Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, its storyline, or characters. However, this fanfiction is based on Naruto, and is my creation.

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Of Highschool: Music, War, and Crushes

Chapter Six: A Forgotten Revenge

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Sasuke munched gloomily on a cookie and wondered how on earth his life had gotten so messed up.

One, there were duets to play with Sakura.

Two, he was sure his ribs were broken, because of Sakura.

And three…three - !

Dancing?! With the same girl that had tortured him so?!

And it didn't help that Itachi was singing Carmen's Habanera in the shower.

Sasuke's father appeared at his door with a stern look on his face. "Son, we need to talk."

The son addressed heaved him up with a sigh, took a last look at his homework, and decided to abandon it. "Yeah, sure."

They sat on his bed and Fugaku turned to the teen. "You've been strangely quiet. What's wrong? You're grades are dropping too. Are you having some girl problems?"

Sasuke burst out with maniacal laughter and he couldn't stop until his father smushed a cookie into his mouth. Then he choked on that, and there was no end to the chaos.

While coughing to save his life, Sasuke was thinking frantically, a mad grin on his face. Girl problems! Of course! But not the kind his father was thinking about! But what an idea!

Uchiha Fugaku coughed. "Your mother and I decided…well, you're mature, and responsible, so…well…you don't have a lot of friends and we'd like it if you went out more and hung out…with girls." When Sasuke looked dumb-founded, he rushed to explain, "Well, Naruto-kun is a nice boy, but hanging out with him all the time…" he shook his head as Sasuke stared at him incredulously.

"Father, I'm not doing anything…inappropriate!" he flushed and spat out. The school gossip – and now his dad!

"Of course! I mean…" sensing some danger, Fugaku stood up and inched toward the door. "It was nice doing some bonding with you, son." Then he ran out the door and pushed his wife towards Sasuke's room. "It didn't work," he whispered nervously. Mikoto laughed and willingly approached the danger zone.

"Sasuke-kun!~" she sang. "My little boy. Is something wrong?"

Sasuke just shut the door and fumed.

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In bed, he thought of the awkward conversation he had.

Girl problems. That was one way to phrase it.

Then an image of his mom popped up in his hand, and she sing-songed "Have a problem? Do your best to get rid of it in a positive way! First, get support from friends. Friendship is very important you know! They'll help you through the problem! If they can't, then just come to meee!"

Sasuke sighed. That's what his mother always said…wait! His mother was a genius! Though he couldn't actually come to her to solve La Problema de Sakura (his mother was big on being nice to girls), he could do his best to get rid of it! Now how to get rid of Sakura?

He could…get his friends to mug her! His insides burned with guilt and a picture of his mother shaking her head in disappointment got to him. Then he sighed at himself, what a mommy's boy he was! A sissy! He needed more steel. Maybe a mugging was perfect, but then again…

Sasuke spent the whole night thinking up ridiculous revenges, and their counterarguments, wondering why he denied himself the pleasure of torturing Sakura. Maybe he was just too nice…

Finally, he drifted off to sleep with a plan in mind: he would somehow get a cello replica and during concert setup, replace her cello with the fake one – and when she began playing her solos, no sound would come out! The look on her face would be priceless!

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The next morning, he eagerly hopped out of his bed and smashed his head right into his door as it was opening. Itachi grimaced as Sasuke dropped to the floor soundlessly, out cold.

Itachi groaned and dragged Sasuke to the bathroom and started splashing cold water on him, slapping him left and right, none to gently. Five minutes later when Sasuke came to conscious, the first thing he did was punch his brother in the face.

Itachi scowled. "Not my fault. But that's for keeping me awake all night with your incessant mumbling. Who're you stabbing with a tuning fork? Why are you planning a raid on a flower's house? And who's this person you're so bent on torturing? Revenge?"

Sasuke glanced into the mirror to see a gigantic bruise spreading near his hairline. He rubbed it cautiously and turned around to glare at his brother. "Revenge? What revenge? And why's there two of you? You aren't turning into a ninja are you? You're getting all fuuuzzy."

Itachi sighed again and did what he hoped he didn't have to do. "Mother!" he yelled. "I think Sasuke's got have a check-up. Brain damage, maybe." Aside, he muttered, "There's nothing to fix."

"Hey!" Sasuke yelped weakly, and reached out to hit his brother, but then he was looking at the ceiling, and man, something hit his head! – then everything was black.

Sasuke did not have a happy day.

To be continued…