I somewhat feel like I'm loosing my touch in writing. -sigh- Thoughts of giving up my stories pass my mind but then I remember stories that I love being discontinued and I get depressed over those who like my stories. -sniff- I don't want anyone to feel the same as me over discontinued stories, so I'm still working on them. My mood is probably affected by the hot summer sun… Perhaps… I hate it… Please read and review. Hopefully my mood for writing returns. This was written a while back, but I'm posting it since I haven't updated any of my stories.

Me don't own Naruto! TT_TT

Release the Dango, Uchiha!

—OOO

Chapter One: A Mother's Worrying

To say that Uchiha Mikoto was worried was a big understatement.

The woman who looked no older than thirty, walked in graceful steps with no expression visible in that perfect face of hers, after all, she was an Uchiha. To anyone who was no expert on the Uchiha material, they would find her rather relaxed and enjoying a walk around the streets of Konoha. But those who actually managed to learn—or more like study—the Uchiha ways perfectly knew she was arguing with herself inwardly.

A slight crease appeared between her two perfect brows as she resisted frowning out in public, not that anyone would notice. But, what was so perturbing to her that made her two beautiful eye jewels narrow to thin slits at nothing in particular? Ah, well, you might find this the most bizarre of things but Uchiha Mikoto was having problems with one of her sons.

Yes, the Uchiha matriarch was having difficulties with one of her two Uchiha sons.

She sighed making sure no one heard it as she entered one of the stands that supplied with a variety of fruits and vegetables, and bizarrely, was that cottage cheese she saw at the counter?

The raven woman walked up to a counter that displayed the rich looking vegetables along with fresh fruit. Her petite hand picked up a bright colored fruit, or when cooked differently, a vegetable. It was a good looking tomato. She almost could smell the aroma coming off of it thanks to her keen five senses, and not to brag, her sixth sense was her specialty. And at the moment, it told her that her son in the near future was going to have trouble with the life style he was choosing.

Her own conflicting musing almost forced her to squish the poor defenseless tomato she was holding at the moment. No, it didn't have to do anything with the stoic at times but playful at others Uchiha Sasuke. Not at all. Yes, he sometimes would disrespect his father and would go days without appearing at the main house, but she perfectly knew that was part of growing up. He was, after all, barely eighteen years old. He still needed to learn more about life other than the shinobi ways. But of course, that was not how an Uchiha was raised. The Uchiha name came first before anything else, that was their way and it would stay that way. But thanks to one of Sasuke's teammates, Uzumaki Naruto, her son managed to learn to not see everything the shinobi way. She would always be grateful to the young man as well as his other teammate, Haruno Sakura. Both taught him how to view others as human beings and not like just another vulnerable person like his father wished for him to do so. She had wished she would have been the one to have taught him that, but being the Uchiha matriarch had its cons. She had to obey Uchiha law, but being married to the clan leader had some advantages at times as well.

The young woman picked up more tomatoes and placed them gently on the bag she always carried with her when shopping for groceries. She added a few more remembering that Sasuke would be taking a few days off from the mission roster. He would go mad if he finds no tomatoes on the family's fridge. Last time he went in a rampage and destroyed the apples that he had confused with tomatoes. She had to force him to calm down and clean the mess up. At least he ate healthy.

Ah, so if the troublesome was not Sasuke, then it was the great almightily Uchiha Itachi? Ladies and gentlemen. All hell has broken loose.

Indeed, it was Itachi who was troubling his poor mother. And it was for the simple fact that the next clan leader wasn't making healthy choices. The young man kept visiting traditional Japanese cafés. Not just that but instead of eating his mother's food he would order something from the cafés and take it home to eat, all the while hiding it from his family. But a mother notices when something is wrong with one of her sons. It had been like that since three years ago.

One night, she awoke smelling an uncanny aroma coming from her eldest son's room. She gingerly walked up to his room and without making a noise, she slightly opened the shoji door that separated her view to reveal his back to her. She narrowed her eyes trying to adjust to the darkness of her son's room which she succeeded without difficulty. She had wondered what Itachi was doing sitting criss-crossed in the middle of his bed concentrating on the object in his hands that he hadn't felt her presence yet, which he should of have by now thanks to his superior shinobi skills.

She ponder on what a single, twenty-year old young man would be doing in the middle of the night when no one would be around to be a witness. It dawn on her like one of Tsunade's chakra-charged punches. Ouch.

Oh no! Her poor baby boy was masturbating! She wanted to faint right there in place, if she were anyone else she would of, but Mikoto Uchiha was like no other woman. She calmed herself as she placed her slender hand on her fast beating heart. She was interrupted from her reverie as she heard a low moan coming from the future clan's head. Her eyes widened. She wanted to leave and pretend like nothing had happened but she perfectly knew that the image would forever be stuck in her mind.

Another moan. She once again peeked inside and she almost wished to kick herself as she view what really was going on.

Uchiha Itachi held a skewer that held three perfectly round and smooth looking dango above his head, his eyes scrutinizing every feature of his sweet meal almost as if he were trying to save the image forever in his memories. Some of the shouyu sauce would slid—in his opinion—painfully slow, the dense liquid landing on his awaiting mouth. He then, very leisurely, brought the skewer near his thin, beautiful parted lips. He took one of the dango into his mouth, moaning as he blissfully tasted the sweet ingredients all mixed as one. His expert tongue slowly encircled the small rice flour ball savoring the whole moment. He then brought a small cup that rested besides him adequately on the bed towards his mouth. It was the dango sauce; he poured more than necessarily into his mouth.

Mikoto couldn't believe that her son was showing such emotions! He had always acted impassive with everyone, except when angered. But at the moment… Oh god! And it was all because of the dango! She was glad that her son, even though in hiding, showed emotions. But, why when only eating sweet dango?

The Uchiha matriarch shook her head as she returned to the present and paid for the groceries she now held on her bag. These kind of actions still continued every night when no one was there to eyewitness it. She was worried; what if her son died due to his poor health food choices at such a young age? A strong ninja shouldn't die for simply eating too many sweets! People might think she's crazy but she can almost swear that if her son was given a choice to choose his family or dango he would go for the latter.

This time, the older woman actually frowned, not caring no more about showing emotion in public. She needed help. Now. But just who could help an Uchiha without making any gossip about it and containing the matter as classified business? Not just that but also know how to handle the future head clan and his stubbornness about eating only sweets? Not to mention, that person must have a medical mind; it has to be a medic nin. He or she must understand the affects that come upon her son if he continues his awful habits. But who…?

Mikoto looked up as she saw a black figure fly across the village of Konoha and crash right on top of one of the Hokage statues. Her eyes opened in amazement as she recognized who had been the victim. It was her nephew; Uchiha Shisui.

"UCHIHA!" Ah, she knew that voice well.

The raven woman looked back up towards the direction of the man who was her own son's best friend. He fell to the hard ground and absurdly didn't break any other bone or damaged his being more than it already had been.

Onyx eyes with long eyelashes landed on a pink-haired woman who as she got near her nephew, grabbed the high collar of his navy blue shirt with the Uchiha crest stationed at the back. She brought his face near her own, emerald glaring deadly at onyx.

"Shisui, if you dare to touch my behind again you will severely pay the consequences." She warned through grinding, white teeth.

Shisui paled as he tried ignoring all the fractured bones and misplaced sockets. "Sakura-chan! You know me better than to do such thing!" The raven man tried smiling but it cause him pain to do so.

Sakura narrowed her eyes. "Oh? Is that so? So you mean to say that you have grabbed by behind accidentally for five times this whole month?" She snorted, "Why don't I believe you?"

Shisui laughed nervously. "Because you probably… love me?"

The man was sure going to visit Suna today.

Mikoto smiled as she saw the whole seen before her two beautiful eyes. Ah, yes. Haruno Sakura, head medic in Konoha Hospital, apprentice of the well known Lady Tsunade. Her skills were as perfect as her mentors, but she still had lots to learn from her. Really strong and had always been good with genjutsu, even though she rarely uses it. Both her taijutsu and ninjutsu have improved over the years. Her perfect chakra control, talents of observation and analysis never have ceased to impress the woman since she had met her in her younger years. Now, age eighteen, she was a well know medic with ultimate shinobi skills. The kunoichi sure had some flaws such as her temper problems, but she never stopped amazing those around her, specially with her monstrous strength.

She had helped her when Fugaku had been feeling ill. Of course, she had to lie and say that it was herself, since her husband wouldn't dare seek for a medic's help. Sakura's expert eyes knew right away that she wasn't the one needing treatment. But the pink-haired medic understood right away. Having Uchiha Sasuke as her team member helped her career at the hospital when associating with other Uchihas. She didn't questioned her and just gave her herbs and instructions to follow. Mikoto had been pleased that she understood and hoped that her services stayed that way; having a personal and discreet medic in their clan's hands was an advantage for them.

Mikoto smiled. Yes, Haruno Sakura was the one for this job. Only she could handle her stoic of a son, Uchiha Itachi.

Yes, I know that I haven't updated my other stories; sorry. But this idea kept playing on my head! :D Hopefully you enjoyed it.

Random question: How many of you actually felt like you were tasting the dango or wanted to taste it at the moment? -drools- Bah! I did! ^.^

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