Itachi was just a mere child of seven. He was perfect, absolute perfection in others eyes. He was a smart boy. His parents were proud of every and anything he accomplished. Well, except one thing. He had a bit of a habit. It's not a big thing, he just liked to..crossdress. He wasn't a transgender or anything, when people told him he was cute he'd simply smile and tell them he was a boy. He was shy, and only liked to do it when he was home, alone preferably. But one day his father caught him wearing a maid cafe outfit, and practicing saying "Welcome Home Master." Fugaku wasn't pleased and blamed Mikoto for taking him to soap operas and taking him with her to the nail salon. But when Itachi cried, thinking his father hated him, Fugaku stopped with the accusations and let him be. He certainly wasn't pleased to always see his son wearing some dress or the other. Or to see his son walk around the house with lip gloss on and high heels.
Itachi sure had the complection to pull it off too. His skin was pale, his hair was long sleek and black, and reached the bottom of his neck. But sometimes he'd put extensions in his hair to make his hair longer. Fugaku would sometimes think his son was a daughter when he'd appear at the dinner table in a short skirt and a tank top. Mikoto actually enjoyed shopping for her son, even though Fugaku disapproved. And it was rare to see Itachi wearing boy clothes. Fugaku was very surprised when he saw his son wearing shorts and a white plain shirt. But his bravado disappeared when Itachi told him plain and simple that his friends were coming over and he didn't want them to know he crossdressed. The friends Itachi had were surprisingly manly.
Fugaku didn't know why Itachi fell into their crowd.
But he had to accept his son, no matter how confused he was with it. "Papa, have you seen my purse?" But it was the innocent questions like that, that got Fugaku. It was a normal question any 18 year old daughter would ask her father when going out with her boyfriend. It didn't help that it was his seven year old son, who wore tights, heels, dresses, skirts, tank tops, tube tops. Mikoto didn't allow Itachi to paint his nails, or wear real makeup, so he'd improvise and color his nails with a marker, and use lip gloss on his lips. He'd even curl his hair or straighten it, or wave it out, or do whatever the hell girls did.
And it worried Fugaku Itachi would grow up to be gay also. Since he never showed interest in girls. He knew Itachi was seven, but around that age, Fugaku was already crushing on a girl and making her poor chocolates for Valentines day. Itachi instead read magazines on how to look prettier and blushed when a boy would call him cute.
Fugaku had these worries, but it was okay. Because Itachi was his son. Male son.
But then one day he came home from school crying one day about how someone he'd confessed to turned down is feelings. Fugaku let that arise his hopes because at least Itachi had a girl he liked. Until Mikoto had told him it was a boy he confessed to, and the boy told him that he preffered girls. The next day Fugaku found Itachi getting ready for school, in a pink dress. He didn't say anything about it at the time, but when Itachi came home from school, he was smiling happily. Claiming that the 'senpai' he really liked accepted his feelings now that he was a girl and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Fugaku wanted to strangle the boy who did.
Actually, the whole crossdressing thing became accustomed to Fugaku when Itachi started not doing it around him more. Maybe because he had taken extra hours at work, to avoid that part of his life. And when he'd return home, he'd see Itachi coloring his nails a different color. And that was fine, because at least he wasn't in a dress.
When Itachi turned nine, his crossdressing turned up even more. And Fugaku couldn't ignore it. He'd catch Itachi wearing lip gloss even more, and trying on leggings, and even posing like he were a girl on the cover of those magazines he'd read. The questions he'd ask Fugaku would increase, even if they sounded innocent and cute, he couldn't take it. "Do I look cute, Papa?" Itachi would ask him, while twirling in a flower dress and blushing slightly, with his hair up in a bun. And Mikoto taking pictures behind him, acting like it was fine. And Fugaku wouldn't want Itachi to cry, so he'd reluctantly say, "Yes." Itachi would squeal and hug him, in a dress. And Fugaku would hesitantly hug back, and would have to tell himself, This is my son.
The small kiss Itachi got on the cheek by the boy he confessed to when he was seven was a small thing, no more. That was what Fugaku thought. But the boy came over to their house. And he'd call Itachi cute right in front of him and kiss him on the lips quickly like Fugaku didn't see it. And Itachi would blush. He would blush. He'd blush and kiss the boy back shyly. And Fugaku had learned the boys name was Kisame. And Kisame was actually a year older than Itachi. And he'd call Itachi, 'hun' or 'babe' or 'cutie' or 'sweetheart.' Things Fugaku called Mikoto during their dating years.
And when Kisame left Itachi would remove the lip gloss and take the dress he was wearing off and change into a simple skirt or some other. And Fugaku couldn't see that Kisame didn't know yet that the interaction they had when Itachi was seven and he was eight didn't give him any hints. Because Kisame didn't know Itachi was a boy. Fugaku probably didn't know that for himself either. Because Itachi would even wear his towel like a female. Like he was covering breasts that he didn't have.
And Fugaku decided he didn't want to go to the beach ever again. Because Itachi wore a bathing suit meant for females. And even though you could see he had a appendage a girl wasn't supposed to have, other boys at the beach didn't realize that, little boys. They called him cute and adorable, making Itachi blush and sttuter around them, even though he'd tell them he had a 'boyfriend'. And the parents at the beach knew he was a boy and would look at Mikoto and Fugaku, disgusted. And remove their children away from Itachi. And Itachi would ask his father, "Papa, why are the other kids moving away from me?" And Fugaku never knew the answer. "I don't know son." He made emphasis on the son, even though Itachi wouldn't realize Fugaku's disgruntled state until he was older. Much, much older.
Although it seemed, Itachi didn't know that girls didn't have a 'penis'. So when he found out, and Kisame broke up with him he was devastated. Although, Fugaku wanted to know how Kisame found out, because Itachi would never tell someone that he knew would reject him if they found out. He asked Itachi, and Itachi responded saying, "He kissed me and then started touching me down there." Fugaku had went to the boy's house and punched his father in the face.
Itachi was sad about losing his first boyfriend for months. So sad that he'd even been stopping on crossdressing. He'd walk around the house in boy clothes, and would have his hair down instead of in a ponytail or a bun or in a braid. Fugaku was happy inwardly that has son was looking and acting like a boy. Except, Itachi wasn't fine. He was only happy when in a dress or wearing lip gloss or holding a purse or posing like a female. Fugaku went out of his way when returning home to buy Itachi a new dress. One that was baby blue with white polka dots and matching heels, and a matching hair ribbon too. Itachi was beyond happy by it.
And he wore the dress for the rest of the day.
And while Fugaku could easily compare his son to a girl, he felt that maybe he'd grow out of it still.
Fugaku thought his son would grow out if it and he was wrong. Itachi was fourteen now and still very short for his age, his hair was long enough to be out in a proper ponytail without extensions. And since he was in high-school now, his mother allowed him to wear makeup finally and to have real nail polish. The children in his school hadn't known he crossdressed. Since Itachi was still shy about it. Fugaku didn't know if he liked the fact that his son was in the boys locker room. It's not like he thought his son would be intimidated, he just knew how boys saw Itachi. They'd harass him or molest him, violate him in some sort of way. And Fugaku didn't want to think of it.
Itachi would return home with bruises and scratches. And his response was always, "I fell," or "I hit myself," or the worst, "I scratched day self putting on a dress." Fugaku would believe all of them if not for Itachi's Coach calling him to tell him that the boys caught Itachi wearing female underwear under his clothing and started bullying him about him. Calling him things like, 'faggot' or 'homo' and would tell him to stay away from them. And to go kill himself. Fugaku would find his son crying in the restroom or burning a dress he had or insulting himself through a mirror. The next step would be self harm and Fugaku wouldn't allow that.
Itachi's Coach suggested therapy for Itachi. Fugaku vehemently denied that. Because there wasn't anything wrong with his son. He just liked to do different things than the other kids. Itachi continued to go to school and return home with a new cut or bruise and while Fugaku couldn't stand it, he'd seen it coming. He thought Itachi's habit would be gone by the time he reached high school. But it only grew. And Fugaku couldn't confront anyone because he knew he'd grow angry and hit them. And he already had charges pressed by Kisame's father.
Itachi would look sullen and would wear a dress to cheer himself up, but it wouldn't work so he'd lay in his bed staring at the ceiling sadly. And Fugaku couldn't take it. He couldn't take it that his son was a cross dresser, his son was gay, his son was a daughter, his son was hurting himself, his son was crying everyday, his son was getting bullied, his son was afraid of school, his son thought God hated him, his son wasn't himself anymore.
"Papa, do you think I'm...a faggot?"
And Fugaku knew he couldn't answer that. He couldn't answer anymore of Itachi's questions ever again. But he did. He gripped his son's shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes. "Itachi, you were born the way you were. You like to wear makeup, to wear dresses, you like boys, you like posing, you like to be called cute, you do. But that doesn't make you that. Don't ever think that. And those kids bullying you at school are only jealous. They are jealous, that you can express yourself and they can't. They just don't understand. The pain and suffering that it takes to be a person like you. You're a boy and you know it, and you can still be free and do what you do. Itachi you are not a faggot. Don't ever think such." Itachi smiled and hugged him.
And maybe, just maybe, Fugaku could convince himself with that answer.
My friend was saying to me the other day that, what if Itachi was a cross dresser? And I really wanted someone to make a fanfiction about it, but I couldn't find it. So I converted from just a reader to a writer. I only wrote this because no one else would. It's my first story so go easy on me. And Sasuke doesn't appear in this story for plot reasons I guess. Sorry I'm a reader not a writer...