"Sasuke, dear." The soft voice of the mother Uchiha spoke, gently soothing her son with his words. "It's all right, my son. You have nothing to fear. You will never fall behind your brother."

"But mom!" the young boy retorted while cleaning his sniffly nose on his black sleeve, "I won't ever catch up to nii-san! (sniff) He was a chunin at my age mom! A chunin!" The small dark haired-boy accidently stumbled backwards on his bottom to the floor in a cute manner, and then burst out crying because of his 'I'm-such-an-inferior-worthless-boy' mood. "Why must nii-san surpass me mom, why?! He's like an angel in the art of the ninja, never flailing or having conflicts or making mistakes! EVER!"

The sweet and sugary voice of the woman soothed the little boy out of tears,and gently stroked his naturally spiky and silky black hair. "He's not an angel, sweetie. He's just really good. It's just,…your father's not doing a very good job raising you, Sasuke. He needs to realize your still very young and neive." The mother tightly took her son into an embrace and closed her eyes, thinking of something she could use to give the child confidence. "You're such a perfect little boy, Sasuke. You need to know that. At your age, most little ninja children should be learning about kunai's, when you can flip up-side down in mid-air and shoot them on twenty different target's. Of course Itachi is going to be better than you, my son. He's older, has seen the world more than you have and there is nothing you can do except wait for your little body to grow up."

The first thing that clicked in Sasuke's mind was, 'I'M NOT LITTLE!', but he decided to ask his mother Mitoko something more important than that. "Momma, where do angels come from?"

(A/N: I know, this is a sugar sweet moment in the story but I just want to ask: Is it Mikoto or Mitoko? I feel like such an idiot not knowing. Sorry! Continue on! Just read that little paragraph before this again and then skip this.)

Mitoko brightly smiled, delighted her son Sasuke would ask such a question and then bent down to his level and ruffled his hair. "Heaven, my sweet child. They live with God ever so happily forever."

Sasuke ruffled his nose and thought of something he saw in a movie his nii-san was watching, and decided to ask about it. "Momma, do they ever come back to life? You know…fallen angel? That sort of thing?"

Mitoko's eyes filled with joy about this question, because her grandmother Chiyo had told her this tale when she was little all the time. "Yes , they do sweetie. Every year on December 27th, and angel comes down from heaven."

The Uchiha did not question, but was merely satisfied it was true. Angels fell down every year, huh? The young boy looked down at his feet in thought and started to wonder who fell from heaven the year he was born. All he had on his mind when he walked out of the room was, 'I hope they're good-looking just as I am.'

Authoress's note: There is a part 2.