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Kelle: Hello, this is my first fic ever.Please be nice. Hope you like it.
Nimble Paws: This story was written by Kelle. One of the two authors of this account.
Tsunade snored loudly on her desk, making some of the papers in front of her flutter slightly. The first lights of dawn shone through the window illuminating her back.
Suddenly, she woke up, jerking her head from her arms. Drowsily, she wiped her mouth free of drool with a sleeve while looking around the room in apparent confusion. She could sense that someone was there, yet she couldn't see anyone.
"Shizune?" she mumbled sleepily.
Her eyes widened, and she neatly leapt from her seat, dodging a row of kunai in the process.
"Who's there?" she demanded loudly, arms raised and her ears pricked in alertness.
A small dark figure sped towards her from the ceiling, and missed, hitting her desk instead. Her desk split cleanly in half, and Tsunade nearly fell over in shock when she saw a little boy among the rubble of wood and papers.
"Damn," he muttered, struggling to free his foot from the pile of wood shards. "I would've hit her if my leg wasn't so damn short."
Tsunade gaped at him. He looked no older than four, but that had been a powerful kick.
The child looked up, dark bangs falling over his eyes, but that wasn't enough to conceal his…
"Sharingan?" Tsunade gasped, surveying the child up and down.
If anything, he resembled Sasuke mostly. He had long dark hair, and the unmistakable redness of the Sharingan. But the murderous look on his face didn't quite match the hot pink overalls he had on.
The boy fumbled for more kunai, but his small hand could barely enclose a single one, and he ended up dropping most of them to the floor. He cursed, and started on what seemed like a set of hand signs, but it only produced a small spark of chakra.
"Damn it all!" he shouted, kicking at the remains of her desk with viciousness a four-year old shouldn't posses.
Tsunade swooped on him from behind, and captured him tightly in her arms. He fought hard like a wildcat, letting out a stream of cuss words…some that even was new to Tsunade. She held him patiently, but watched his useless, but powerful kicks and punches with keen interest.
The only thing she could make out in his expression besides battle rage was a cloud of discomfort as he fought to be as far away from her chest as possible. After a long while, his struggle became a little weaker, so she put him down.
That was a mistake.
He flew at her at an instant with incredible speed, but she sidestepped his blow and got him captive in her arms again.
"Who are you?" she asked when he had given up completely an hour later.
He glared at her, but when she tightened her hold threateningly to her bosom, he gave a little sigh.
"Uchiha Itachi…"
She nearly dropped the boy in shock.
"Come again?"
"You heard me!" the boy growled, turning his head so he could glower at her properly. "Uchiha Itachi."