disturbed.
"I told you so! I told you so! I told you so!" Sasuke chanted. "I am emo mommy!"
"No you're not!"
"Yes I am," Sasuke protested. "Because Shikamaru said so and everyone says he's a genius! Except I just say he's a lazy ass."
"A…a what? Mikoto was astounded. "You're only five Sasuke, you're not supposed to cuss!"
"Is the what 'lazy ass' is?" Sasuke asked, his eyes saying that he was innocent. "I'm only repeating what the teacher called him! He also called him a stubborn jacka-"
"THAT'S IT! GO TO YOU'RE ROOM!"
"But-"
"NOW!"
So Sasuke stomped of to his room and slammed the door, reminding Mikoto irresistibly of her older son
After about an hour of just sitting there in his room, Sasuke got really bored. He swung his legs back and forth idily, hitting the side of his bed each time. He pulled out a sharp kunai and began trying to carve his name into his wrist.
"S…A…U…C…K…no that's not it!" Sasuke yelled in frustration, crossing it out and causing blood to spurt onto the mattress. (Yes I know he must be very stupid not to notice the pain, but he's only five so….) "S…. S…A…C…U…E…K...no! No! No!"
Sasuke ran into the kitchen where Mikoto was making dinner. He tapped on her elbow impatiently to get her attention. She glanced down at him and smiled, having completely forgotten the earlier incident.
"How do you spell 'Sasuke'?" Sasuke asked, his onyx eyes wide with curiosity. (A/N- awwww just imagine the cuteness!)
Mikoto gently ruffled his hair and still smiling, scribbled it down on a piece of paper and handed it to her youngest son.
"Thanks!" Sasuke exclaimed, happily. He pulled up his sleeve and began carving it in to the only remaining stretch of skin he had left on his arm. Mikoto gasped and snatched the kunai out of his hand.
"Hey!" Sasuke cried indignantly.
"THAT'S IT!" His mother raged. "YOU ARE GROUNDED! AND I'M TAKING AWAY ALL YOUR WEARPONS!"
"You'll never find my hidden kunai!"
"Under the mattress right?"
"Damnit!"
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!"
"Nothing."
"GO TO YOUR & ROOM!"
"Mommy you cussed!"
"GO! NOW!"
"No not the frying pan!"