..."nd we're all disappointed, and you should be disappointed too. You were destined for greatness, now what happened to that? You know at this age, all the other little Uchiha's had already gotten their Sharingans..."

He's lying, but I would know. I'm eight, lots of Uchihas haven't awakened their bloodlines then. Haha, definitely not that kid with goggles. What's his name? Uh...I don't remember...you know what, nah, he's not that important.

"You will fall behind, and what's going to happen to your future-"

"Well to be fair as a clone I wouldn't have a future. So your argument's invalid...but hey you're starting to sound like my mother if I had one... maybe I've started to grow on you eh?"

"No. We are just concerned."

"...R-Really Kabuto?"

"Not that way. Focus on your training. You know we spent a great amount of resources to produce you, so we would like to see some productive results rather than have that money go to waste."

Hell, least he loves money like his own child.

" Can't say it's really my fault though. You forgot to take me out of the gestational chamber on time. Two years of development lost, your own mistake. What's that about saving money heh?"

"You still bitter about that? Well actually...back to the point. How could you, the replica of the great Uchiha Madara be so incompetent? You have so much potential, all you need to do is motivate yourself and you will achieve great things. Can't you focus just a little more Nidara?"

Oh fine then, do you want me to add an emotional speech about my hopes and dreams before I go super ninja, or just get straight to the power up. Oh one sec...I'm a stock character.

" You want me to add an emot-"

" Kabuto's right. We're waiting on a lot of results here. But... I could tell you about all the other incompetent little clones my snakes have eaten if you need motivation."

"..."

After an exhaustive day of training, Nidara finally found his way to his room, and plopped onto his cot. He quickly fell asleep and dreamt of a nicer life.

July 8th, 2014:

He was lying on his stomach, flat across the pavement with his two hands covering his neck.

"What are you doing, hiding from a bear? Dude, don't just lie there! We have to get out of here before he comes!"

"B-but- what if I get hit by a bullet after I get up-"

"Are you hearing yourself?! He'll be shooting us at point blank when he's done chasing us. Lying on the ground won't help you at all!"

"B-but I-I can't..."

Clack. Clack.

"Oh shi-"

First birthday:

"Maa, Dada, Aunty, let Jack get the pwesent first. He's smawer."

" Oh they're so cute. Which one's Jesse again? And he's the older one? Oh and so that one is Jack. They look so alike!"

His aunt turned around to fetch Jack's present. She placed it instead in front of Nidar- Jesse.

That wasn't right...

"No! Browa need go first!"

"Oh so sorry! Here you go Jack! You're actually the right twin for this box!"

Fifth birthday:

Jesse gave his lunch money to Jack today. His younger twin had forgot his own. Now Jesse was a bit hungry, but they would soon be home anyway so it wouldn't matter. He'll just gorge when they get home. Anything for his little brother.

There was a small cake that night and he made sure he and Jack got the nicest looking pieces.

Twelfth birthday:

Yeah he knew they weren't anywhere near as rich as the other kids, but that was no reason to pick on him and Jack. Now that he was older, he began to notice little things more. About how the teachers often sided more with the kids who wore nicer clothing, and had nicer stuff to use. The other students could bring them down by words, but the adults wouldn't really step in unless something serious was about to happen. Maybe that was fair if that was how the world works, but he'd do his best to protect his brother and do something for himself to change it.

That night he made a wish on the candle. A promise to himself really. He would make a better life for himself somehow. Yeah, he was going to live a good life one day, the happiest life, and his brother too.

He looked over to Jack. Their eyes met and they realized both had wished for the same thing. They laughed.

Thirteenth birthday:

He made sure Jack got a nicer looking piece. Then he ate the cake, hugged, said thanks and a happy birthday to his family and brother. He went back to his room to study.

Fifteenth birthday:

At school, he was making friends with the smarter kids. Him and Jack stayed close, but Jack had found his niche in sports instead.

He just needed to finish his assignment. If he could keep up his grades, he could get into a good University and make a better life for himself.

"I'll be down in a few seconds." Then it soon was midnight, and he remembered. He went to the living room and saw a nice looking piece of the cake on the table. The candle had died a long time ago.

Seventeenth birthday:

" What do you mean you met someone through your teammates?!"

" Nothing. It's just good money. Easy money. I'm not like you. I can't be the best at what I do in sports. I've tried and tried. It's a dead end. I'm average at best, it's competitive and I know I'm not good enough to reach the opportunities out there. I'll be too limited by staying in sports."

" Then at least stay in school! Get your studies up if you can't do sports, I'll help you! If I'm good at studies then you can too! We share the same DNA, we have to share the same smarts!"

" It's too late for me. Have you seen my grades? I failed math! And what help? You never have time for family these days!"

Twenty-third birthday:

He got a good job designing power grids. It's stable and pays decently. In a way he's helping the community through his work. He wondered if there was anything he could have done to help his brother though.

They haven't talked ever since...a long time then.

Two years later:

This was bad. How did he end up here? First he got a call from his brother saying he was in deep. Then went to see his brother. Then people with pocket knives came to his brother's apartment complex, and him and his brother ran out...then his brother knocked out a few people who were chasing them on the way. And now there's just this guy left. He looks tougher, but maybe that's more so because of what he's carrying.

"Hey, hey we can talk through this alright? Just put the gun down, let's stay calm, okay?"

"Well your look-a-like there still owes me money. He took two kilograms of my stock! Whose gonna pay for that? You finally gonna pay Jack?"

"Ain't got the money, no way. Too bad bro."

"Yeah I figured! You can pay with your life then!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy there! If you want to kill someone, then you can't just...no I mean you shouldn't kill someone here. Right? We can get the money somehow, right Jack? If you kill him, you won't get the money, right? Right?"

"See I've been waiting on this guy for four months to pay. You don't wait on lazy people like him, and you don't mess around with people like me!"

"Hey, hey, don't point the gun at Jack like that! How about we make a deal or something? Anything?"

"I don't do deals."

"No but you're a dealer— alright bro. Just keep your thumb where it is. Don't move that safety. Whoa, don't shoot! Stop!"

"I'm taking your life toda-"

"No, no I got money! Don't worry about Jack, just put the gun down!"

"Look, you ain't got that much kid. Not enough to cover his Jack of an a**"

"No!... But I am an engineer!"

"...An... engineer huh? Okay. Alright then."

"..." "Well go on"

"How much do I owe you?" " Ten grand."

" Can I get a cash discount?" "No"

" Payment plan?" "You kidding me?! I've waited long enough for him already!"

" Whoa! Alright, alright. I understand. Okay."

"Your life for his then. Better make it worth it! Two weeks, got it?"

Two years later,

July 8th, 2016 :

It was the anniversary of the day he saved Jack. They decided to commemorate the occasion by going to a restaurant. They ordered cake for desert. It was delicious. He hadn't seen his brother look so happy in years.

The dealer from the past came up in conversation a few times. He was caught and sentenced to 10 years after Jesse reported him to the police station. That day, he had to walk to the station as there wasn't phone reception in the area, and Jack's phone line had been cut mysteriously. There was also a strange person lurking near the complex, always watching. He looked a lot like the dealer's watchman, which made sense. But was that a gun he just saw?

But in all honesty, it wasn't that hard to get out of the apartment. Swap clothes, then have Jack pretend to be Jesse when he went out for a smoke. They looked identical anyway. For Jesse, all he needed were a long coat, some sunglasses and a nice, clean, and bald haircut before going to the police station. The watchman didn't suspect a thing. It was so easy.

Well, the trial wasn't easy. Jack had to stay in jail again, but after that near death event, he began to change for the better. Now he was studying to become an apprentice and life was starting to look good.

It was dark outside when they headed out of the restaurant. Half-way home, Jesse saw a red dot run across the wall of the store beside him. Who plays with lasers at this time of the night? He looked around, but didn't see anyone. Jack seemed on edge though. Did they go the wrong way or something? Then Jack said something weird.

"Remember when I went to the police station and reported the dealer? No, you didn't do anything at all."

And that was all he remembered before the world ended.