Thought I'd write a little story while I try to figure out how I'm going to complete all the other ones I started... Characters and their personalities are taken from an older fic I wrote called "The Irony of Love", which I slightly tweaked.
The idea behind this one-shot came from an email I received yesterday at work. Enjoy!
Picky Eater
Sasuke had been preparing for a two-week-long mission to the Land of Waves when his precocious four-year old daughter poked her head inside her parents' room.
Gesturing for her to come inside, he squatted to meet eye-to-eye with the little tot and ruffled her dark locks playfully. Named in honor of his teammate (who came out of her 8-year coma a few weeks ago, only to fall back into it again), he offered her a small smile and asked, "Sakura-chan, would you like to be Daddy's special helper?"
Her pale eyes twinkled merrily as she offered her father a gap-toothed grin. "Yes, pwease! Sakuwa hewp Daddy!"
Laughing happily, she raised her arms and Sasuke lifted her atop the bed. She set to work immediately, haphazardly folding clothes and stuffing them into a nearby knapsack. She then disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a used bar of soap (still wet), a rubber ducky (in case Daddy wanted a toy to play with), his toothbrush, and a tube of toothpaste. Realizing her mommy might need some toothpaste while Daddy was gone, she squeezed half the tube on top of his clothing. When she was done, she rewarded herself for a job well done by going into her room to play with her toys.
A short while later, the energetic girl re-emerged. "Daddy, wook what I got!" cried the giggling tot, running and holding up a finger.
Sasuke, who had been on the other side of the room studying his travel route, stopped what he was doing and grabbed her wrist. "Daddy's gonna eat your finger!" he laughed, placing her chubby phalange into his mouth. Little Sakura squealed and pulled her finger out, accidentally rubbing it against the squishy pad of her father's tongue.
"NOOO, DADDY! IT'S MINE!" she wailed, cradling her finger protectively against her other hand.
"Daddy was only kidding." He tousled his daughter's midnight-black hair and checked on her packing job. Grimacing at Sakura's handiwork, he realized that he'd have to redo it all later. He paused when he heard quiet sniffling.
Uh oh.
Hinata, who had been outside watering the garden and waiting for their nine older sons to come home from Academy (the youngest set of triplets were sleeping in the nursery), sensed her little girl's distress and made it inside and upstairs as quickly as a kunoichi six months pregnant with another set of twins possibly could.
She glanced at her husband and got nothing but a slight shrug of the shoulders. Placing a kiss on her daughter's messy head of hair, she asked softly, "Sakura-chan, honey, what's wrong? Did you get an owie?"
Sakura, who had been staring at her finger the entire time, looked into the concerned eyes of her mother and then back at the tip of her finger as more fat tears rolled down her face.
"Mommy... I wost something!"
"Aww, Sweetie, that's okay. Mommy and Daddy will help you find it. Do you remember where you last saw it?"
Sakura, who looked so much like Hinata when she was her age, nodded yes and pointed at Sasuke's mouth.
Sasuke and Hinata exchanged looks. Sasuke didn't like where this was going.
"Uh, Sakura-chan, what did you lose?"
"Daddy, you took my boogew! I want it back!"
Hah, Sasuke Uchiha, skilled shinobi and accidental booger-eater. I had to.
Review if you like. Thanks for reading!