A/N: We watched Taken yesterday, and Liam Neeson reminds me of how much my own dad is protective of me. That's why Papasuke is extremely relatable for me. Here you go, an Uchifam fic! I hope ya'll enjoy it. :D
Anecdote #1: Ring
Riiiiing!
"Hello? Can I speak to Sarada-chan?"
"She doesn't live here."
Riiiiing!
"Hello? Sarada-chan?"
"Wrong number."
Riiiiing!
"Sarada-chan!"
"Piss off."
If the phone rings one more time, he'll fucking incinerate it.
He was on leave, damn it. He's supposedly relaxing, spending time with his family, being all-fatherly.
But what was he doing? Answering these damned calls for his daughter, that's what. Giving those hormonal teenage boys a piece of his mind. Why were they even trying to call his daughter? How did they even acquire their number? He'd have to speak to his daughter about that—when she and her mother get back from their blasted salon appointment.
No, he isn't sulking because they chose to have their hair done over spending time with him.
Riiiiing!
Oh, that's it.
He picked up the receiver and spoke with all the pre-requisite hatred an Uchiha possessed.
"I don't know who you are. But if it's my daughter that you want, then better forget it. I do have a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you stop bothering my daughter now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you."
There. Oscar-worthy.
"Sasuke? What are you saying?"
Damn.
"Nothing, Sakura. How's your…hair?"