Believe
Story # 0280
by Kaline Reine
Disclaimer: I don't own the Naruto series, it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
WARNINGS: As always, this story is ItaSasu. It has yaoi (two males together), shota, and there are lots of suggestive things. And adult scenes. That means there's GAY SEX, people! This is just for the ItaSasu fangirls. Deal with it. I need a break from all the angst I've been writing lately. Also, it's in AU (alternate universe). You have been warned. Flames will only be used to make the rest of the story even hotter. ;)
This story is dedicated to my friend SilentBob777 on DA. ;) She's been wanting an ItaSasu story with just the two of them paired together for a while now. Sorry to keep you waiting so long.
Chapter 1:
The scent of freshly baked gingerbread hung in the air. The Uchiha household was bathed in the scent of freshly baked goodies… The tree was cheerfully decorated and beneath it's prickly green branches there was a small assortment of gifts. All of them were wrapped in pretty red and green paper, complete with frilly little bows on top.
Yet there was always that sense of gloom surrounding their home. They were a melancholy family. Their parents didn't get along and sometimes Fugaku would take it out on the children. It was Mikoto's job to stop that. She couldn't let her husband harm something that was so precious to her.
Lately things had been okay, though. There hadn't been any fights or abuse lately. Maybe it was the holiday season that brought everyone together… Or that was what Mikoto thought. If that kind of thing got out, Fugaku could lose his job. He was a police officer, so it was important that he stay out of trouble. He just let his drinking get the best of him sometimes…
It was Christmas Eve and the whole family was busy getting ready.
Mikoto was busy cooking when her husband came into the kitchen. "Fugaku-kun, why aren't you dressed?"
"Dressed?" He grunted, moving to the fridge to take out a beer.
"You were supposed to dress up as Santa for Sasuke this year. Did you forget? You do it every year…"
"The little snot's got to grow up some time," Fugaku complained. "Stop babying him."
"He's only eight…"
"That's more than enough time. He shouldn't believe in things like Santa and all that nonsense at his age. I have to go to work tonight anyway."
"Scrooge…" Mikoto muttered under her breath.
She gasped when a hand was brought up above her face. Her husband drew back to hit her, and she flinched. "That's what I fucking thought…" Fugaku drew his hand away, not quite drunk enough to give in to impulses yet.
Itachi, their oldest son, waited in the hall. He didn't like going into the kitchen to disturb his mother when she was baking. It was all he could do not to rush in there and knock out his asshole father. Itachi was thirteen, and he looked mature for his age, because he worked out at the gym three times a week. So he had a bit of muscle, although he wasn't too bulky. He was stronger than the average teenager, anyway.
As soon as he heard Fugaku walking toward the door that led out of the kitchen, and back into the main part of the house, he rushed down the hall and back into his room. He would talk to her later about it.
Right now, he knew he had to do something…
Sasuke was in his room finishing his homework. He'd saved up all of it and just wasted all of his time during winter break. He had only a few days to get it done, before he would have to go back to school. That was the part he hated about winter break the most… Homework and going back to school.
He heard some footsteps going down the hall by his room, and then some voices talking in another room. He couldn't hear what they were saying from his room, but it sounded like just normal conversation, so he ignored it. He needed to concentrate on what he was doing.
He didn't hear his mother being hit this time, so he felt like it was okay. He wasn't supposed to know about what went on, but he was a smart kid, despite what his father thought. He wished Itachi would come in his room to check on him again. He never told anyone but he really liked being around his older brother. He looked up to and admired him. The last time he'd seen Itachi had been about three hours ago, when he got out of the shower. He let his mind wander for a minute…
'Man, I have to finish this now or it won't be done in time,' He told himself. 'Stop daydreaming, Sasuke.'
After about another hour, he was finished with his work, and decided to go see if their Mom had baked anything he would like. He quickly rushed into the living room.
"Kaa-san, what did you make for us this year?" His glossy onyx eyes shone brightly in the evening light. It was starting to get dark outside now.
"Did all that studying make you hungry?" Mikoto smiled at her youngest son. She knew she babied him much more than Itachi, but she didn't see how it would hurt anything. "Well, I have-"
"HOHOHO!!!" A voice called from the front porch, followed by a knock on the door.
Mikoto was surprised. It sounded like a deep voice, but it definitely wasn't Fugaku's. She answered the door, confused. She knew that Fugaku had already gone to work a long time ago…
There, on the front porch, stood Itachi. He was hardly recognizable in the baggy red suit. The front had been stuffed with pillows, and he was wearing a hat to hide his long black hair, and a beard to cover his face. She couldn't even see the two scars running along both sides of his face, since the fluffy white beard was in the way. He looked every bit the picture of Santa.
Sasuke seemed to fall for it. "Santa!" He ran up to the taller boy with glee. "I thought you weren't coming this year! Otou-san said you weren't real!"
"I'm very much real," Itachi replied, in his best 'Santa' voice.
Mikoto smiled when she realized who it was in the suit. "Why don't you come in and make yourself at home… Santa?" She sent him a wink over Sasuke's shoulder than the boy didn't see.
He wasn't quite big enough to pass himself off as Santa, but Sasuke didn't seem to even notice.
The young boy was too busy talking animatedly about all the things he wanted for Christmas this year, while leading Santa Claus inside the house to sit down in their big comfy armchair.
"Sasuke-chan, why don't you tell Santa what you want and I'll go get some cookies and milk for him?" Their mother was all smiles, as she walked away to leave her boys to their own devices…
Sasuke sat on Santa's lap and he immediately squirmed around to get comfortable. Itachi smirked from behind his makeshift beard, and couldn't resist putting an arm around his adorable little brother.
"Now Otou- I mean, Sasuke-chan, what would you like for Christmas this year."
Sasuke took out a crumpled piece of paper, and started reading off all the things he had written on it. Itachi did his best to remember all of it.
Soon, their mother came out with a plate of cookies and two cool glasses of milk. She preferred her own milk to be warm when she drank it during this cold time of year. But both of her sons liked milk only when it was cold. She smiled, and put the plate beside them on the coffee table, not wanting to interrupt.
Itachi tried not to focus on the way that cute little mouth was moving, or how he wanted to lick the crumbs from his lips when Sasuke ate. They both shared the cookies, commenting on the excellent flavor.
Sometimes he wondered if Sasuke knew it was him. He noticed the boy lingered in his lap far longer than was necessary. He had to readjust once his baby brother finally did move away from him, to keep him from noticing that he had a … 'problem'.
'Why does my body choose now of all times to react to his closeness? It was supposed to be something completely innocent.'
He felt like slapping himself for it.
Luckily, Sasuke hadn't noticed. He'd said goodbye to 'Santa', and then raced back to his room, eager to start getting for bed so he could wake up tomorrow morning, on Christmas.
Now it was time to actually make sure he got what he wanted. It would seem more authentic that way. He jotted down a quick list of things his brother wanted, before he got up to go take care of his problem.
"You know the deal… You entertain Sasuke, while I slip out to the store," Mikoto told Itachi, before leaving.
"Sure… Take your time, Kaa-san."
'Great,' Itachi mentally groaned in frustration as she left. 'Now what am I going to do?'
It was going to be one hell of a Christmas this year.
A/N: This is just a mini-fic, meaning it's short. Each chapter is going to be unusually short, but that means I can update it more often. Please don't comment on the shortness of this one. I like writing this way best. I hope you enjoy the story, and I'll have another update as soon as I can. I needed to write something that the fangirls can enjoy. :) I know not everyone celebrates Christmas and I respect that. I just wanted to do a Christmas fic. Oh and don't worry, I know Sasuke is only 8. It timeskips after this, don't panic.
Also, I wanted to tell all my readers that I am sending out Holiday cards to all of my friends this year, so if you would like one please send me a private message with your address IF you are allowed to! I you can't or don't feel comfortable trusting someone on the web with your mailing address, then I understand. But I'll only send you the card, and that's all. I just thought it would be nice. I will also give you mine in return.
-Kaline Reine
