As usual, my parents were at work, and I'm left alone with my awful older brother Sai. He's the most perverted pain in the ass I've ever come into contact with. To make matters worse, he's not my biological brother. We never adopted him either. You are probably wondering how this may be, so let me explain. Don't worry, it's not much of a long story.

My parents are scientist and they work day in and day out. They've been recently working on creating human beings, but not just any average human. They say it's for "research" and I know it's bullshit. What I hate the most is all the publicity my family has been getting for it ever since Sai was created. My parents were so happy that they created him, so they considered him a part of our family. They very soon found out that their "perfect creation" had a few defects and they decided not to keep him in this house, away from the outside world. This defect is my "brother" Sai. The first and only one of their creations (as far as I know).

So that's it, that's the story. Trust me, it's not as special as it sounds. I can't stand Sai and I don't like my parents too much either. Of course, when it comes to giving me everything I need or want, they're there to give it to me, but when it comes to being parents they fail miserably. I never see them on week days and rarely see them on weekends. They're so obsessed with their jobs and their publicity that they often forget about me. Even as a child it was this way. But you know, I guess it's not a big deal to miss out on your child's championship soccer game, middle school graduation, their 12th BIRTHDAY. Luckily after I cried for a week, they never missed another one of my birthday's again.

It still angers me to think about it, but I've gotten over it. They care about me more once they realized everything I was going through while they were MIA. Maybe they were so concerned that they purposely made Sai older than me so he could watch after me. I guess it doesn't matter now since it's the other way around.

"Still haven't cleaned your room I see. Do you need any help with your homework?"

It wasn't uncommon for Sai to casually walk into my room without knocking. It was my biggest pet peeve and I always yelled at him for it. He knew how much it bothered me.

"No! Now can you please go away?"

"Whatchya workin' on? Geometry? Not hard at all, but you're probably doing it wrong anyways"

"Sai, I don't need your help. You can go back to painting pictures of naked people"

"I don't paint pictures of people nude, but when I get there, I want you to model for me", he said as he put his arm around me.

"Don't touch me you pervert", I growled.

"Nii-chan no need to have your panties in a bunch"

"Stop calling me nii-chan and don't put your arm around me!"

He was testing my patience as usual.

"I think you're stressed out, you know what you need? A way to relax", he said as he began to stroke my hair.

Before I could turn around and sock him in the face I heard the garage door open. Why are they coming home so early? What's going on?

I rushed down the stairs to see why they were home so early and my stomach dropped when I saw both of them.

"Hi son how've you been?"

"Oh you know, the same way I've been since the last time you saw me"

"Oh well that's great!", my mother said enthusiastically.

The last time my mom parents saw me was when I was in my room crying because of the bullies I had to put up with. I doubt they remember, it was just a month ago. Great job mom and dad.

"Yeah", I replied as I tried to cover up all the pain I was feeling.

"How's sophomore year. Make any new friends?", my father asked.

No dad, I've had the same friend group since freshman year. Even if I did make new friends I doubt you actually care and I doubt you'd bother to remember their names. Can we please change the subject? Can you please explain to me why you're home early on a weekday for the first time in a decade?

"Why are you home so early?"

The question came out a lot harsher than I expected, but I'm sure they were able to understand why.

"You need to answer your father's question first"

"I've made no new friends, now can you please tell me why you're both here", I said impatiently.

"We wanted to surprise you"

"Well you sure did a good job", I scoffed.

They both laughed, and I could tell that something was up.

"Us coming home early wasn't really supposed to be the surprise?"

"Then what's the surprise?…", I ask nervously.

"Close your eyes"

Ugh.

I did as I was told as they lead me into the garage with their hands over my eyes. They turned the light on, but kept their hands over my eyes.

One, two, three

They took their hands off my eyes and what I saw right in front of my eyes made me extremely unhappy. I could tell that this "present" was going to be another one of my biggest problems.

"Well, aren't you happy? A new member to the family"

This "new family member" looked a little like Sai only taller and more muscular. His hair and his eyes are jet black and his skin is whiter than a sheet of printer paper. He reeked of masculinity and I could tell by looking in his eyes that he was no one to be messed with. I began to blush a bit the longer I looked at him. Maybe this new older brother won't be so bad after all.

"His name is-"

"Sasuke. I can introduce myself", he said as he walked up to me and out stretched his hand. I shook it cautiously and he smirked at me. Oh my god he's smirking at me! He's so much hotter up close.

"I can tell the both of you are going to be very close friends. You'll get to share a room and everything"

"Wait what? No! Our house has like four more rooms, why can't he have his own?", I said nervously. He's so attractive, I can't share the same room with him it won't end well.

"I think sharing a room for the first month will be a great bonding experience"

"And we also need someone who will make sure your room stays clean"

Of Course.

"And how do you know my room isn't clean right now?", I teased.

"I don't know. We should probably check shouldn't we. Come on Sasuke, we're gonna show you your brother's room"

I'm not okay with this!

"Are you serious?"

My face turned red in embarrassment at the catastrophe I call my room. Of course I know my room is a wreck, but it never bothered me, and I had no one to tell me to clean it. My friends that came over didn't really mind it and the one's that did never went into my room, but now I have no choice but to clean it.

"There's no way I'm sleeping in this room. This is terrifying"

"I agree, you should be ashamed. It's somehow managed to look even worse than the last time we saw it", my father scolded.

"Clean it up", my mother demanded.

I groaned in annoyance and I could tell I was going to spend the rest of the night picking up empty chip bags, cup noodle bowls, clothes, and cleaning stains from off the carpet.

"Follow me Sasuke, I'll show you around the house. I know it's kind of big, but you'll figure it out"

"I'm sure every other room in this house is spotless"

Great. He already doesn't like me.

The thing that confused me the most about these "human creations" is how my parents managed to give them a mind of their own. How could they tell what a room is supposed to look like? How do they know how to dress themselves so that what they wear matches? How do they know how to do chores or paint or solve math problems?

I never bothered to ask my parents, mainly because I'm so sick of them going on and on about their precious creations and all the attention they get from the media. I can only imagine what my parents had to go through to get this guy home. It wasn't uncommon for the paparazzi to follow my parents when they leave from work.

After two and a half hours of cleaning my room thoroughly, I had finally finished. I have to admit, after all that cleaning, I felt accomplished. Both bed's are made, everything is organized and there isn't a single spot on the carpet. Now all I have to do is keep it this way for a month.

I walked out of my room to get something to drink from the kitchen. I peaked my head inside to see what all the commotion was about, and already, I could tell it was because of Sasuke. He seemed to have a way with my parents, and it sort of made me smile, but my smile dropped when I realized they were talking about me.

"Our son is kind of...sensitive"

Sensitive?! I'm not sensitive?! What would they know about me anyways?! They're never around! I bet they don't even know what I want to be when I grow up or my favorite tv show!

"He cried for a week when we couldn't spend his 12th birthday with him and he cried for an entire week"

Because I was alone! I woke up with a present on the kitchen table in the morning, but when I came home from school I was alone! You didn't even say happy birthday to me in person! I didn't have any friends to say happy birthday to me either! Nobody said happy birthday to me!

"He used to get bullied in middle school, and he was bullied so badly freshman year that we had to transfer him to an all boys private school after his first two weeks at Konoha High"

"He's made a lot of friends at his new school, his grades are a lot better, and he seems to be happier"

All of those statements are true but one. I'm not "happier". I still rarely ever get to spend time with you. They're both so focused on creating these perfect humans, but they seem to forget the very first perfect human being they created. Aren't I perfect in your eyes mom and dad?

"But even freshman year there was a group of kids that gave him a hard time. They still do, but he won't tell us why. He keeps a lot of things to himself, I don't understand why he doesn't just reach out for help"

Maybe it's because I'm scared to tell you. Did you ever think of that? Did you ever think that it's difficult for me to tell you guys things because I don't really have much of a relationship with either of you? It would be like telling all your problems to a stranger. How am I supposed to know how you will react?

"Sounds like he's a kid who needs help"

"Yes, and we want you to go to the same school as him, but we're not sure how it's going to work"

"We're not sure if the school will accept you since you don't have a definable age and they might judge you since you were created in a lab. By society's standards you are human. You look like one, you walk like one, you think like one, you talk like one, but since you weren't created through sexual reproduction, you aren't technically human. You understand that right?"

"One hundred percent clear"

"It's a cruel world Sasuke, and when people begin to find out that a lab made human is attending a High School, things will get crazy. For now, don't leave the house since you are going to be the most talked about person in town for a while"

"But don't worry Sasuke. We're going to fight for you to get into that private school. We want you to spend your senior year there. We're not going to give up"

I can't believe that my parents are going to fight to get him into the school system! How would that even work?!