Birthday
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Title: Birthday
Author: Kelriia Frettlar (the__ivorytower)
Fandom: Naruto
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. They just aren't.
Warnings: Fluff? There's a touch of angst, because Chibi!Itachi will not be fluffy.
Pairings: Sasuke's parents. They're *so* canon.
Summary: On the day of his brother's birth, Itachi makes a promise.
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Itachi peered over the cradle, looking at the tiny, red bundle within. The baby stared back, with large, black eyes. Itachi reached out to touch the infant, to poke him in the forehead, just to make sure he was real.
"Itachi dear, don't do that, you'll make him cry," his mother admonished lightly. Itachi looked up his mother, who smiled wearily. "When we take him home in a week, you can look at him all you want."
"You can't come home now?" Itachi asked. "He's right here now." He pointed to the cradle. His mother smiled again.
"No, we need to stay here, to make sure he's healthy," his mother explained.
"I'll fight anything that tries to hurt him," Itachi said fiercely. "I'll kill them."
"None of that talk," his father said, hearing the remark as he came into the room. "Save the killing for when you're in ANBU."
"Yes, father," Itachi said formally. I mean it. If anything happens to Sasuke, I'll hurt the person who did it. He looked at his finger, the one that would have poked his brother. Even if it's me.
The End
Title: Birthday
Author: Kelriia Frettlar (the__ivorytower)
Fandom: Naruto
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. They just aren't.
Warnings: Fluff? There's a touch of angst, because Chibi!Itachi will not be fluffy.
Pairings: Sasuke's parents. They're *so* canon.
Summary: On the day of his brother's birth, Itachi makes a promise.
~ * ~
Itachi peered over the cradle, looking at the tiny, red bundle within. The baby stared back, with large, black eyes. Itachi reached out to touch the infant, to poke him in the forehead, just to make sure he was real.
"Itachi dear, don't do that, you'll make him cry," his mother admonished lightly. Itachi looked up his mother, who smiled wearily. "When we take him home in a week, you can look at him all you want."
"You can't come home now?" Itachi asked. "He's right here now." He pointed to the cradle. His mother smiled again.
"No, we need to stay here, to make sure he's healthy," his mother explained.
"I'll fight anything that tries to hurt him," Itachi said fiercely. "I'll kill them."
"None of that talk," his father said, hearing the remark as he came into the room. "Save the killing for when you're in ANBU."
"Yes, father," Itachi said formally. I mean it. If anything happens to Sasuke, I'll hurt the person who did it. He looked at his finger, the one that would have poked his brother. Even if it's me.
The End