Author's Note:Someone (Zoe-so from the lovely land of Argentina) requested a Fugaku chapter and this perfectly fit in where the story is going. It is kind of short but I hope you all enjoy it and let me know what you think! Also let me know if you want any specific people. I know many people like Betty-Hime, Alice and some guests have made some requests. I've been able to include some of the requests but not all yet. I will try to do them but it may take a while depending on the character and where I am going with the plot. Thank you all for reading and the support. Sorry about this long note. I love you all! :*

Chapter 32 – Fugaku's Chapter (Part 2)

The time had come for Sasuke to start applying to universities and figure out what he wanted to do with his life. I had hoped he would take after Itachi and go into a medical career. Sasuke was such a smart boy and would do well as a doctor. He could work with Itachi and get study help from Itachi. We would have two doctors in the family. It would be very good.

"I don't want to be a doctor," Sasuke told me as we ate.

"What?" I looked up from the meal Mikoto made.

"I don't want to be a doctor. I want to play baseball."

Baseball? Sports was such an unreliable career choice. He could get injured, get replaced or not even make a team. It was a child's dream career. He needed something practical.

"You need a practical job not some fantasy," I kept calm.

"You can work on the force like your father or be an accountant. You're good at math," Mikoto was offering up jobs.

"I don't want to be a police officer or an accountant. I want to play baseball," Sasuke was adamant.

"No. It's too impractical," I shook my head.

"Impractical or not, that is what I want to do," Sasuke was so stubborn. I did not like that.

"You are not. You are going to college and do something practical with your life."

"I'll go to college but only to play baseball and then leave there to play professionally. I have no desire for a different kind of job."

"No. You're going to enroll in practical classes like business, accounting or medicine. There's no future for you in sports professionally."

"How would you know? All you know about is policing and ordering people around. You nothing about baseball." How dare he talk to me like that!

"Do not talk to your father that way," Mikoto scolded him. He rolled his eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at your mother!" I snapped at him. He kept a neutral face.

"You're going to pick a practical major and college that had that and apply there by this weekend," I told him.

"Did you tell that to Itachi too? Or is it just the not genius son you have to order around?" He was so smug.

"Don't compare yourself with Itachi," Mikoto shook her head.

"Why not? Yow two compare us all the time. Make sure to make good grades like Itachi. You should be a doctor like Itachi. Be nicer to Sakura like Itachi. Be practical like Itachi. Itachi. Itachi! Itachi! Itachi! I'm not Itachi!" He was yelling at us.

"Enough!" I stood up.

"I've had enough too. I'm leaving," Sasuke stood up and started to leave the table. He thought he could just leave?

"Sit back down. You are not leaving here till we are finished discussing this," I ordered him.

"We'll never finish this. I'm leaving," He took another step.

"Take another step and-"

"And never come back. Fine. Bye," Sasuke walked out.

"Go stop him, Fugaku!" Mikoto yelled at me.

"If he doesn't live her then he is not welcome here. I will not chase him down," I sat down.

"Then I will."

"Don't do it, Mikoto. He'll come back," I assured her. I could tell she did not believe me but she didn't go after him. I was willing to wait. He would come back. He would.