Second Chance

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This is the rewrite

I've revised it once, I'm doing it again, this time to take the songs out


Chapter 1: Heaven Sent You

A storm raged in the dark night. The wind blew viciously, thunder rolled and lightening lit up the night sky. The lightening was the only thing to light the night as the power went out, making the dark night seem even darker. A young man of seventeen chuckled at the irony of it all: the night and his life seemed to correspond. He didn't know that the worst storm the small town had seen in a long time would be on the same night as the worst fight he'd have with his parents – or more his father.

He looked down, feeling the pressure of what he'd been putting off all day. He didn't want to go home; he didn't want to face his father. He wasn't perfect, he wasn't what his father wanted, and he wasn't another Itachi. He sighed, closing his eyes at the thought of his slightly less than perfect grade. It was true that he was number one in his class, but not in his father's eyes because he wasn't as good as Itachi. No one was as good as Itachi; no one could be as perfect as he could.

It wasn't Sasuke's fault that he wasn't as good. After all, who can get almost 100 percent in every class and be the captain of as many sports teams besides Itachi? Itachi was class president, valedictorian, school heartthrob, the first-born, and the genius – he was born perfect. Sasuke was similar to him as he was the heartthrob, but only because he was an Uchiha, and he would be valedictorian and could be class president if he tried, but he was no Itachi – he was not born perfect.

Sasuke liked to be alone. He only did well in school to make his parents proud – he strived for his father's love. Writing was his passion, or more so writing music was. He loved to write songs, to play them, to express his self, though he kept that part of himself hidden, as his father wouldn't approve.

He walked up the stairs to his front door, taking a moment to stare at it – stalling. The door was large and intimidating with an Uchiha family symbol painted on the front. He frowned; the symbol represented the family – a family of perfection, a family he didn't really fit in. His family all were executives, lawyers, political figures, and anything that represented power and money an Uchiha could be and a writer didn't represent that.

"I'm home," he yelled as he walked through the door and into the large entryway of the massive mansion. The house was dark and large, like one that would be in a horror movie – like a haunted mansion. In a way it was – haunted by the greatness that came before, that standard that set the bar so high.

"Where have you been?" he heard his mother's concerned voice as she ran into the room. He saw, even in the darkness of the night, the blood rolling down her arm, from what looked to be from a beating, as his father seemed to take his anger out on his mother whenever his anger got the best of him. Her eyes were red from crying and his father stood in the doorway wiping his hands on a towel.

"What happened to your arm?" he asked, not taking his eyes off his father – though he was talking to his mother.

"Oh it's nothing, I just ran into..."

"Cut the excuse, I'm not stupid," he said harshly. "What are you trying to say?" his father snapped.

"Don't act so innocent, I hear you all the time, how you treat her!" Sasuke yelled back at his father.

"Shut your mouth this instant!" the man demanded.

"Or what you'll hit me too?" he snapped.

"Go to your room, I already heard about your test grade, it put me in a bad mood in fact, so really this is your fault," his father said as he harshly grabbed Mikoto.

"Is that what put you in a bad mood, I thought it was the stick up your ass," he growled.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, now go to your room, I already said I am in a bad mood, don't push me more, you're a disgrace enough," Fugaku said.

"I'm sorry I can't be perfect, I'm not Itachi..." Sasuke mumbled.

"That's for damn sure!" his father responded harshly.

"If you hate me so much, then just say it already!" Sasuke yelled as he stepped toward his father, for once not feeling fear of him, or at least refusing to show it.

"Sasuke calm down, please!" His mother pleaded.

"No, I can't, I can't take this anymore!" the raven said angrily.

"Sasuke please," she cried.

"I can't do this anymore, this isn't me - I won't turn into him," he said angrily as he pointed to his father.

"Then leave, we already have an heir, we don't need you," his father hissed.

"Fine, I'm gone, let me go pack my things and you'll never have to see me again," Sasuke said as he turned to go to his room for the last time.

"Wait he doesn't meant it! He loves you," his mother cried to her youngest son.

"I think by now we all know that's a lie. Let's face it, the only things he loves are his company, Itachi and himself," he said as he walked up the stairs.

The dark haired boy quickly packed his things, or as much as he could in two suitcases, before walking back down the stairs. He stopped by the table where his parents stood; digging into his pocket, he pulled out his keys. Silently he removed all the keys for the house and placed them on the table.

"You leave this house and you'll be disowned," his father said with a stern voice.

He paused, "That's fine I want nothing more from you."

"Then leave the car keys as well," he said harshly.

Sasuke quickly pulled the key to the car he'd gotten for his sixteenth birthday off the key chain, "I'd rather walk anyway." He threw the key at his father.

"You can't let him go!" his mother said as she saw Sasuke open the door to walk out of the house and into the storm.

"If he wants to leave I'm not going to stop him," he said as Sasuke slammed the large front door, creating a large boom that echoed through the house.

Sasuke walked down the dark streets, not really believing what he had just done. It was as if everything that was bottled up had just come out. He never truly believed that he would leave his parents house as he did and yet it was the most liberating thing he'd done in his entire life.

It wasn't long before he was at the only place he knew to go, though he never thought he'd had to. He rang the doorbell with a sigh. A few moments later the door opened to a semi annoyed thin boy with white hair and sharp teeth. The man smirked when he saw Sasuke in his doorway, to which he happily opened the door wider and leaned against the doorframe.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm going to help you become famous," Sasuke said as if it was extremely obvious.

An evil glint caught in the other's eye, "Oh and how do you plan to do that?"

"Get your mind out of the gutter, I meant I'm helping your band, you always have wanted one of my songs," the raven like boy explained.

"Seriously?" he asked as his smirk fell into shock.

"I need a place to sleep; you need your CD written, sounds like a fair trade, right?" Sasuke sighed.

"Most definitely," Suigetsu said as he moved aside so that Sasuke could walk inside.

"That's what I thought," Sasuke smirked as he made his way in.


Sasuke was freaking out, he was falling for Suigetsu and he didn't even know how it happened. He had been staying on his couch for a month and somehow spending that much time together had changed his view of him. He would admit there was something strangely attractive about Suigetsu, but that wasn't the reason Sasuke was falling for him. It was deeper than physical attraction, it was the make his insides feel like butterflies kind of attraction.

Suigetsu walked out of his room to see Sasuke on his couch, holding his guitar, obviously thinking hard about something. He smirked, as he knew he didn't notice that he entered the room, "What are you thinking about?"

Sasuke jumped a little as he responded, "I just finished a song."

"And you're still thinking that hard?" he asked.

"Shut up," he said as he was truly wondering if he should play the song for him, as it was about him.

"I'm sorry just play it," he smiled.

Sasuke started to play his guitar, purposely not looking at Suigetsu in hopes that it wouldn't give it away.

Suigetsu cautiously looked at Sasuke. He knew that Sasuke only wrote about things that he knew about or felt so he wondered whom the girl was and if it was a girl.

Sasuke had been in hell at his parents' house; however Suigetsu's house took him away from that. He may not have come "out of the blue," as the song said, but the feelings for him did, and it made him wonder how long they had truly been there.

The light haired boy even helped him with his nightmares. Sasuke had been having nightmares of home, mainly those in which his father came for revenge against him in some way. He dreamt about his father's continuous beating of his mom as well. Suigetsu helped him through the nightmares, and instead of sleeping on the couch, Sasuke would sleep with Suigetsu when he had nightmares.

Sasuke stopped, though if it were to be recorded he knew more choruses would be added, however singing it now seemed redundant. He looked toward Suigetsu for his reaction, which seemed to be a good one.

"So who is the lucky girl?" he teased.

"There is no girl," Sasuke looked down.

"Guy," he smirked, knowingly.

"I think you know," Sasuke said.

"I want you to say it," Suigetsu said.

Sasuke let out a sigh, "It's you."

"Happy to hear it," Suigetsu said as he pulled him closer and into a kiss. It was gentle, not overwhelming, but sweet.

"So I take it you feel the same way?" Sasuke smirked.

"How about you don't sleep on the couch anymore," Suigetsu smirked.

"I don't know, can you keep your hands to yourself if I sleep in your bed?" he asked.

"I was a good boy last time you were in my bed," Suigetsu protested. "Then again you weren't my boyfriend then," he added as an after thought.

"I like the sound of that," Sasuke said. "But aren't you supposed to ask me first?"

"Sasuke," he whined. "Seriously?"

"Yep," he smirked.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" Suigetsu asked as he kissed a different part of his face between each word, ending with the lips.

"Yes," Sasuke smirked.

"Like I didn't know that answer," Suigetsu said. "And will you move into my bed?"

"Will you keep your hands to yourself?" he asked back.

"Only if you want me to," he smirked.


Song of inspiration: Heaven Sent You by Hinder