You are one of God's mistakes

For a day he had almost thought that they would be free.

For an hour he had lived in the belief that they would be together forever.

For a minute he thought that they were meant for each other.

For a second he thought that he was in love…

P r o l o g u e II

He couldn't believe that his parents were making him move. He was beyond happy – this was perfect. He hadn't liked their old place very much, and he had never had a friend back there.

Maybe here he could make a friend?

He turned to his older brother, who was listening to music and spacing off to his own little world. He reached out and poked the older teenage boy, who wasn't fully as happy as his little brother to move.

"What now, Sasuke?" The older teen glared down with dark eyes on his little brother.

"Itachi, how do you … make friends?" Sasuke felt stupid for asking, but he wasn't so sure that he cared – he just wanted to learn how to make friends. He didn't know much about friendship, only what he had seen in movies.

"Sasuke, you foolish little brat. Are you feeling lonely?" Itachi mocked. Sasuke narrowed his dark eyes and looked out through the car window.

"Itachi," their mother, Mikoto, said. "Don't be mean to your brother. Tell him how to make friends." She sounded happy to hear that her youngest son finally wanted some company.

Itachi groaned. "He's a hopeless case, mother. He's socially retarded or something."

"I'm not!" Sasuke threw an ice-melting glare towards his brother. "Father, tell Itachi that he's wrong!"

"You're not only socially retarded and foolish – you're spoiled too."

"Itachi!"

Fugaku, their father, would have stopped the car and made them apologize to one another, but they were there now. He made a sharp turn that made his wife gasp and Sasuke to let out a yelp as he was forced into Itachi's lap.

"This is your new home. Behave," Fugaku simply said and got out of the car. Sasuke climbed out of the car and almost ran after his father, while Itachi climbed out just as gracefully as his mother.

Fugaku and Sasuke were already inside when Mikoto realized that it would start raining.

"Itachi, let's get inside now. Leave the bags in the car." She put a hand on her oldest son's back and shoved him gently towards the door. "Hurry before your hair gets wet."

Itachi shot a dirty look towards his mother, but silently agreed. His long, dark hair would take forever to get dry. They hurried inside.

None of them noticed the blonde skinny boy across the street that was watching them curiously.

To Be Continued