A/N: Hoorah! My second fanfiction! I had originally planned this to be a oneshot... But I got somewhat carried away. I wanted challenge my writing abilities by trying to develop a style that imitates Sasuke's characteristics... And the result? A soon-to-be three-chapter fanfiction. Excuse Sasuke's haughty tone and shoot me, I think I went overboard. Still, Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Sasuke (and his pressuring family members) are all created by Masashi Kishimoto, SERIOUSLY, only a genius can think up of a character like Sasuke! Oh, rabid fan girl moments online are so rare for me, so I beg your pardon.

As he stood on the rocks, the waves crashed before him but he felt like he had succeeded

As he stood on the rocks, the waves crashed before him but he felt like he had succeeded. He understood everything now, and even though it had hurt him more than anything, he couldn't feel revenge or sadness anymore.

He closed his eyes and the past that had once wounded him have now become distant, although one memory that had remained hidden in his mind has now emerged clearly.

I was born into a clan of greatness that ensured the safety of Konoha and my name was Uchiha. Uchiha Sasuke.

I was born into a clan where I was only a 'second best' – a mere paper fan next to a ball of fire – and my attempts to please my father only resulted in increasing the flame's glow. But that 'flame' was my brother, Uchiha Itachi, the prodigy who graduated from the academy at age seven, who became a chunin at age ten, who became an ANBU squad leader at age 13.

The benchmark was set, and I knew I could not surpass my brother's skills. But still, I used him as a goal – an excuse to tell myself to train harder – and to hope that one day my father would acknowledge me.

I often trained as much as I could, rotating from routines that improved my accuracy to routines that rained my chakra control. I would even train during recess on days at the academy, grasping every opportunity to perfect myself.

At first, a few of my classmates would join me in my training, testing their own strengths, but the all soon got bored of me and left me in peace.

I didn't care.

On one of the days, I was practicing a collection of jutsus that brother had previously shown me. The training grounds were empty, as all of my other classmates had shot off to the playground the second Iruka-sensei had us dismissed from class. I was sort of enjoying my own company when a voice startled me. A girl's voice.

"Hello," came the clear, confident voice behind me.

I sighed. Another silly admirer. Mother had banned me from calling them 'fangirls' because she said I was rude and that I might give them an inferiority complex or something.

I turned to face her, rolling my eyes and putting my hands down from a mid-seal.

"What do you want?" I said.

The girl smiled at me, twisting a lock of pink hair with a failed attempt of being cute. I immediately recognised her as Haruno Sakura, though not particularly at will, as the group of fangir – admirers – would always introduce themselves to me at least sixteen times per day to make sure I would remember.

"May I please…"

I dreaded it to be the 'can-I-be-your-girlfriend-line'. Heck, we were seven. SEVEN!

"… watch you train? I won't make a noise, I promise." Her green eyes brimmed with sincerity, with hands clasped together behind her back.

Another failed attempt. An epic one, I rudely added.

I shrugged and replied, "Feel free," and saw her suppress a delighted squeal before sitting against a tree.

I slipped a kunai out of the pouch that strapped firmly to my thigh and continued with my training.

At the end of recess, she kept her promise of not interrupting me and extinguished all signs of typical acts.

I swear I don't know how she did that.

But another thing that I also realised (through the corner of my eye) was that Sakura-san was truly enthused with my training – not just pretending the way I imagined, and I felt a pang of pride and happiness.

And I swear I don't' know how she did that.

To be Continued...

Kukukukuku... Have I got you hooked yet? Please review, look out for the next chapter, and THANK YOU for reading. .