The Tale of Fat Sasuke: Chapter 1
The village had witnessed a peaceful morning as Itachi walked home from his errands. He had looked on, enjoying the blooming flowers of the new season with satisfaction as he adjusts the bag he draped over on his shoulder.
He had gathered some training tools from the local shops, intent on spending the day helping his little brother with shuriken practice. Itachi had turned down Sasuke's constant requests to train him, as he was often swamped with his own official village duties that had kept him pre-occupied and away from home for long stretches of time. He had remained optimistic, as he had hoped that he might finally have the free time to devote to his little brother.
'Now that I finally have a day off, I can make it up to him. I hope this will be enough supplies!'
Itachi pats the bag as he walks into the familiar Uchiha home, he had caught the scent of his mother's signature tea brewing before and a smile grew on his face.
'Finally home, I wonder where Sasuke is?'
"Sasuke!" Itachi calls out, heading into the living room. "How would you like to go out for Shuriken practice today?"
"Nah." A dismissive little voice replied.
Itachi scanned the room for the source of the reply, as his eyes settled on a doughy looking boy lying on the floor, reading his new copy of Shinobi Jump magazine.
Sasuke's raven hair and features had stayed the same, but whereas Itachi once had a skinny little brother, now sat a large pale ninja boy, with the round shape of a dewdrop, in his white shorts reading manga. His face seemed bloated and he sweat profusely. His breathing had been heavy and labored as he jiggled in laughter reading his book.
'Uh…He's gained alittle weight…how long have I been gone?'
"H-hey Sasuke, I finally have free time! How about we go out for morning exercises?" Itachi said with an entreating smile.
"I don't wanna!" Sasuke rolls away from Itachi, so his backside is showing to him.
It seemed while Itachi was gone his brother had consumed the entire village…or at least their portions of food.
"Hey..come on now, it's a beautiful day outside to do some-"
"You can do it by yourself!" Sasuke pulls a bag of potato chips from seemingly out of nowhere and begins munching on them.
Itachi had begun to lose his patience as all illusions to spend the day with his eager younger brother had been shattered.
"You can't lie around the house all day Sasuke! Come on, we are going outside to train."
Itachi grabs onto Sasuke's legs, but Sasuke kicks him away.
"Hmph, Make me." Sasuke states defiantly, eating his chips.
The petulant response had taken Itachi by surprise, but his smile had now waned.
'Oh don't you worry, I will. You irritable little mochi shinobi' Itachi swore, now at the end of his rope.
"I will oblige you then little brother…" Itachi began to loom menacingly over Sasuke, who turns to face him and begins to visibly sweat at the intimidating aura Itachi began to emit.
" …and when I am done, you will do at least 200 squats, sit ups, push-ups and whatever else comes to my imagination concerning the way a human body should bend!" Itachi's eyes begin to glow red as he activates his signature visual jutsu.
"Uh oh." Sasuke's eyes widen in fear.
"Sharingan!"