Househusband

A/N: So I'm back, finally I seem to be breaking through the one-year writers block I had, sorry. So this is what I'm back with, it's a funny comedy, everyday life kind of fic. I've read all your comments and everyone has different opinions on who the wife is, I will reveal the wife on the last chapter but I will leave small hints here and there so make sure to keep an eye out! This will only be a 5-chapter fic as I'm rewriting Sakoku. Anyway, thank you and as always R&R!

Summary: Uchiha Sasuke is a new househusband, it's not hard just for him but for everyone else as well. Why? They think he's still in the yakuza.

Chapter 2: Cooking

Inuzuka Kiba hates his life. He had joined the yakuza because he had heard of the terrifying Black Immortal Dragon, he had wanted to follow such an immortal because he was greedy for power but cowardly enough to not be the top dog. With the Immortal Dragon, they had been invincible! No one had messed with them and those foolish enough to try it had lost enough fingers to back off.

But then, he had disappeared. The Immortal Dragon had vanished like a shadow, their new leader only telling them that the Dragon had moved on but Kiba couldn't just accept it.

Everyday was a battle, new and old enemies creeping up from nowhere to test their strength now without their biggest asset and Kiba was just low enough on the ladder to have to be at every single one of these battles. His body is a motley of black and blue; he might as well be a Jackson Pollock painting by this point.

Pissed, he's at a local supermarket to pick up a box of pain medicine. As he's browsing the medicine aisle for the bets pain medicine, out of the corner of his eye he sees a distinct figure walking slowly toward the register. Kiba would never mistake that figure anywhere, it's the figure that he's admired and respected for years now.

He leaves the box on the shelf and cautiously moves toward the figure, distinctive black hair that sticks up at the back and fingers covered in silver rings, and when he swings his arms as he walks Kiba can see the slight hint of a familiar tattoo that end right before his wrist.

The Immortal Black Dragon was wearing a beige apron atop his finely cut black suit.

…Had he gone mad?

"Boss! Is that…you?" Kiba calls hesitantly because there's no way this is his boss, there's no way this is the Immortal Dragon! But it's him; fine aristocratic features and cold heartless eyes turn to look at him as he purchases a packet of gum.

"My point card." The Immortal Dragon hands the card to the elderly cashier and pays for it.

"Boss! Where have you been?! We've all been wondering where you were, Boss we've been getting our asses kicked by those lowly bastards!" Kiba hisses and follows the Immortal Dragon towards the bottle recycling machine and watches as the Immortal Dragon places the bottle in there methodically.

"Boss, when are you coming back? Those south bastards are slowly encroaching onto our turf! I've been pushing them back but we're just not the same without you!" The Immortal Dragon is sorting his recyclables into paper, plastic or aluminum. Slender fingers fold the plastic bag and place it in the 'plastic' bin as well. Kiba follows him out the door and only stops when the Immortal Dragon holds up a hand to him.

"Let's go somewhere else." The Immortal Dragon pulls sunglasses from the front pocket of his beige apron and puts them on. He would look terrifying if only he would take that apron off Kiba thinks personally.

They do take it somewhere else. To a cooking lesson.

"Today we're learning how to make hamburger steaks~!" The instructor at the front is impossible cute with long blue hair and really pretty lilac eyes but Kiba has no time for this! What the hell are they doing here?!

"Boss, what-"

"My wife is taking too much salt," He says as he heads towards one of the stations and starts pulling cutting boards, knives, plates and bowls on the counter. "It's not good."

Kiba doesn't know why, he really doesn't, but he stays, puts on the apron given to him and watches as the Immortal Dragon follows the instructions perfectly, he asks questions related to salt intake, seasons the meat well. The instructor praises him and at the end the entire class is standing around their table and admiring the well crafted and served dish put together by the one and only Immortal Dragon.

Kiba snaps and in his rage takes the apron off and throws it angrily at the floor. "What the fuck, Boss?! Is this why you quit?!" He motions towards the beautiful plate, the pale face in front of him has no expression and usually Kiba would be afraid but now he can't help but only have anger curling in his gut!

"I left that life behind." The Immortal Dragon says patiently, he's staring at Kiba with dark eyes as if he hadn't been one of the most renowned and feared yakuza for years!

"So what you became a pussy instead?!" Kiba grabs the plate and throws it on the floor; the perfectly made food is barely on the floor for 3 seconds before Kiba is flying across the room. He slams into the wall hard enough for his shoulder to crack painfully. But the Immortal Dragon doesn't give him a chance to respond instead he's grabbed by the collar and several slaps to his cheeks have him tearing up.

Black eyes stare back at him angrily. "I've given up that life, now I only live for my family and I will protect them."

He gives a few more slaps to Kiba then releases him and bows in apology to the rest of the women in the classroom.

Kiba has had enough and he runs away humiliated, at least today he learned how to make a delicious hamburger steak.