For the record, I own nothing but Sango! Everything else belongs to Kishimoto.
It was a quiet night as a young Uchiha Sasuke walked home from target practice. As he walked through the clan's gates, he noticed there was a commotion by his house. He continued walking, but slowed his pace as he heard the yells of various family members. What's going on? He thought as he neared his house.
"Mother, Father. I'm home from training." He called out working his way through the crowd.
"Oh, hello Sasuke-kun. Your parents are at the center of this whole thing, watching this on-going feud to make sure nothing comes out of this." An uncle said messing with his hair.
Sasuke furrowed his brows. "But what's going on?"
The uncle chuckled. "You'll have to see to know."
Sasuke left the man, a confused look on his face as he continued to work his way to the front.
He worked through the last line of people in front of him and face palmed.
"This is all over a staring contest!" he exclaim, flailing his arms in the air.
"Hello, little brother." Itachi said, not blinking an eye at the young female in front of him.
"Yo, Cockatoo-head." The young girl called hearing her other brother.
Sasuke glared at his younger sister. "I'm not a cockatoo!"
"Be nicer to your elders, Sango." Itachi said, poking her on the forehead causing her to blink.
"AEEEHHHH!" she yelled out. "Damn it all! I hate you Itachi!" she said throwing the table and stomping away.
How am I related to them? Sasuke questioned sweat dropping. He walked to his room to call it a night.
A few years later Sango went to live in Suna, the hidden Sand Village.
The End
Thanks for reading...yea...writers block...*gets shot*
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