Title: Sandwiches
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to that one guy (aka not me)
Summary: Itachi likes sandwiches. And one question about them has been itching at him.
Warnings: None
Mikoto carefully placed the newly-made lunch on the table and checked to make sure her eldest son had everything in his bag.
The aforementioned son was digging into his breakfast of crunchy cereal. His father sat across from him and a little baby sat on a cushion a few feet away on a chair.
"Here you go, Itachi, dear", Mikoto spoke out, moving the lunch box closer to the boy.
"Thanks," answered the boy, finishing his breakfast and grabbing his bag.
Itachi grabbed the box and lifted the lid.
"Everything to your liking?" his mother asked jokingly, well aware her son had no real preferences to the food he ate.
Itachi looked down at his sandwich and then back up at his mother.
"Kaa-san, if bread is rectangular, than why is sandwich meat round?"
Mikoto blinked slowly. Fugaku lowered the report papers he was reading. And… Sasuke gurgled.
"What?"
"Why is it round?"
"I… I don't really…. know," Mikoto stammered.
Itachi sighed and stood up, slipping the box into his bag.
"Well, I should be off. Bye, kaa-san, tou-san. Don't get in trouble, Otouto".
He walked out the room.
"You know, that really is a good question," Fugaku said into the silence.