Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
The administrator had described her oldest son as insubordinate, egocentric and promiscuous. I mean, sure, Misuke may have had a problem with authority, might be a little stuck up, and tired of the same partner quickly. Regardless, the man didn't have to use such crude language when talking about him. Hinata would stand up for Misuke, because she knew he was better- or rather, she wanted to believe he was.
She was parked outside in front of the school, waiting for him. When he was approaching she laced her fingers together, anxious about having to talk to him.
He got in, slammed the door, and hung his head back while closing his eyes. "Drive."
"Ano..could you put your seatbelt on please?"
Misuke opened one of his eyes grudgingly, she knew he didn't speak japanese or chinese or whatever fucking language his parents spoke. So why would his mother still use it around in her sentences? Did she do it to spite him? What the hell was ano anyways?
He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Mom, just fucking go."
Hinata waited a few moments before turning on the ignition and backing up. On the way home, mind you, the school was far from their house, she nudged him again, "Would you, like to talk about what happened?"
He wouldn't particularly like it, but he'd tell her. "The teacher was boring so I left the class with a few friends and some girl, he got mad and told me to start respecting him and get back in the classroom, and I told him to suck my dick."
She winced, though she found it somewhat funny how Misuke stopped talking in his slang when he wasn't around anyone his age. He was capable of forming coherent sentences, despite what the therapist had said.
Fucking Ino..
Her pale hands subconsciously clutched the steering wheel tighter.
Hima started whimpering in the back, probably needed to be fed soon.
"Did you eat anything? Are you hungry?"
"Yes and no."
Yes and no? Did that mean he was mildly hungry or- Oh, she understood, he was answering both of her questions. Hinata nodded, taking a turn to their neighborhood.
When they pulled up in the driveway, Misuke got out without a word, just shut the car door and trudged inside the house. Hinata sighed, taking her seat belt off and helping her daughter out of the child seat.
Hima was drooling over her shoulder when the house phone rang,
She grabbed it and put it on her shoulder, craning her neck a little, "Hello?"
"Temari?" she gaped a little, "Yes, yes, It's me, Hinata."
"Tonight?"
Hinata tilted her neck to glance at the clock on top of the living room, "Seven sounds great. We'll see you then."
"Goodbye."
Hinata hung up, adjusting the baby on her hip, "Misuke," she called softly.
No reply.
She called again, and again. It wasn't until several moments after her fourth and final cry that her son came down the stairs.
"What."
The woman eyed him, Misuke had his large headphones on, blasting music so loud she could hear it from the kitchen. The scowl on his face clarifying he was not interested.
She briefly thought about sending him to the grocery store to pick a few things up, but then she remembered he had gotten his license suspended the week before, she'll just ask her husband to do it. His eyebrows were getting lower as the time passed, evidently annoyed with her stalling.
"Could you clean the house, please?"
He pulled off his beats and set them on his shoulders, tilting his chin as if telling her to repeat herself.
"The house.." She tensed, "Could you please help me clean it?"
Turning his shoulder, he started scanning the messy living room. Toys scattered everywhere, Takun's fucking shoes under the coffee table, his mother's plants wilting away, and his father's books opened and occupying most of the couches. Dirty bitches. Never cleaning shit, leaving it to the OCD son with a knack for tidiness.
He first grabbed his brother's shoes and after carrying them upstairs, flung them into his room.
Hima's toys were next, what the shit? Babies couldn't even see color until they were like..five or something. Why the hell did she need so much toys? Honestly, his younger sister got bored of twenty toys faster than he did with one girl. He threw them all in a nearby bin.
It wasn't his fucking problem if his mom's plants died. He slammed Sasuke's books shut and alphabetically arranged them on the bookshelf.
He looked at the living room again, frowning at the dirty floor. Blowing exasperatedly at a few dark strand of hair from his face, he went for the vacuum.
Hinata watched fascinated as Misuke managed to turn their wreck of a living room into a clean, walk-able environment. If there was anything to thank the Kami about her son for, it was his natural affinity for cleanliness and order.
When he was done, he staggered back upstairs, "Thank you." His mother smiled, genuinely grateful for him.
Misuke only grunted.
Sasuke had come home earlier than usual, grumpily too. He loved work, he loved doing anything other than being at home with his sons.
"I bought the chicken." He set down the grocery bags and went straight to their room. Hinata frowned but continued cooking, she knew he wasn't a fan of company, but he could at least pretend.
It wasn't long until her other son came back from school. Slinging his backpack off his back and on the floor, he sighed tiredly. Misuke was in the kitchen getting a drink when that happened, his hand wrapped around the cup uncomfortably.
"Seriously Takun? I just fucking vacuumed there, pick that shit up right now."
The boy looked at his older brother uninterestedly, "No."
The glass cup almost broke with the amount of pressure Misuke was putting on it, he was tempted to throw it at him. "What the fuck jit, you better put it in your room."
"Language." Sasuke called up from holding their sister.
He put the cup down, "Tell your son to pick up his backpack and put it in his room."
"Maybe I don't want to!" Takun ventured.
"Takun," Sasuke raised a hand to his temples, "just put it in your room."
"Sasuke! Don't yell at the kids!" Hinata yelled from the kitchen.
"I wasn't even yelling." He deadpanned.
But it was too late, the feud had already started, screams ranging from high to low erupted in their house.
"Pick it the fuck up fag!"
"Shut the hell up you're not the boss of me!"
"How many times do I have to tell you to watch your language?"
"Do not raise your voice at him!"
Everyone was mad at everyone now, Hima started crying, Misuke and Takun had their hands in each others shirts, Hinata and Sasuke were at their throats with bickering, and then, the doorbell rang.
Misuke pushed Takun off of him, running his hand through his hair, "Who the shits coming over anyway?"
His mom took Hima and started cradling her, "Old friends from school."
"Great," he sneered sarcastically, getting up to go upstairs, "I'll be in my room, don't bother me-"
"Wow, I didn't know they'd have a son." swooned a new feminine voice.
Every Uchihas head shot up to the door, apparently, the Naras did not have the patience nor the decency to wait for someone to open the door.
Misuke made eyes with the short girl at the doorway, they had already made themselves at home and came into the house. Sasuke gave Temari a dirty look, she only shrugged, "We already knocked, twice."
Impolite bastards.
Shikamaru offered them a sheepish smile, as if silently apologizing for his wife's behavior.
They had a small family, two kids, one girl and one boy.
The boy had short blonde tousled hair, brown eyes and fair skin. His gauges could be seen from beneath his hair. He was also tall, and strangely burly. Probably older, considering the girl wasn't anything above 5'2. Speaking of which, she had black hair with bleached bangs and dyed tips, blue and green. Unbelievably clear teal eyes like her mother. She had a lot of facial piercings too. Septum, nose piercing, eyebrow piercing, snake bites, probably tongue, and just about every inch on her ear was pierced.
Misuke shrugged, while scene wasn't really his style, he could vouch for it. He eyed the girl up and down, she looked about fifteen, whatever he did would be legal until he was eighteen. He stopped himself from going up the stairs and turned his body towards her, "Hi."
"Hi," she smiled. Temari's pimp hand was aching for a slap.
Sasuke already didn't like where this was going, he cleared his throat, successfully stopping their flirting, "Shikamaru, Temari, these are my kids," he cringed at his point, he was so ashamed to call these people family, "Misuke, Takun, and Hima."
Temari quirked an eyebrow, "So this is the new brat everyone's boasting about? She sure is cute." she mused, stroking Hima's thin black hair. The baby cried harder.
Shikamaru flinched at the wails, squeezing both his eyes shut.
"It's nice to meet you," his daughter stuck her hand, Misuke took it gently, not wanting to break the girl.
The boy only put his hands in his pockets when Takun stuck his hand out.
"This is Sudar, and that's Taro." Temari added when she noticed they hadn't introduced themselves yet.
"Sudar?" Misuke titled his head. The girl nodded, "That's a cool name." he mused.
"Thanks," she started walking further into their home, causing the others to follow her, Hinata led them into the dining room.
Once everyone was seated, Sasuke decided to start a conversation, "Your kids seem..rebellious." He didn't quite know the word to describe these children.
"Yeah," The blonde boy finally spoke, "totally badass."
The Uchiha's dark eyes narrowed, was he mocking him? "He go a lot from you, Temari."
"Same goes for you daughter, she's exactly like you." Temari returned.
He didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.
"Burn.." Misuke muttered. Bad thing.
Sudar giggled, "Can you show me where the bathroom is?"
"Sure," Misuke got up, only to be stopped by his mother, "Don't you wanna eat first? I made chicken."
She shook her head, "Sorry, but I'm a vegetarian."
Hinata bit lip, "Oh, well I'm sure I could boil you an egg or something-"
"Actually, I'm a vegan."
Sasuke didn't want Misuke anywhere near this girl. "Would you like an apple?"
Sudar smirked, "Allergic."
This girl was lying. And it was painfully obvious.
Her brother only stared at her, as if bored with her antics, and her parents didn't pay much mind to her. He let out a strangled reply, "Can I offer you some water?" What? Was she on a diet for that now?
Before she could say something sly again, Misuke grabbed her arm and dragged her along with him, "We're not even that hungry, I think I'll just show her around the house."
Sasuke was about to object, when he realized they were already gone, and having them here would probably ruin the dinner.
"Pass me the salad."
He led her up the long carpeted staircase and into a white door, "The bathrooms over there."
She let go of his hand, "Actually, I never really had to go."
"Oh?" He raised both eyebrows, hoping to conceal his smile.
"Show me your room?"
Misuke took her hand again, "Right this way,"
They walked down the hall, into the first door on their left. She had no problem opening the door and strutting in, "Nice place."
His eyes followed behind her, Not as nice as your ass, "Thanks."
She flung herself onto his tidy bed, irking his nerves just a wee bit. The taller boy sat down on his desk chair. "So, uh.."
Fuck. He'd already forgotten her name.
Smirking as he racked his mind to remember, she suggested,"Sudar."
"Sudar, right." Misuke nodded. "Well anyways, what do you wanna do?"
She sat up, placing her palms on her thighs and looked around his room. There were no posters, trophies, or framed pictures. Bookshelves and television were also nowhere to be found. The only things in there were a dresser, a bed, a nightstand, the closet, a desk and a hamper. It was a pretty dull looking room, save for its bright pink color.
How droll.
"How old are you?"
"Old enough." he winked.
Sudar rolled those beautiful eyes of hers, adjusting herself to the edge of his bed. "I'm guessing you're still in school, about eighteen maybe?"
Misuke shook his head, "Close, seventeen. Senior year, you?"
She giggled, "I dropped out of school a long time ago, why don't you?"
It was too late to drop out, he'd be graduating soon anyway. "When, and why?"
"I was sixteen, and my boyfriend, who was in college, told me to run away with him to vegas."
Sixteen? So how old was she now?
"So you ran away in like, tenth grade?" He raised a brow, wary of her answer.
Rolling her shoulders, she replied, "Well no, I started in freshman year, but I stopped after I dropped out, in a few weeks I'll be gone for good though."
"What do you mean?"
Sudar shrugged, "I really can't stand it here, I wanna travel y'know? See the rest of the states, I hear New York is beautiful."
Misuke perked at the mention of his home state, "You'd love New York, I'm from there actually."
"Yeah? Where's your accent?" She pinched his cheek.
He took her fingers off his face, clarifying, "I was born there, we moved here before my little brother was born."
Nodding, she sighed dreamily, "Can't wait to go,"
"Well," he pulled her onto his lap, grinning, "then I guess we should make the most of your time here in Cali,"
"So how old are you?" Takun murmured from behind his fork, the blonde had a hard time hearing him with all their parents' chatter.
He only looked at him, Takun sighed, approaching the question differently, "I'm fourteen, you?"
"You're fourteen?" That was the loudest Taro's voice had been all night.
Takun nodded slowly.
"Dude, you look like you're ten."
He gasped very much like a girl, "Yeah, well you look like you're twenty, how old are you anyway?"
"Fourteen.." The blonde answered in a low voice.
Takun couldn't help but feel a little self concious next to the boy, he was the same age, yet Taro had already been taller, broader, and he didn't have that baby face anymore.
"So if you're fourteen, you're sister must be like.. twelve." Takun began to panic just thinking about what his older brother was doing to the poor girl.
Taro laughed, confusing Takun. "What?"
"She's seventeen."
Seventeen? How?
Takun tried to empathize, "She seems fun,"
"Who Sudar? Yeah, she's crazy." Taro lifted his cup and drank.
Picking at his food interestedly, he asked, "What do you mean?"
The blonde put his cup down and began explaining, "Sudar's gross, she leaves the house without telling anyone, dates older creeps and she's really fucking mean."
"Sounds a lot like Misuke.." he mused.
"Yeah, I'd be careful if I were him."
Takun shook his head, "I think you're worried about the wrong person here, my brothers not exactly a saint."
"Dude, I don't care if he's not a virgin, that's still not as bad-"
"No, I wish it was just that he was banging a different chick every night, but he's a douche bag, gets in trouble with the law a lot, and smokes and drinks."
"Oh..you're not into drugs?" Taro touched the lighter inside of one of his cargos' many pockets.
The Uchiha boy furrowed his dark brows, "No."
Was he?
Misuke decided he never wanted to kiss another girl with piercings ever again. How did it not hurt her? Her tongue piercing poked his mouth uncomfortably, but whatever he would endure it, she was a good kisser.
He let go of her mouth while she ground her hips against his lap, groaning as he lifted his head up. Sudar took that as an invitation to kiss his adams apple, neck, and collarbone.
How far was she going to let him go? She'd literally just met him. He wanted to find out. Supporting her back with one hand as the other swooped down to the bottom drawer on his desk, he slammed a shiny condom on the surface of the desk while he waited for her reaction.
She only raised her thin dark eyebrows, "Not so fast kid, me first."
He was guessing she wanted her own pleasure before she let him fuck her?
"S'all good babycakes, help me with this?" he tugged at the collar of her flannel shirt, she began unbuttoning until her black tank top was shown. Misuke's hands roamed around her hips before moving to her zipper, she pulled his own fly down in the meantime.
Sudar dug her hands into his hair while he got to work on her.
Sasuke chewed his salad painstakingly slow, anything to delay finishing this dinner. It wasn't that he was enjoying their company or anything, quite the opposite. But he had a really bad feeling that the reason his son didn't bring that girl back wasn't because he was showing her around.
Their son cleared his throat, "Hey has anyone seen Sudar?"
"Yeah," Takun agreed, "dinners almost over."
Temari's eyebrows twitched, sure the Uchiha's had a big house, but it couldn't possibly be big enough to get lost and take a while coming back in. She glanced at Sasuke indiscreetly, blaming him.
He noticed, "What?"
She gave him an arch look, nodding to the stairs.
"I'm sure they're fine, I'll check on them right now if it makes you happy." Sasuke said blankly.
Temari got up with him, "Take me with you," He shrugged, pretending to not be as nervous as he really was. Which was impressive, considering he was sweating bullets.
Sasuke led her up towards the staircase, and down the hallway outside of his sons room, as slowly as he could. Knocking twice and about to call for his son, when Temari hastily opened the door and then-
Oh fuck..
All four of them stared wide eyed at each other for a few moments silently. Temari's hands shook with the sheer bloodlust in her veins, Sasuke was ashamed, angry, and a little scared of what Temari planned to do. Her daughter was on his son, hands tangled in his hair while he had one of his hands up her shirt and the other in her pants.
Misuke really didn't know what to do, maybe they'd leave if they stayed still..
"Sudar, get the fuck off that boy."
Said girl sucked her teeth, rolled her eyes, and did just about every gesture to express her annoyance. She got off of him, knowing better than to defy her mother, and walked towards the door. "Seriously mom, we were just-"
Temari made a noise to shut her up, pointing to the stairs. Sudar walked with her head down, murmuring something. "Girl you just met that boy today.." She followed her daughter all the way downstairs, and before Sasuke knew it, the Nara's had slammed the door shut.
Misuke looked at his relieved father, approaching him with his fly open, "Dad, I-"
Sasuke put both his hands up and slowly backed away, thoroughly disgusted and nodding towards the bathroom. "Don't touch me, go wash your hands."
He looked down at his unzipped jeans, fuck a handwashing this motherfucker needed a cold shower.
His dad went downstairs to tell his mom.
After Misuke's shower, he found Takun in the doorway waiting for him.
"You stayed to watch me dress faggot?" He quirked a brow.
His younger brother ignored him, "What happened?" He followed him into his room.
"Second base, and I still can't remember her name." Takun frowned that his brother took this as something to be proud of.
"That's horrible, and I'm sorry."
"S'all good bruh, celebrating tomorrow, I'll forget about my worries."
Puzzled, he began to rack his brain on what tomorrow could possibly be. Saturday? What was so great about this- oh, he almost facepalmed.
420.
"But anyways," his brother stirred him from his self-harassment, "chick was mad easy, I didn't really want her."
"Oh and holy fuck, when I put a finger in I was like aight, so she a little loose, two fingers should tighten her up a bit right? Fucking wrong, that girls been banging since she was probably thirteen."
"Oh," Takun nodded, "But would you still do her?"
Misuke looked at him, genuinely considering it, "To be honest, between you and me, yeah. I'd wreck her shit all night."
His left eye twitched uncomfortably, "Great, well, goodnight."
Misuke didn't reply as he shut the door behind him.
He had a therapy session tomorrow, but he had other plans, or rather-plants.
this has been in my docs for a while, and i finally got around to finishing it.
haha see, sasuke and hinata aren't the only ones with fucked up kids.
and im really tired but
WHYYYYYYY
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