ok dudes, first fic, so dont be harsh XD
it was a random idea, but i think its pretty awsome so far
PLEASE REVIEW!!!
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Chapter 1
Itachi lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Thinking about how wonderful it would be in the future to have a wife and a couple dozen kids running around. He smirked at the idea, then stood up, and looked through the mirror at his complexion. He frowned, grabbed the pink hairbrush lying on the table, and delicately brushed his silky black hair.
In another room, a six-year-old Sasuke was sitting on the couch, watching Dora the Explorer, getting very interactive with it, repeating almost everything she said, and pointing childishly at the TV. He preferred to stay as far away from Itachi. He could be scary sometimes.
In front of his mirror, Itachi pulled the brush one last time through his hair and carefully put it into a neat ponytail. He arose, just in time to answer the phone. He skipped around joyfully, happy to hear the voice of one of the prettiest ninjas he had ever met. She had long black hair, similar to his own, but put up in a gorgeous fashion that he adored. She was skinny, but not too skinny, with a decent sized chest, and glasses that brought out her beautiful dark pink eyes.
He began to shiver with joy as she spoke calmly into the phone.
"Hi, Itachi?"
"Yes, gorgeous?"
"Uhhh, OK then. Anyways, sensei told me to tell you to join us at the training grounds in like five minutes, Kay?
"Oh, yeah, sure. Ummm, thanks for calling," Itachi choked out nervously.
"Sure," she said as she quickly hung up on him.
Itachi slowly let go of the phone, then with no warning, slapped himself across the face.
"GOD! WHY CAN'T I TALK TO A GIRL! OH MY GOD I JUST TOTALLY RUINED ANY CHANCE I HAD OF EVER GOINT OUT WITH HER! AAAAAHHH! I'M SUCH AN IDIOT!" He began to bang his head on the wall closest to him screaming, "WHY, WHY, WHY!!!"
"Itachi?" his mom called, walking into the room, "are you okay?"
He quickly stopped and turned to his mother his forehead bright read. "Yeah, sure," he replied quickly, tuning toward the back door to meet with his sensei at the training grounds.
"Hang on there, Itachi, are you sure?"
"Yeah, Mom," he said. "I have to go meet sensei now, so I might be home late." He began picking up a few things, "See ya later," he said kissing her forehead.
She watched him walk out the door, as a dumbfounded look came upon her face. "God," she thought shaking her head, "what is wrong with my children?"