Title: Wrong Conclusion

Prompt: Grounded

Summary: After getting grounded, Mamoru Uchiha hears some very interesting things that causes him to arrive at a wrong conclusion….

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

Rating: T

I slouch, and look down on the ground, not wanting to meet her eyes. My hands are clasped behind my back and I bite my lip, waiting for the oncoming punishment.

"You're..."

Please don't say it please don't say it please don't say it pleasedon'tsayit

"Grounded."

Nooooooooooooo!

I groan and throw my head back, letting go of my hands. "But mom–"

"Don't give me your excuses! You know perfectly well you can't go around beating people up!" I finally look at her, her hands on her hips and her green eyes sparkling with anger. "I don't care what your excuses are, but you are not going anywhere for a week!"

"But mom, he was making fun of my hair!"

"Mamoru Uchiha, if you make one more complaint I will personally drag you to your room and tie you to your chair for the rest of the day."

I gulp, holding my tongue as she continues giving me a threatening glare. I don't want to test her. The citizens of Konoha still talk about the day she threw my father into the Hokage Monument. You can still see the crater from a mile away.

"You are staying home the rest of the week, understand?"

"Yes mom." I grumble, stalking up to my room.

The minute I'm inside, I close the door and groan, flopping onto my bed. Honestly, I don't see why I should be grounded for protecting my dignity! If I let just anyone make stupid comments about my hair, then it would never stop!

I run my fingers through my hair, groaning into the mattress. Of all the genes to inherit from my mother, I get her pink hair. I mean, pink hair's nice on her (not that anyone would say anything different, or face her wrath) but she's a girl. A girl! Am I a girl? No. I'm a boy. A man!

And I don't need people questioning my manliness because of my stupid pink hair!

I flip over and groan again, hopefully loud enough for my mom to hear. Maybe if she's in a good mood, she'll let me off the hook.

Seriously, of all the parents in the world, I get the most stubborn, most hardheaded ones anyone could imagine. Not to mention they're famous. And they were on the same team as the Hokage. And everyone remembers them as the two of the three on Team 7, the team that kicked ass in the Fourth Great Ninja War.

And they somehow expect even more from me.

At least, my dad does.

Another groan. I hope mom's hearing this. It's her fault.

It's not like I'm a bad ninja. I mean, I managed to activate my Sharingan last year, when I was twelve. And I mastered my father's famed Chidori a few months ago, pretty impressive seeing as I'm only 13. Not to mention I've pretty much perfected every single fire jutsu the Uchiha clan has to offer. And I managed to pass the Chunin Exam a month ago, too. In fact, Konoha considers me the prodigy of my generation.

But the problem with being an Uchiha? The world expects you to be super awesome. Not just awesome – super awesome. Being a prodigy just isn't enough anymore. It's pretty much the norm for an Uchiha to be one. I mean, you have my dead uncle, Itachi, who was named a prodigy and one of the most powerful ninja of all time. Heck, he helped save the world as a reincarnated zombie! Once the news got out that he massacred my clan for the sake of the world, the village hailed him as a hero. And then we have my dad, who's well, the legendary Sasuke Uchiha. No need for explanation.

I think people expect me to save the world from total destruction or something.

Oh wait, dad pretty much did that.

Shit.

I hate being grounded. Too much time to think.

Maybe I should go talk to mom. If I apologize, she'll probably cut my grounding short.

I stalk up to the room, taking small steps. I can do this. If I catch her at a good mood, I can tolerate the lecture and escape. Maybe if I say–

"Uhhhhhhhhh…Ohhhh…Oh! OH!"

I frown, the noises stopping my train of thought. What was that?

I hear a bang, and I jump, instinctively reaching for my kunai in my pouch. Did it come from my mom's room?

"Please! PLEASE!"

Oh my gosh, I think there's someone in mom's room! That was mom's voice! Is someone there? Is she being tortured or something?

"Oh! Ahhhhh! Please! Ughhhhhh!"

I freeze and panic. Mom's being attacked! No!

I dash into the room, slamming the door open, kunai in hand…

…and see my mom and dad in an…interesting position on the bed.

Oops.

"Mamoru!" my dad says, climbing off of my mother as she hurriedly grabs a sheet and covers herself with it. "Wh-what…"

My father? Sasuke Uchiha? Speechless? This has got to be a first.

"Mamoru, what are you doing here?" My mother says calmly, although she's fire-engine red and still clutching a sheet to her chest.

"Ah…uh…I was wondering…you know…grounded…sorry…" The whole spiel I had been practicing five minutes ago has disappeared.

"Well…ah…okay. If you're really sorry, then you can, ah, you can go out starting tomorrow then." She says, glancing at my father, her face flushed.

"O-okay."

I sprint out of the room, trying to erase the horrible, ghastly image from my mind.

Dammit. I knew I said wanted to catch my mom at a good time, but not that good of one!

a/n: Okay, not much Sasusaku, but I wanted to explore how it would be like for an Uchiha kid with super high standards. Please review!