By law the girl was his sister, but by blood, she was nothing. Sasuke had heard his parents argue about the subject more than once, about the girl, his father wanted to bring her into their home, his mother was against it. Eventually, his father won, he called Itachi and himself into his study, where his father explained that they would be taking a girl into their home. He explained the basics, "Her mother died when she was a baby, and her father recently passed away. She has no one else. She is only four years old, so she is younger than you Sasuke." He paid special attention to Sasuke then as the youngest he expected questions from him, when none came he finished, "I expect you to treat her like a sister, and no less." Itachi, then only thirteen, agreed without hesitation, Sasuke stayed silent, which his father must have taken as an agreement. Though, Sasuke himself wasn't sure what he was feeling, the girl had yet to live with them and his parents were already fighting about her.

The same day of the announcement people were in and out of the house, his brother explained to him that this was to give the girl a nice room. In three days the room Itachi and he had used to play in, was unrecognizable to Sasuke. The walls that has once been a nice blue, were now pink, there were bookshelves, and dolls where once were video game consoles and cars. When he had complained to his mother she told him, "complain to your father," while looking over her shoulder, that's when he saw his father.

"Sasuke, you didn't play with those toys anyway, now go help your brother. I need to speak to your mother." He left then, but Sasuke had not been given the chance to go far when he heard his father tell his mother, "are you trying to turn him against her before she is even here?"

He knew the argument would continue from there, he ran to Itachi, who was calmly putting clothes in the girl's closet. "They are fighting about her again."

"Her name is Sakura, Sasuke, do not let mother or father taint your opinion on her. Wait to meet her."

"Have you met her?"

"Once, her father used to work for ours up until recently."

"That's not fair."

"What isn't?"

"He lets you know everything!"

"Maybe I know too much." Itachi had meant it as a joke, but there was a distance in his words he himself had not intended. "Here," he handed Sasuke some clothes, "put these in the drawer over there."

Sasuke helped his brother in silence, but slowly the echo of his parent's argument began to reach their ears. Sasuke watched Itachi go to close the door but he was not fast enough, "enough! I am doing this, if you do not wish to have the girl here, you are welcome to leave!" Then they heard the front door slam. Neither one of them sure who it was that walked away, but both with a fear that it had been their mother.

"She wouldn't leave without you Sasuke." It was a weak form of comfort, but Sasuke appreciated his brother's effort.

Their worries were for naught, when they went into the kitchen they found their mother cooking, her eyes were red, and when Sasuke inquired about them she nonchalantly answered, "I was chopping onions." While Sasuke would never know all the details of the last argument his parents had about Sakura staying with them, he knew the result, his mother never brought up the subject again. However, she wasn't given much of a chance, Sakura arrived into their lives the very next day.

Sakura arrived gripping his father's hand, head hanging low, never once looking up. "Itachi, Sasuke, this is Sakura." Then he looked to Sakura, "you remember Itachi don't you?" Sakura gave a small nod, "and standing behind them is Mikoto, my wife." Sasuke could see the anger etched in his mother's face, but still she remained quiet. It was unlike her to not be a gracious host, they all knew it, but no one acknowledged it, not even his father. "I would like for you boys to show Sakura around the house." His father tried leading Sakura to Itachi, this only caused her grip to tighten, his father leaned down to her level, told her something only she could hear. Reluctantly she let go, Itachi then reached for her hand.

"Come on Sasuke, we can show Sakura her new room."

A/N: no title for this cause I don't remember where I was going with this... at one point it had a plot, a conclusion, a conflict, a reason as to why Mikoto didn't want Sakura there, and probably a title too, but honestly I forgot all of that information... I should really do notes on my stories... the reason I even decided to fix it is because I wanted to write and I just couldn't come up with anything, and I found this, I worked on it a little, and I thought, "what a shame" not cause it is some fantastic work of fiction but because I like the premise I have set up... just too bad I can't remember more of the story.

For anybody reading Timely, I am so sorry I haven't updated it, I full on have writer's block... its so bad I only have three sentences for the next update, and I am thinking of deleting them... like dudes... I can't even explain how bad my writer's block is, it's like that part of my brain went off on an adventure without me... better return with some good ideas