Authors note--- Ok. So yea. This is pretty much awesome packed into one small, excrutiatingly short one-shot type thing. Only, its like a bunch of one shots…Um yea. So My friend NeuroticSeduction, She's kinda awesome. And she helped with the ideas for the morning things. So shes going to put this up along with her morning, with gaara. Visa-versa. I hope you all like!!

Mornings with Ninjas-
Series-Naruto
Pairings-None…Well, Itachi/Sasuke
Warnings-This was made while on crack. (fo serious? No. Jebus.)
Inspiration-CRACK! AND…rootbeer…..and some mango…yea.

Sasuke groaned, smashing a pillow on his face. The off tune voice of Itachi singing, "I feel pretty" from the bathroom came floating into the room. "ITACHI! SHUT THE HELL UP!" He yelled angrily.

"Its ritual!!!!!! If my nail polish isn't perfect, they'll know it's not natural!!!" He whined.

Sasuke grimaced, as he trudged into the bathroom. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Itachi screamed. "What." Sasuke yawned.

"YOUR HAIR! IT'S A MESS!!! OH DEAR GOD! I NEED GEL! AND LOTS OF IT!!!!!!!!!"

Sasuke looked into the mirror, his eyes widening at the sight of what was supposed to be his hair. "GEL!! ITACHI!! FIX IT!! AH AHHHH... FIX IT FIX IT!!!"

Itachi pulled out the purple gel from his purple make-up bag that was next to his purple nail polish remover that was covered by lavender perfume. He stuck two fingers in the goo, and slopped it into Sasuke's hair, Trying his best to get it to its normal spike in the back, while sasuke freaked out over the hair straightener taking to long to heat up.

Once the mess on his head was fixed he sighed, admiring the work of art that was now his hair.

"That's better... But I think it needs more purple..." Itachi mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing!" He grinned sheepishly.

A smile spread across Sasuke's face, as he saw His older brother pull out a black eye pencil.

"Itachi, can I put it on you!!! I need to practice!!! Its for cosmetology school!!"

"Um...No."

"Please?"

"No"

"PLEASEEE?!?"

"I SAID NO, BITCH!"

"...ok..."
Sasuke sulked quietly away, feeling shunned by the "eviler than snake boy" brother of his.

Itachi grumbled curse words under his breath, as the song changed to Barbie girl.

"I'm a Barbie boy!

In a ninja worrrlldddd.

Life being evil,

Is totally weevle!!!"

Itachi sang happily.

Sasuke arched an eyebrow, and peeked into the bathroom. "Weevle is NOT a word."

"Yes. Yes it is."

"Oh ya?" Sasuke asked.

"Use it in a sentence."

"Ugh, fine, 'That hair, is so totally weevle.' Happy?" He asked grimacing.

"You suck."

"No YOU suck."

"Who TOLD YOU?!?"

"What?"

"Nothing!!"

"Damn you Kisame...You and your big mouth." he groaned.

"Well, I have to hate you today. That's what they all think. So, I will see you for dinner when I run away from that pink haired chick and my boyfriend naruto... I mean, Friend...That's a boy..."

"Ya...Like Kisame...He's a friend... That's a man...He's a man friend."

Kaybye.

Bye...

END.