The Red Crayon
Warnings: Uh, SasuSaku, NaruSaku, shota.
Disclaimer: I dont own Naruto or The Eccentric Files.
Um, the kids are sorta fiveyearsoldinthisfic. Yes. So, its just kinda… weird. Yes, weird is a good word. This fic is weird, but it was inspired by The Eccentric Files. (Seriously, who fights about a crimson crayon for twelve years?)
Naruto stole it because you never shared.
I shared with you.
No you didn't!
I did.
Seven times.
It is common knowledge that five-year-olds play in the mud. Yes, it is. But even the five-year-olds Sasuke and Sakura admit Naruto takes it too far. Especially when the only thing that mud doesn't end up covering is his eyes.
Of course, Sasuke and Sakura still look immaculate - Sakura is a little girl and Sasuke is (not a little girl, really) an Uchiha heir. (That, in and of itself, demands that he be uptight.) Naruto is simply making up for their cleanliness.
So since Sakura and Sasuke need to stay clean, they just watch Naruto play in the mud, and color. Sasuke has a red crayon (that looks disturbingly like blood - Itachi would be so proud) and Sakura has a green one.
"Do you want to use the red?" Sasuke asks suddenly, looking over at Sakura. Sakura looks scandalized.
"You have cooties." Sakura informs him gravely. Now its Sasuke's turn to look scandalized.
"I don't have cooties!" He huffs, crossing his little arms. The crayon falls to the ground, forgotten.
"Yes you do! All boys have cooties." Sakura says, and crosses her own arms.
"Except Naruto." Sakura added, looking thoughtful. Sasuke frowns, and glances over at the mud-covered boy.
"But he eats mud." Sasuke states, pouting. Its not even an insult - they're watching Naruto eat mud as it is.
"But you still have cooties." Sakura insists.
"I don't! I'll prove it." Sasuke declares, looking triumphant.
"How?" Sakura asks, clearly disbelieving. Clearly. Sasuke frowns again - he hadnt thought that far.
"Well…" Sasuke says, floundering, before something dawns on him. Then the little boy leans forward and plants a kiss, right on her cheek.
Sakura's mouth falls open, and she just stares.
"Maybe you don't have cooties." She finally says, and plucks the red crayon out of his fingers.