Mada mada:

Okaa-san: mother

Iie: No

Dame: bad, no good

chibi: little

kodomo: child

Otou: father

Last time: Itachi appeared suddenly and without warning in front of him causing the younger of the two to accidentally impinge into him. Sasuke was about to run away again when he was grabbed by his neck with one hand, another gripped his chin, forcing him to look into the superior of the two's eyes. Sasuke's eyes widened as he stared into the now swirling sharingan in his brothers eyes and felt himself blackout for a moment and his vision returned only for him to find...

Himself lying on his back. He couldn't focus for a few moments as his brain registered his surroundings. As he looked about him, he noticed that he was in a brightly lit room. 'So familiar..." His mind was clouded in weariness, as lay there. A soft surface underneath him, the feel of cotton if he was right.

As he managed to focus his mind, he blinked repeatedly and thought "huh? Wait…where am I? What happened and why does my head hurt so much?" He motioned his body to sit up but stumbled back down in his first attempt. His muscles felt sore and used for a moment before just fading, that feeling, it vanished. Without thinking, he forced himself to sit up slowly and scratched his temple in confusion.

'Why is it that I can't remember anything...?'

Looking about the room he found that he had been laying on a bed, the sheets partially kicked off and disheveled from use in a pair of black shorts. As he sat there on the bed trying to recall his previous encounter or at the very least why he felt at a loss for the moment, he heard the sweet, melodic, female voice, that he knew all too well, call out to him.

"Sasuke? Sasuke!?"

He turned his head thoughtfully to the closed doorway which he had just noticed. He heard a knock ring from the other side, the sweet voice continued to call him. Trying to think clearly on this new occurrence he thought 'who is she?' The knocking persisted before he found himself replying "yes okaa-san?"

The knocking stopped abruptly and then she spoke in a motherly tone with a hint of humor laced into the words "my sweet little Sasuke, you should get out of bed. You've been sleeping in; it's time to wake up. I wouldn't even be surprised if you haven't dressed yourself yet. Have you? If you have I'm coming in."

In quick haste he replied "mada mada!"

"I know are you sure you don't need any help to dress yourself?"

"Iie! Dame!"

"Aww I still think of you as my chibi kodomo!"

"Okaa-san!"

A light laughter echoed from behind the closed door as Sasuke frantically searched for a shirt before his okaa-san did decide to dress him, he really wouldn't put it past her. Ten minutes of searching proved to be fruitless, the voice called out from behind the door, "you're going to be late for school at this rate. I have a shirt for you with me right now."

He mentally struck himself in the face, motioning over to the door; he slowly slid the large wooden doorway. Staring at the figure that stood there, he examined her raven hair, rosy cheeks and smiling face as she handed the black t-shirt that bore the Uchiha crest. As he took it from her she asked "are you sure you don't need help?"

"Okaa-san...!"

Quickly pulling the fabric over his head to prevent her from intervening. He did not understand why she still considered him a baby, she knew he wasn't. Succeeding in pulling his head through the neck line and his arms through the sleeves, he turned his attention to her. That motherly smile she always wore, it could warm the heart of anyone who were to catch a glimpse of it. "Come have some breakfast."

Absent mindedly he nodded his head and followed her as she walked down the hallway, pictures of ancestors and present members of his family adorned the walls. He regarded the last one, a family portrait of him, his mother who was smiling sweetly, and his father that had an expression between happiness and anger and his brother who also smiled but to one who knew his personality would know it to be a fake smile.

Why did fear creep into his heart as he regarded that picture, especially when he looked at his otouto?

He quickly shook it off as his okaa-san turned to him.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, Okaa-san."

She still watched him intently, as a mother she knew that Sasuke was trying to hide something from her but what. "Sasuke..."

"Okaa-san, I..."

He stopped for a moment before continuing "I think I had a bad dream..."

"What about?"

"About..."

He tried to think back to the possible nightmare but nothing came. "Umm...n-nothing. It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

She decided not to pry and returned to walking down the hall, Sasuke following closely behind her. Though as he reached the front doors, he couldn't help but think that something was missing or wrong. His thoughts were abruptly interrupted or cut off as he saw someone sitting by the front porch about to go out the door.

He felt an incredulous waved of happiness, admiration and respect for the figure that sat there and before he could think to stop himself, he cheered "nii-san!" The figure turned to him, a smile, a real smile grazed his features as he looked up at the smaller figure that stood behind him.

"Good morning Sasuke...I trust you slept well."

"I did...nii-san?"

"Yes?"

"Can you help me with my shuriken training today?"

"No Sasuke."

"Why not?"

"I'm busy."

"You're always busy..."

"I'm sorry Sasuke..."

"You always say you're sorry."

He motioned for his otouto to come forward and Sasuke found himself walking towards him and like always was rewarded with a gentle poke to the forehead. Sasuke rubbed his forehead, and regarded his aniki as he spoke.

"Why not ask father?"

"You're better than him!"

"Maybe tomorrow..."

"You always say that too and tomorrow never comes."

"I'm sorry Sasuke..."

"..."

"..."

He turned away from his griping otouto as he casually step walked out of the front door, not before passing by his father though, exchanging looks off disgust as he vanished. Sasuke stood angry, confused, saddened and slightly berated. He thought 'nii-san is always busy...'

He sighed softly and continued 'why are Otou and Itachi nii-san in such bad relations with each other?' His Okaa-san appeared behind him whispering "Sasuke, here's your lunch and here are a few tomatoes. Knowing you, you were going to eat these for breakfast anyways so I thought ahead this time and Sasuke..."

"Yes?"

"You're late."

The sudden realization of how long he had just been standing there dawned on him and he quickly took his okaa-san's home cooking and the tomatoes from her as he bolted out the door.

Yay, fourth chappie .. I know i'm losing it now T.T. Decided to put a little more japanese in my story.

Sasuke: It was just a dream, thank god...

Akuma tora: Umm maybe

Itachi: You're not serious, you have any idea how corny that is

Akuma tora: I never said that it was!

Sasuke: so it's not?

Akuma tora: I'm not telling

Itachi: I could force you to tell

Akuma tora: no you can't

Itachi: Really?

Akuma tora: well...

Sasuke: speak!

Akuma tora: Why me...T.T

Working on the next chapter, all shall be explained soon. Gotta run now before Itachi and Sasuke force me to tell.

Itachi and Sasuke: Get back here!

Akuma tora: Eeep!!