I haven't written for like years now.

But I've like suddenly got back into Naruto and I've been plagued by stories and events. They're like on my mind again, and I'm just gonna have to do the right thing; try writing again. They just never leave me alone.

Disclaimer: Fanfiction. Ya know what that means. Fans who write fiction. If I owned it, I wouldnt be here...

I'll Warn you here.
Possible Yaoi. If there is, and I like to say there will be...SasuNaru...(Pauses for random fangirl screams)
Kakairu (Pauses again for few fangirl screeches)
Itachi/OC (waits for screams but only hears coughs)

There might be swearing. Strong swearing. Highly likely due to my attitude...occasionally.
Alot of confusion. Grammar mistakes. Spelling mistakes.

Rushed. OCCness. And other stuff, that I would mention but alas can't remember, so if there is anything you notice not on this list, it was on this list.

Prologue

Every year, on this day, we'd wake up and we'd dress in black. Not just father and I, the whole village too. We'd leave our house and everyone in black would stop in mid movement, and bow as we walked past, sadness clear in their eyes.
Her gravestone stood tall and proud in the shadow of the tree, cleaned and visited already before we could do it. Flowers were packed around it, evident that practically all the villagers had already been here.
We stood silently, remembering her. I looked at her picture, her red hair blowing in the wind as sakura blossoms glided by, her face turning back towards us, smiling. Smiling as bright as the sun. It was a beautiful picture of her. Happy. That's why father wanted it there.

We stood there for seconds. Minutes. Hours. Time didn't matter, just being with her, feeling her presence, thats all that mattered at the moment.

My father wrapped his arm around my shoulder, signaling that he wanted to leave. I looked back over my shoulder quickly, glancing at her photo and the flowers, then back at my father again, his golden hair flowing, his face serious but sad, his thoughts still reminiscing.
He suddenly stopped walking. I looked away from him and at the family that stood before us. All beautiful.

They were the Uchihas. Family friends. I had never really fully met them. Only their parents. They'd visit and laugh with my father occasionlly, ruffle my hair and speak buisness. They never brought round their sons.

"Minato," I heard the man talk, my father looked at him, his gaze focusing, "I'm sorry for ur loss."
My father gave him a weak smile. It was the same sentence every year. As if it was the only thing he could say, the only way to comfort him.
We walked past them, my shoulder brushing past the younger son.
I finally thought I could go home and change out of these gloomy clothes, that was until my wrist was pulled and I stopped again, causing my father to stop aswell.
I turned around a pale face stared back at mine. Just in the corner of my eye I could see his brother and parents glancing at him curiously.
"Im sorry," Came from his lips, his eyes were sad.
Confusion washed through me. Why was he saying sorry to me? He didn't know her nor me. So why was he saying sorry?
"It's ok" I said softly, I didn't know what else to say. What could I say?
He looked down, away from my eyes. He didn't let go, and his mouth would open and close as if he wanted to say something else but knew he couldn't at this moment.

His brother smiled and bent down.
"Hello, I'm Itachi and this is Sasuke, Is it ok if we can see you again later?"
He smiled gently at me. Sasuke still didn't look up.
A blush silently crept on to my face. I didn't know how to answer.
"Sure you can, Fugaku, Mikoku, why don't you come round too?"
I watched as the man, Fugaku smirked as he nodded and the women Mikoku smiled and spoke. "Sure, we'll come round when the time is right."
Sasuke released his grip. I watched them go over to the grave and bid their greetings. Placing the flowers and bowing, and just like that, we were gone and out of sight.

I was home in the blink of an eye and changing into my black shirt and shorts.
It was then, a clock struck twelve, and my father opened my bedroom door. A bright smile on his face.
"Happy birthday Naruto!" He walked over to me, lifting me high into the hair and spinning me around. "You're eight Naruto! It's your eighth birthday!"
I didn't understand sometimes. How he and everyones personality could change 180 degrees in just one day, just cause the clock struck twelve. But, then again, my father is always as happy as this, it's more unusual for him to be down.
I cracked a smile.
"I'm finally eight!" I laughed and held on to my father. He soon released me and we were running down the stairs, racing.
As we ran down the hall, I stopped and looked at my mothers photo, the little shrine in our home. The same photo as it was on the grave.
"Okaasan, I'm eight today. I'm finally eight, another year older. Thank you for giving birth to me. Okaasan, I miss you."
"Naruto! Come get your birthday ramen!" my father shouted from the kitchen.
I ate my birthday ramen happily with my father. Gulping down what I could, before it was all gone.
"Naruto, I'm sorry, I won't be able to spend the rest of the day with you until five...". He looked away for a moment, sadness crossing his face. It was understandable. My father, afterall, was the 4th hokage, he'd have alot of work to do.
"That's ok," I smiled, "I'll go to ramen ichiraku, then I'll see Iruka-sensei and Kakashi-nii. I've got a long list."
My father chuckled at me. "Alryt. See you in a few. Ja'ne!"
And just like that, I was alone, but I wasn't completely alone either.

I ate the last of my ramen, leaving the dishes and out my house. Running down the streets, a few people waved at me and wished me a happy birthday, others glared but then smiled. Fake.
I was heading to Ramen Ichiraku, but I was stopped dead in my tracks by two familiar figures.
Itachi and Sasuke.
Itachi was holding a few bags in his hands as Sasuke walked beside him smiling.

That was until, they saw me.

And they froze. For a mere 2 seconds before they both regained their composure and walked over to me, Itachi squeezing the bags tighter so no one could peek into it.

"Uchiha-sans, Good afternoon". I bowed to them.
"Hello Uzumaki-san" Itachi greeted me. Sasuke bowed before speaking.
"Happy birthday Uzumaki san."
I chuckled, scratching the back of my head.
"Thank you, You don't have to be so polite to me. Naruto is enough." It felt weird being talked to so politely by others my age or near my age.
"I could say the same to you, Naruto-kun" Itachi smiled. He smiled often. He was kind and gentle.
"Yes!" I said to them.
Sasuke grabbed at his brothers jumper and looked at him, talking silently to one other.
"We best be off Naruto-kun"
"We'll see you later, if you're still okay with that?" Sasuke asked shyly to me.
I blushed again.
"Yes, It-it's okay with me". I stuttered.

It was then, the first time Sasuke and I stared into each others eyes and smiled. I held out my hand, and he held out his.

For the rest of the day, I ate more ramen with Iruka-sensei and Kakashi-nii and Teuchi and Ayame as we celebrated my birthday. I got home just before five, my father poofed in holding gifts for me, and the Uchihas came soon after, baring gifts for me aswell.

Every year, on this day, we'd wake up and we'd dress in black. We'd bid our greetings to my mother. We'd cry and we'd wish, that on this day, those years ago, the nine tailed fox never lost control, that my mother didn't die and that the third had never ordered my father to be guarded and held back as he sacificed himself for the village.
We'd change our moods at twelve to celebrate my birthday on the same day.
And now, because of this day the Uchihas would celebrate with us.

Honestly, it was meant to be a really short beginning. Just a least a paragraph, but it came to be a whole day. xD

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