ice cream puddles
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Uchiha Itachi & Haruno Sakura
Prompts: 134. emerald eternity & 24. tears & 36. melt
Word Count: 714
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Warning: Gen fic. Non-massacre AU.
Notes: Written for 500themes & lover100 & 50scenes.
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For the first time in his life, Uchiha Itachi didn’t understand something.
More perplexing was the fact that this something had to do with a choice he’d made. Itachi had always prided himself on being a rational being. Every decision was backed by a string of rationale that always, always made sense. Anything and everything else was superficial and inefficient. That much he had proven and knew to be absolutely true.
Thus, him stopping to help that otherwise unremarkable little girl in the marketplace made no rational sense to him, even in retrospect. Even thinking it through, Itachi could come up with no solid explanation to explain why he’d done what he did. It was almost as if he’d acted without thinking, which is something he’d never, ever done before in his short ten years in this world. He suspected that even in his infancy he was a reticent being, calculating beyond his years.
Sure, she’d had flamboyant pink hair the likes of which he’d never seen before. Sure, she’d looked very sad, with big fat teardrops rolling down her cheeks. Sure, she’d looked very lost, standing there amidst the large crowd all by her lonesome self. Sure, her quivering lip and doe-like eyes had been endearing.
Itachi stopped himself there. He had no time for superficial thoughts.
Yet, he approached the girl anyways, knowing full well that whatever ensued with his decision would probably delay his real plans. It would cast an inefficient shadow on his day, something that would normally annoy him endlessly. Yet, his feet still moved him towards her, as if he felt a gravitational pull towards the sad girl standing alone holding what remained of her ice-cream cone.
It took her a moment to notice him, even as he stood in front of her. When it became clear to the little girl that he had no plans of moving on, she stopped her tears for a moment to take in his image. A hiccup interrupted the silence between them as she blinked round, teary eyes up at him.
“Are you lost, little one?” Itachi questioned finally. The girl hiccupped once more in response before shaking her head.
She pointed a pudgy finger down to the puddle forming at her feet. “My ice cream cone fell over! It was my favourite flavour.” As she said the words aloud, the thought seemed to solidify in her brain as her lips began to quiver once more and the tears resumed.
Itachi still stood at arm’s length from the girl, unsure of what to do. It was only when passing strangers started giving him odd, dirty looks that he sighed and crouched down to her eye level.
“If I buy you another ice-cream cone, will you stop crying?”
Almost immediately, the little girl brightened. “You will? Oh, that would be so kind of you!” Her bright, round emeralds shone as she said this. The crystalline tears still brimming her eyes made her orbs sparkle as threw her arms around the unsuspecting ten year old, grasping him in a tight embrace.
When she let go of him, Itachi was mesmerized for a second by the two jewels on her face, the metamorphic green captivating him as nothing as else before it.
“Follow me, then,” Itachi said as he started down the road. The little girl padded along softly beside him, no longer tearful. “What is your name?”
“Haruno Sakura!” As she said this she beamed up at him, and Itachi noted that the brilliance of her eyes seemed even more so when she smiled. “And yours?”
“Uchiha Itachi.”
“You’re so nice, Itachi-san!” This seemed to open the floodgates, as the started to chatter away at fifty miles an hour. For the second time in an hour, Itachi was perplexed as to why he wasn’t annoyed with this chatterbox that he’d just resumed responsibility for. But as she chatted away, the childish happiness that she radiated seemed to infect, him, too, for he felt more carefree than he had in years. He was sure they made an odd sight as they strolled down the street - he, a taciturn Uchiha dressed in jounin garb with a colourful, happy girl - but he didn’t mind. For once, he threw rationality to the wind and just let things be.
Characters: Uchiha Itachi & Haruno Sakura
Prompts: 134. emerald eternity & 24. tears & 36. melt
Word Count: 714
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Warning: Gen fic. Non-massacre AU.
Notes: Written for 500themes & lover100 & 50scenes.
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For the first time in his life, Uchiha Itachi didn’t understand something.
More perplexing was the fact that this something had to do with a choice he’d made. Itachi had always prided himself on being a rational being. Every decision was backed by a string of rationale that always, always made sense. Anything and everything else was superficial and inefficient. That much he had proven and knew to be absolutely true.
Thus, him stopping to help that otherwise unremarkable little girl in the marketplace made no rational sense to him, even in retrospect. Even thinking it through, Itachi could come up with no solid explanation to explain why he’d done what he did. It was almost as if he’d acted without thinking, which is something he’d never, ever done before in his short ten years in this world. He suspected that even in his infancy he was a reticent being, calculating beyond his years.
Sure, she’d had flamboyant pink hair the likes of which he’d never seen before. Sure, she’d looked very sad, with big fat teardrops rolling down her cheeks. Sure, she’d looked very lost, standing there amidst the large crowd all by her lonesome self. Sure, her quivering lip and doe-like eyes had been endearing.
Itachi stopped himself there. He had no time for superficial thoughts.
Yet, he approached the girl anyways, knowing full well that whatever ensued with his decision would probably delay his real plans. It would cast an inefficient shadow on his day, something that would normally annoy him endlessly. Yet, his feet still moved him towards her, as if he felt a gravitational pull towards the sad girl standing alone holding what remained of her ice-cream cone.
It took her a moment to notice him, even as he stood in front of her. When it became clear to the little girl that he had no plans of moving on, she stopped her tears for a moment to take in his image. A hiccup interrupted the silence between them as she blinked round, teary eyes up at him.
“Are you lost, little one?” Itachi questioned finally. The girl hiccupped once more in response before shaking her head.
She pointed a pudgy finger down to the puddle forming at her feet. “My ice cream cone fell over! It was my favourite flavour.” As she said the words aloud, the thought seemed to solidify in her brain as her lips began to quiver once more and the tears resumed.
Itachi still stood at arm’s length from the girl, unsure of what to do. It was only when passing strangers started giving him odd, dirty looks that he sighed and crouched down to her eye level.
“If I buy you another ice-cream cone, will you stop crying?”
Almost immediately, the little girl brightened. “You will? Oh, that would be so kind of you!” Her bright, round emeralds shone as she said this. The crystalline tears still brimming her eyes made her orbs sparkle as threw her arms around the unsuspecting ten year old, grasping him in a tight embrace.
When she let go of him, Itachi was mesmerized for a second by the two jewels on her face, the metamorphic green captivating him as nothing as else before it.
“Follow me, then,” Itachi said as he started down the road. The little girl padded along softly beside him, no longer tearful. “What is your name?”
“Haruno Sakura!” As she said this she beamed up at him, and Itachi noted that the brilliance of her eyes seemed even more so when she smiled. “And yours?”
“Uchiha Itachi.”
“You’re so nice, Itachi-san!” This seemed to open the floodgates, as the started to chatter away at fifty miles an hour. For the second time in an hour, Itachi was perplexed as to why he wasn’t annoyed with this chatterbox that he’d just resumed responsibility for. But as she chatted away, the childish happiness that she radiated seemed to infect, him, too, for he felt more carefree than he had in years. He was sure they made an odd sight as they strolled down the street - he, a taciturn Uchiha dressed in jounin garb with a colourful, happy girl - but he didn’t mind. For once, he threw rationality to the wind and just let things be.