Summary: Itachi changes a lot over the years.
One shot and first fanfic, so I'd be perfectly willing to embrace all necessary flames(but would prefer criticisms).
On the morning of Itachi's first birthday he dutifully woke up at the ungodly hour of 5 AM.
Itachi then proceeds to sit and wait for the sunrise, smiling happily at the window when the colors of the sky changed again and the bars of the crib gradually began to warm.
The Uchiha clan's first-born had just one fear, but the newly one year old babe was not afraid of falling. Not when he taught himself to walk at 4 months, for every time he tumbled he quietly noted where his footing went wrong on the previous attempt and did not make the same mistake again, until his slow but steady motors skills fleshed out with only 2 days effort.
Itachi was also not afraid of lacking in intelligence. In this case, he simply did not know what the thing was. Even for shinobi children, Itachi was definitely precocious from birth. Instead of "ma", or "da" for a first word, one day Itachi whispers "sunrise" as the sky changes color and grows warm. His parents had always been kaasan and tousan to him. Always. Because proper honor was due to the lights of his little world.
What discouraged his parents from fearing the extreme in growth of their first born son was the tiny but genuine smiles he always gave his mother, and the bob of fluffy black head for his father.
Itachi-chan, they noted from then on, was everything a first- born son should be. They decide to pointedly ignore the negatives to any differences from then on, for the precocious children were always different, weren't they? And their son was very much the prodigy the clan had hoped would inherit the mantle of heir.
At one, Itachi doesn't yet know he's different, drastically different.
But Fugaku and Mikoto have already fallen into the habit of believing the goodness of each of their first- born's actions.
On the night of the massacre, Itachi kills Fugaku first. He does this soundlessly, as the clan head waited silently and proudly with his wife for his end. Much as Fugaku remembers Itachi's accomplishments in bring the clan honor and values his son thusly, Itachi does not let him forget their relationship was never forged on love.
Mikoto, Itachi actually considered sparing. For less than a split second, but the thought definitely crossed his mind. He remembers her hugs where Fugaku only had glances, her gentle touches to his bruises after his trial in walking. That too, takes less than a split second as he remembers how his new life does not allow for weaknesses.
"Gomen, kaasan" Itachi whispers to the night as his mother's body also slumps to the ground.
With her death his fear of cold is gone.
Owari
A/N: Yes this may seem like a weird way to portray Itachi, but hear me out on what I think of him. I don't think Itachi or Orochimaru was born creepy and power seeking, just a teensy bit quieter, and definitely prodigy children. They should be capable of real happiness when they don't know that they're special. The fact that I made him love his mother a little is just because I said so. Because even cold prodigies need to remember a gentle touch from somewhere. She is the only thing holding him back from turning to the Akatsuki life until he kills her, because she was a reminder of a normal life that made him fear the "cold" of completely forsaking his old life. And then of course, there is Sasuke for a living reminder.
ok, the new author will stop rambling now. Review please, but remember this is my first fic, done on the orders of the plot bunny in a night's time.
