[Fic] Itachi/Shisui -- The Joys of Parenthood
Title: The Joys of Parenthood
Series: Naruto
Pairing/Characters: Itachi, Shisui, and wee!Sasuke
Rating: K
Total length: 578
Warnings: Kid-fic, tooth rotting fluff
Summary: Itachi, Shisui and the joys of 2 AM feedings. Who says they can't get a crash course this early?
Author's Note: For akitotsubaki on the Trick or Treat meme. This picture is to blame.
"I don't understand why I can't hold him."
Itachi pauses, Sasuke cradled protectively in the crook of his arm, happily sucking on a spoon. He shoots Shisui an incredulous glance over his shoulder and says, simply, "Because you'd drop him."
For a six year old, Shisui thinks, Itachi is really rather bossy. Drop him- seriously. Shisui's been in the Academy for over a year now, and ten year olds are far less likely to drop a kid than a six year old.
"Wha- I would not, what are you even talking about? I'm a ninja, Itachi. I'm not gonna drop a baby."
Gently, Itachi pries the spoon from his brother's death grip- cooing nonsense syllables under his breath in what's surely a mimicry of his mother's baby talk. "You'd manage it, I'm sure."
"...Ever think that you're maybe a little more protective of the kid then even Aunt Mikoto?"
Itachi smiles, dipping the spoon back into the greenish paste. He makes little zooming noises as he guides the food back into the kid's mouth. Sasuke giggles. Itachi coos again, and his voice still hasn't lost the last clinging vestiges of baby talk when he says, "Well, I wouldn't be a very good brother if I wasn't a little protective, now would I?"
Silence in the kitchen, punctuated only by the sound of crickets humming away in the night and the messy, slurping sounds that Sasuke is making. Itachi is still smiling, making happy little sounds in the back of his throat whenever Sasuke smiles.
"Itachi?"
"Yes, Shisui?"
"You have baby food in your hair." Sasuke is starting to drift off again, losing interest in the spoon in favor of tucking his little face up against Itachi's wrist. Thank God- two o'clock is way too late for an infant to decide it's hungry. It doesn't matter that after the attack of the Nine Tails, Shisui had nowhere else to go. That he had to move in with Itachi and his family until they figured out what to do with him. As far as he's concerned, if he hears a baby crying in the middle of the night, he's not going to go track it down. He'll just let Itachi handle it.
"Just give me the kid and go wash up."
Despite the gook matted in Itachi's hair, he doesn't look like he's going to let go any time soon. Shisui sighs. "...I swear I'll be careful."
"Fine." Shisui lets out a huff of relief, shuffles closer to Itachi to accept the now mostly sleeping infant. Sasuke grumbles a bit when he's passed over, tossing his little limbs sleepily. Shisui grins down at the kid, lets himself coo for a minute, because he can definitely understand why Itachi's so attached.
Itachi pauses in the kitchen door, glancing back over his shoulder. "But, Shisui-san?"
Shisui shoots Itachi a questioning look over Sasuke's fuzzy head. Itachi's trying to look menacing, but in a too big sleeping shirt with baby food dripping down his hair, he doesn't really accomplish it. "If he cries, I will tell Mother where all her pies have disappeared to."
And with that, he disappears down the hall. A moment later, the pipes creak and the sound of running water echoes through the house. It's a bit loud in the too quiet house, and for the first time, Shisui wishes that one of the adults were home.
Predictably, within a minute or so of Itachi leaving, Sasuke starts crying.
Series: Naruto
Pairing/Characters: Itachi, Shisui, and wee!Sasuke
Rating: K
Total length: 578
Warnings: Kid-fic, tooth rotting fluff
Summary: Itachi, Shisui and the joys of 2 AM feedings. Who says they can't get a crash course this early?
Author's Note: For akitotsubaki on the Trick or Treat meme. This picture is to blame.
"I don't understand why I can't hold him."
Itachi pauses, Sasuke cradled protectively in the crook of his arm, happily sucking on a spoon. He shoots Shisui an incredulous glance over his shoulder and says, simply, "Because you'd drop him."
For a six year old, Shisui thinks, Itachi is really rather bossy. Drop him- seriously. Shisui's been in the Academy for over a year now, and ten year olds are far less likely to drop a kid than a six year old.
"Wha- I would not, what are you even talking about? I'm a ninja, Itachi. I'm not gonna drop a baby."
Gently, Itachi pries the spoon from his brother's death grip- cooing nonsense syllables under his breath in what's surely a mimicry of his mother's baby talk. "You'd manage it, I'm sure."
"...Ever think that you're maybe a little more protective of the kid then even Aunt Mikoto?"
Itachi smiles, dipping the spoon back into the greenish paste. He makes little zooming noises as he guides the food back into the kid's mouth. Sasuke giggles. Itachi coos again, and his voice still hasn't lost the last clinging vestiges of baby talk when he says, "Well, I wouldn't be a very good brother if I wasn't a little protective, now would I?"
Silence in the kitchen, punctuated only by the sound of crickets humming away in the night and the messy, slurping sounds that Sasuke is making. Itachi is still smiling, making happy little sounds in the back of his throat whenever Sasuke smiles.
"Itachi?"
"Yes, Shisui?"
"You have baby food in your hair." Sasuke is starting to drift off again, losing interest in the spoon in favor of tucking his little face up against Itachi's wrist. Thank God- two o'clock is way too late for an infant to decide it's hungry. It doesn't matter that after the attack of the Nine Tails, Shisui had nowhere else to go. That he had to move in with Itachi and his family until they figured out what to do with him. As far as he's concerned, if he hears a baby crying in the middle of the night, he's not going to go track it down. He'll just let Itachi handle it.
"Just give me the kid and go wash up."
Despite the gook matted in Itachi's hair, he doesn't look like he's going to let go any time soon. Shisui sighs. "...I swear I'll be careful."
"Fine." Shisui lets out a huff of relief, shuffles closer to Itachi to accept the now mostly sleeping infant. Sasuke grumbles a bit when he's passed over, tossing his little limbs sleepily. Shisui grins down at the kid, lets himself coo for a minute, because he can definitely understand why Itachi's so attached.
Itachi pauses in the kitchen door, glancing back over his shoulder. "But, Shisui-san?"
Shisui shoots Itachi a questioning look over Sasuke's fuzzy head. Itachi's trying to look menacing, but in a too big sleeping shirt with baby food dripping down his hair, he doesn't really accomplish it. "If he cries, I will tell Mother where all her pies have disappeared to."
And with that, he disappears down the hall. A moment later, the pipes creak and the sound of running water echoes through the house. It's a bit loud in the too quiet house, and for the first time, Shisui wishes that one of the adults were home.
Predictably, within a minute or so of Itachi leaving, Sasuke starts crying.