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Pitter Patter on the Window Seal.
Itachi watches the rain as it taps and raps on the window. It's as if it's calling to him to play but he knows better he will be in a fray if he goes to play.
It is storming and roaring and lighting tonight's sky. The tip tapping is becoming a peeve and so he leaves until morning when the sun has driven the rain away. Yes, the sun will stop the pitter patter on the window seal.
Fiery ball in the Sky
Today is tomorrow and tomorrow is today. The Sun is back and warming hearts forsaken by the icy moon for the vicious rain. Itachi lays happy in the wake of the sun in the sky. It dries the grass he lays on and blankets him as he rests. Warms the waters where he plays and brings new life to pick and gift. Itachi is grateful for the fiery ball in the sky.
Suddenly a shadow looms, it's time to go for his father has appeared…
Bites and scratches
Itachi scratches at the bumps on his arms. Oh! How they itch, those bites on his arms. His mother tells him not to but who can blame them. Tiny bugs! Bothersome bugs! Itachi thinks as Mikoto gently puts ointment on his small arms. His mother can only chuckle and shake her head as he glares icy daggers at a passing fly.
Shady Trees.
It's nice to have the sun out again but Itachi needs a break for it is lunch. That's why he's always happy Konoha has a lot of trees to lay under when the sun too overbearing to one's likes.
Though it can't be just any tree, it has be one where he can lay beneath completely shaded and close enough to home he can sprint to in an average bound. One that has blossoms to cover up the horrid stench of sweat and blood after a day's training; it must be big enough that he can hide behind it. Itachi is very picky about his resting places, his father thinks to himself as he watches his child inspect a cherry blossom. At least he's observational…Fugaku thinks again.
These are mini stories I made that take place when Itachi is a small child. I know I didn't place that in the story and I didn't describe the characters because this is more of the simple things going on around him and what he thinks of it than an actual plot where something has happened and there is a goal to work towards to correct it or gain something.
Another thing is, I tried to make it in a manner that he would most probably act as a child because even though he was a very intelligent boy, he still would have at least had some of the mannerisms of a kid.
