So, it has been brought to my attention, that yes Misuke seems extra douchey but that's not really how I meant to portray him, I anticipated more character development on his part as I wrote. As for reasons why the story material seems so similar to insomniasucks's is because I tried not to stray from the original but as this is a fanfiction of her fanfiction, I suppose I should really write more in my style - I'm really not funny guise, so yes I have been going try hard with that LOL - I guess it's 'cause I'm so caught up in the original that I hadn't stuck with my own ways of writing.

So here's a chapter that is more xtuntx than insomniasucks. Thank you guest js for pointing it out.

Once again in the familiar principal's office, Hinata took a seat in what seemed to be her reserved seat. The little angry bald man waddled into the room with Misuke who didn't look too amused either.

"Mrs. Uchiha, this is the final warning!" the principal roared. He ranted on about how Misuke had started a fight with another student, and how all he did was cause trouble. He would pronounce Misuke's name as Miss-soo-kee even after being told otherwise for the past four years. Hinata loved her son unconditionally regardless of how much trouble he caused, and knew he wasn't one to start anything out of reason.

"Mr. Hackleberry, for the last time, my son's name is not Miss-soo-kee, it's Misuke." Hianta seethed. "And another thing, I bet you didn't take any time to listen to his side of the story. I bet you only took the time to listen to the other party's story. Could you refrain from making these accusations on my son, a-and stop wasting my time? Unless you have concrete evidence that Misuke was the sole one at fault, please stop treating him like he belongs in a prison cell."

Hinata stood up and grabbed her son's hand, dragging him out of the school and to the car. Misuke didn't even bother asking to drive, and just silently went into the passenger seat with crossed arms. Hinata took a few deep breaths and sat in the driver's seat.

"What happened, Misuke?" she asked worriedly. "We aren't going anywhere until you tell me."

Misuke leaned against the car window and shut his eyes as if he was going to ignore his mother's question completely. "I got into a fight." Was all he said.

Hinata waited for him to continue. "Gus said I have a small penis because I'm Japanese." Hinata knew that Misuke could easily take a comment like that and throw it back into the other guy's face. It couldn't possibly be the reason why said boy Gus Birchmount was going to need an arm cast. "He also said 'your mom is probably one of those Japanese BDSM whores too.'"

Hinata's heart softened knowing his son was only defending her. She started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. "He can make fun of me, he can make fun of Japanese people, I don't care, but he cannot talk about you like that." Misuke continued, his hands balled into tight fists until his knuckles whitened against his already fair skin.

It was times like these that Hinata would remember whenever she got mad at Misuke, or whenever Sasuke got mad at Misuke. She knew that her baby was still somewhere in there under all his expensive clothing. She never minded spoiling him – it was perhaps why Misuke always loved his mother so much more than his father who chose a more Spartan like parenting tactic – and she admitted that Misuke could be a brat, but in the end he was still her little boy.

"So what would you like for dinner?" Hinata asked, breaking the silence. "Anything you want."

Misuke looked up surprised that she didn't yell at him like Sasuke would. Of course he knew his mother was as gentle as a god damn bunny but as a parent shouldn't she at least scold him somewhat for breaking a kid's arm in two places? She never got angry at him, and he knew it, but regardless he expected at least an I'm disappointed in you speech.

"Honey, I'm not mad." She said softly. "I mean, I am disappointed but I know for a fact you aren't as rotten as everyone keeps making you seem. You could have spared the kid's arm though, sweetie."

Misuke felt a smile creep up on his face. "Let's have Italian tonight. And by Italian, I mean I want pizza." He said loosening up now that he was reassured that at least one of his parents wouldn't be giving him the evil eye at dinner that night.

Sasuke didn't truly hate any of his children. They were after all his. He was just frustrated. Hinata always told him that he should stop being so harsh to his boys but it was hard when one was a juvenile delinquent while the other was a smart ass momma's boy. Even his daughter seemed to favour their neighbour over him. It wasn't that Sasuke hated them, they hated him. That of course was a notion he had deluded himself into believing since it was the first time that the great Sasuke Uchiha couldn't come up with any answers that made sense to him.

"We're home!" Hinata called in as she opened the door. "Pizza for dinner!"

"Boy, what did you get yourself into now?" Sasuke hissed. That wasn't supposed to come out that way. He didn't mean for it to come out so harshly.

Misuke glared at him, and ignored him, helping his mother bring in groceries. Hinata sighed and put everything down bringing Sasuke into their room.

"Sasuke, you really need to be kinder to him." Sasuke sat on the bed and propped his elbow on his knee so that he could rest his head in his palm.

"Hina, he needs to be disciplined!"

"Sasuke, if someone said something insulting about your mother, you would have broken that person's arm too." Hinata defended her son. "He's young and impulsive, he's just like you."

Sasuke winced realizing that he wasn't exactly in the right either for snapping at his son without hearing his side of the story. "I'm sorry."

"It shouldn't be me who you're apologizing to." Hinata said. "He wasn't right for hurting that boy, but doesn't he remind you of yourself, Sasuke? Whether either of you choose to acknowledge it or not, Misuke acts out like you did when you were his age."

She was right. She was always right. The way Misuke tried to hide the fact that he was a momma's boy, the way he rebelled against his father, and the way he tried to seem like a tough kid completely reflected the way Sasuke used to act. Perhaps the difference was that Sasuke was more broody than his son who was a social butterfly.

Takun could never understand why his brother got away with everything with their mother. Even when Takun wasn't the cursed middle child, no one seemed to care about him – didn't the baby always get the attention? He wasn't attention hungry, but he did wish that his parents would pay attention to him even if it meant acting out like Misuke. He chose not to resort to Misuke's methods because the one thing he couldn't stand was the I'm so disappointed look that his mother would give – the boy would cringe at the sight even when it wasn't directed at him.

Takun diverted his attention back to his homework. It was sad how he had almost grown accustomed to the way he was but a drifter in the house that no one seemed to really care about. His grades were top notch, he thought he was pretty good looking too, and so what if he was somewhat lanky?

"Takun, time for dinner." His mother's gentle voice immediately got his attention. "What're you thinking about, baby?" Hinata asked, sitting on his bed.

"Mom, why does everyone notice Misuke so much more than me? Whether it's dad hating him more than he loves me, or you caring about him at school more than me, or even Hima who loves him so much more than me!" Hinata looked at her son with sad eyes. Was that really how he felt? Hinata felt like a horrible mother. Her son had felt so neglected and she hadn't noticed at all!

"Baby, no!" Hinata said sadly, hugging Takun. "Your father doesn't hate Misuke first of all, and he is so proud of you. You're smart like your father was when he was your age and he couldn't have asked for more! He just feels that he doesn't need to worry about you since he knows you've got a stable head on your shoulders. I feel the same way! Never ever think I favour one of you over the other, okay? It's not that I care more, it's I worry more, and it's my fault that you feel so neglected, baby, mommy's sorry!"

There was a knock at the door, and Misuke and Sasuke entered. "Takun what the hell did you do to mom?"

Takun broke away from his mother and sat on the bed with her. "It's not your fault, mom. It just feels like I'm forgotten all the time. It feels like I have to be like Misuke for you guys to notice me. Oh jeez mom, please don't cry!" Takun couldn't stand seeing his mother cry. Hinata had that effect on people. Misuke and Sasuke weren't sure what to do at the moment.

"I'm a horrible mother!" Hinata cried into her palms. "My own baby boy felt this way and I couldn't even tell! Am I really that ignorant? My other baby is all grown up and won't want me anymore, and soon my little girl is going to hate me the moment she's able to speak!"

Hinata never really expressed her own concerns with them, none of them knew she felt the way she felt.

"Mom, you're a great mom!" Takun said.

"The best mom! Please mom, don't cry…" Misuke said weakly.

"C'mon, Hina, don't cry…" Sasuke hated to see her like this and began to blame himself.

Hinata gasped when all of her boys hugged her. Despite their differences, the Uchiha men had one common weakness and that was Hinata. Her kind gentle nature tamed them – even Misuke who refused to admit it since yes his mother's kindness did annoy him sometimes, but it was what made her Hinata Uchiha. Hima began to cry – perhaps it was her turn to feel neglected now – and Hinata wiggled out of the three Uchihas' grip.

"Let's eat." Hinata beamed with a stuffy nose. "The pizza is probably cold now."