I have a lot of unfinished stories lying around on my computer that are too small and unfinished to be seperate stories(even just one-shots) but too big for me to feel good about them just lying around. So I figured I could upload them in a colection of drabbles - an anthology. (therfore 'Drabble-Anthology')

Anyway, here's the first one! I hope you like it!

Title: Lightning

Summary: During a night full of thunder Fugaku can't sleep and is feeling guilty for telling his youngest son off when he clearly was scared of the storm raging outside. (I suck at summaries, but oh well)

Disclaimer: I do not own 'Naruto or any of the characters. Only the plot is mine.

Uchiha Fugaku did not like thunder. It wasn't like he was scared of it, no he just couldn't sleep. The flashes and the noise always kept him awake.

The Uchiha patriarch sat up in the bed, looking at his wife, Mikoto Uchiha. The thunder didn't seem to bother her at all as she was still dead to the world. Another flash of lightning lit up the room and Fugaku couldn't help but think that he was lucky to have found such a beautiful, caring wife. Contrary to common belief Fugaku was a kind man. But being the head of one of the strongest, most well-known clans in the entire ninja world, he had to keep up a stern exterior. Even towards his two dear sons. And he hated it, how his youngest son seemed to distance himself from him. As though he thought he didn't care. But he had to prepare him from the harshness of the world outside. That wasn't necessary with Itachi. Because Itachi already knew – He had seen it first hand when he was only four years old. Sasuke hadn't, seeing that he was born after the end of the war. And that was why Fugaku was always more strict with Sasuke. Though he had to admit that he really liked the bubbly cheerful little pal and the way he almost always smiled that bright, innocent smile.

Fugaku could only hope nothing would ever wipe that smile away.

After just sitting in the bed for what felt like hours Fugaku decided to do something more productive and go to the kitchen for a cup of water.

As he stood by the sink, half emptied cup in hand, he wondered how Itachi was doing. He was on a week-long mission to the Sand. The thunder would probably reach him in a couple of hours.

Itachi seemed to be fine with thunder though, unlike his younger brother. Fugaku's thoughts then drifted events from earlier that night.

Flashback

Fugaku was just getting ready for bed when someone knocked on the door to the bedroom.

"Mom? Dad?" A tiny voice asked as the door creaked open enough for the little boy to peer into his parents' bedroom.

"Yes?" Mikoto, who was already in bed said, beckoning for the child to enter.

"C-Can I sleep w-with you tonight?" Their youngest son, Sasuke asked, looking scared.

"No." Fugaku's voice was stern and final. There would be no discussion.

"But, Fugaku, look at him." His wife tried to reason, but Fugaku wouldn't budge.

"No. He's too old for this."

Sasuke, who had feared, but still expected this outcome slowly, disappointedly nodded and then left the room almost soundlessly.

End of flashback

To be honest he was feeling kind of guilty for telling his young son off like that. He knew Sasuke usually slept with Itachi during thunder storms, but obviously that wasn't an option tonight. And so, just to make sure, Fugaku downed the rest of the water, before filling the now empty cup and heading for the young boy's room.

Before he could open the door to Sasuke's room to make sure he had fallen asleep after all, a light, muffled sob made his hand freeze in midair. Was he- Was he really crying? But Sasuke didn't cry! Never. Not even when he broke his leg, even though most children his age would cry just by getting a bruise or small wound on their knee. Fugaku remembered the look on Sasuke's face when he had asked if he could sleep with them earlier, and suddenly the little flicker of guilt he'd felt doubled tenfold. Silently pushing the door open he looked at his son who was hiding underneath his covers as though trying to block out the thunder – or maybe keep in the sobs. He was shaking, Fugaku noticed as he unconsciously went nearer. Suddenly, the heap on the bed seemed to freeze.

"Who-Who's there?" A small, shaking voice asked and Fugaku was actually a little impressed. Sasuke had sensed his presence even though he hadn't made a sound. Slowly, the covers were lifted just enough for the young boy to get a sight of the intruder. As lightning struck once again, Sasuke almost gasped at the sight of his father there in his room. Hesitantly he sat up, letting the covers pool around his waist. "D-dad?" The boy flinched at another flash of lightning and Fugaku walked the last few steps to the bed and sat down at the side.

"Here, drink" he ordered almost gently as he held out the cup of water. Sasuke took the glass with shaking little hands and quickly, quietly drank its contents. When he was done, Fugaku took the glass and put it down on the bedside table, before moving back to scoop his little son up in his arms. Sasuke quickly grabbed a hold of his father's shirt as he walked out of the room.

Back in the master bedroom Mikoto had woken up to find the other side of the bed empty. She was puzzled at first, but when she heard the door to the room be slid open she smiled at the sight of her husband walking in with their youngest son slightly shaking in his arms.

When he made it to the bed, Fugaku gently laid his son down next to his mother before he too climbed in and put an arm around the young boy who immediately snuggled into his chest. Gently, Mikoto moved over and wrapped her arm around the boy, letting her other hand wave through his hair in a comforting motion. It wasn't long before the little boy fell asleep.

Looking down at Sasuke's almost peaceful, sleeping face, Fugaku once again felt guilty for telling his son off in the first place. Bu looking over at his wife who was smiling reassuringly at him, he knew that he had made up for his mistake. With that thought Uchiha Fugaku fell asleep with his dear, young, innocent son in his arms, the thunder roaring on outside and a smile just shy of spreading on his face.

I actually wanted to call this 'Thunder' but seeing that I already have one fic called that, I settled for lightning. Anyway, thank you for reading and please leave a review! :D