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NOTE: Stories won't necessarily be in chronological order because these are separate one-shots after all.

The Uchihas on Parenting

Chapter 2: Scary Ambitions. Kids always liked thinking about the future. More specifically: what they wanted to do in the future; although… they changed their minds every two minutes. And being three years old, it was the same for Uchiha Sasuke's son. But if one thing was for sure, he knew that his son would aspire to be something great. "Tou-san! I want to be a fairy!" Did he just say fairy? "Daisuke, put down that wand."


"Tou-san, Kaa-san!" a three year old Daisuke called as he ran to their bedroom at seven in the morning. His little footsteps echoed lightly as he padded to the bed where his parents were seated; Sakura reading a chart and Sasuke cleaning his weapons.

It was a lazy day for the family.

Sakura looked up with a smile on her lips, putting away her medical files, she'd leave them for later. "What's up, suke-kun?" she asked, helping her son up the bed and putting him between herself and her husband.

Sasuke's eyes darted to his son's grinning face and smirked, tucking the paperwork carelessly into a folder and putting it on his nightstand. Daisuke, sensing that he'd gotten their attention, launched himself from his sitting position to proud standing form. "I know what I want to be when I grow up!"

The Uchiha patriarch shook his head, a small smiling making its way to his lips. Yesterday, during breakfast, his son had wanted to be fisherman, which Sasuke didn't approve of because if you were born with that much power in your blood you'd at least aspire to be something ninja-related, right?

Apparently, not in his son's case—he wanted to be a fisherman.

Sakura saw a look pass on Sasuke's face and immediately whacked him discreetly on the forearm. "What do you want to be, Daisuke?" she asked patiently, eyeing Sasuke with a sharp look before going on to smile at her Sasuke-looking three year old.

"Hokage!" the kid yelled at the top of his lungs, filling the room with his childish declaration. Sasuke shifted and slid off the bed. He stretched and turned to Sakura. "Better than being a baker." He mumbled, walking to the bathroom and flinching at the memory of his son's ambition to bake bread for a living.

"Daisuke, what's a kunai for?" Sasuke asked him three days ago during his son's 'Baker Phase', he was trying in vain to spark his son's interest in bloodshed and mayhem; otherwise known as being a ninja. He's seen many children take the bait with the kunai technique. So during a free day, he took his son to his weapons room and showed him a kunai.

"For cutting bread!" The tactic had clearly failed. He should've gone for the 'Show-a-justu' plan.

Sasuke's ears heard a bubble of laughter from his young son and a chorus of appraisal from his wife. "About time an Uchiha gets to be Hokage." Sasuke mumbled still somewhat sore that the title of Hokage would be handed down to Naruto instead of him. He was happy for his friend but it was his goal too; after the war, he had planned to be Hokage but well, Tsunade had her heart set.

Sakura rolled her eyes and lazily stumbled out of comfortable bed. "C'mon Hokage-sama, let's go make breakfast." Daisuke's face took on a regal look. "I am the Hokage, I don't make breakfast." Sasuke smirked at an irked Sakura. "He has your pride." Sakura grumbled, throwing on a robe and marching out of the room.

Daisuke's face fell. Soon he was bolting out of the room yelling apologies at the, Sasuke guessed, grinning rosette.


The dining room was full of life, Daisuke was chatting animatedly about being Hokage whilst sitting on one of the stools and leaning on the counter-topped bar table. Sasuke took a seat next to his son and put a hand fondly on his spiky hair. "He never stops talking." He grumbled to Sakura who'd placed two plates of onigiri in front of the two males.

The rosette grinned and poked him. "I'm glad he talks. All I get from you is Hn." Sasuke rolled his eyes at his wife's exaggeration over his lack of sociality and sentences. The way he saw it, his way of social etiquette has improved vastly. He'd verbally spar and respond to conversation—for someone who wasn't the talkative type, unless the situation called for it, that was pretty darn intense.

Sasuke's look of total irritation pulled a laugh from Sakura. She bent down and leaned closer so that they were nose to nose. "I'm kidding." Sasuke glared at her chastising tone.

"Hn." He took a bite of his onigiri and let his eyes roam around the kitchen in an attempt to ignore the annoying woman before him who looked like she was watching the funniest comedy ever written.

And that comedy was Uchiha Sasuke—what part of amaterasu-user was funny to her?

Daisuke interrupted the playful feud between his two sanin-trained-and-ready-to-go-at-it parents with a jerk of his head upwards followed by a massive leap; he went from sitting on the stool to standing on it, his feet precariously near the edge, making the wooden stool wobble from the sudden shift of weight.

"Daisuke!" Sakura grabbed his waist while Sasuke steadied the chair in one swift movement, all-the-while maintaining his calm demeanour, not at all fazed unlike Sakura; her face was vivid with panic. He smirked inwardly at how a small child could drive her to her limits.

Sakura's stare bore into the three year old. Sasuke couldn't help but swallow thickly.

"Daisuke what were you—

Her little spur of emotion was interrupted by a childish voice. Daisuke cut Sakura off with an announcement of his own. "I want to be an acrobat!" Sasuke who'd retrieved his last piece of onigiri from the plate and had taken a rather large bite, choked violently.

An acrobat; those performers in unitards that sparkled? The ones who balance on high beams and walk on ropes for fun? No decent ninja offspring has ever aspired to be a mere circus acrobat. None. If he wanted to balance, walk on rope and live on the edge of death, he might as well aspire to be what he was supposed to be; a shinobi. It was the same thing, minus the pointless stunts and feathery costumes.

A circus performer? What a total waste of their inherited hand-eye and body coordination. Chakra control and self-preservation instincts used as tool to entertain instead of protect the very village they live in? The ability to quicken movement in a split second; did that not hold any value?

Granting, the kid was three and would obviously not acknowledge these assets that have been bioengineered into their DNA and ingrained into their very beings. Sasuke imagined his spiky-haired son, now a fully grown man, clad in a skin-tight and horridly colored shiny leotard while balancing on a rope, his face a mask of false concentration, because let's face it; keeping his balance on a rope would be easy considering he was of ninja lineage.

Sasuke then thought of the hidden power of his eyes that he would never unlock because instead of training in combat, he'd be practicing prancing on a rope; a complete waste of his kekei genkai—unless he was going to trapeze down a rope while the audience was trapped in an apocalyptic illusion, which would ruin the whole point of the entire routine.

Seeing as his thoughts would get him nowhere out of the endless tunnel of 'What-if's and Oh Shit's', Sasuke abandoned them in hopes of finding solace in Sakura's voice of reason.

His dark orbs searched her green eyes for any say in the matter.

"A-Acrobat?" Even Sakura felt unsure of her child's sudden change of heart regarding his career. Even she had to draw the line somewhere. And judging from her fake grin and too-strong grip on the counter, acrobat was way over the line. Sasuke felt a sudden urge of dread spread through him like ice, freezing his veins as it slid through his whole body.

"The first Uchiha to ever be an acrobat." Sasuke spat the word out, earning a look from Sakura. "Now, Sasuke. There's absolutely nothing wrong with being an acrobat… Even though it's a little different from what we…uh do." Sasuke blatantly ignored her attempt at finding common ground. The kid was engineered to be a Shinobi.

An irritated grumble was heard from the Uchiha patriarch while his wife sighed. How the kid went from almighty Hokage to circus acrobat was astounding and, if not, a little bit scary. "He changes his mind as quick as Naruto." Sasuke commented lowly.

A spark lit his thoughts. Sasuke pinned Sakura with his gaze and narrowed his eyes at her. Sakura, confused for only a few moments, realized what he was accusing her of and directed a fierce glare to him. "He looks like you. For all I know, you had the affair."

"With Naruto?" Sasuke coughed. Was she really redirecting this towards him?

Sakura shrugged and pulled down a hyper Daisuke who was trying to scramble up the counter. "For all I know, one of you could be a woman."

He resisted the urge to smack his head down on the marble counter-top. So this was where Daisuke got his weird brain from. "Never mind. He's ours."

"Kaa-san! Let go! I need to train!" Daisuke complained, wriggling and jerking in intervals, attempting to get out of his mother's iron grip. "Let gooooo!" Sakura however, let out a small yawn and readjusted her grip on the tyke. "Honey, when you're done, finish your breakfast, okay?"

"But Kaa-san! Training!"

Sasuke could only wish Daisuke meant ninja training. "I'm not buying him a unitard."


"Sakura, I have a meeting with the Hokage in fifteen minutes, get a sitter for suke." Sasuke knocked on the bathroom door while his free hand adjusted one of his ninja sandals. He heard the shower curtain slide open and a faint pull of fabric as Sakura covered up.

The door opened and Sakura popped her head out, her hair still dripping wet from her shower. "What? No one can babysit him now! And we need a trusted shinobi because the last time we let a civilian do it, they ran home crying." Sakura's tone was half amused and half stressed. Because really, who wouldn't find a snobby teenage girl crying because a three year old didn't like her.

Sasuke checked his clock on his bedside table. "Sakura, I have to go. And I can't take Daisuke with me. You know that." He had his sword slung over his back and Sakura noticed that he was in his gear. Immediately the rosette pouted. "Your clock is always fifteen minutes advanced," she pointed to her own clock on her table. "You have time to take him to Ino's"

So far, Ino was the only person available enough to watch Daisuke at such sporadic times. Others didn't mind but they were too busy and couldn't babysit unless they had a notice two days before. Ino's schedule was flexible enough to entertain sudden babysitting favours. Plus, she loved having the little Uchiha around; they got along great and Daisuke would even help her water the plants whenever he was in her house.

"Your clock is advanced too." He replied in exasperation. Naruto had mentioned two days ago that he was dying to train, Sasuke agreed and decided that they could spend a few minutes training before their meeting with Tsunade and then continue after.

Sakura sighed "By five minutes. Look could you please take him to Ino?" With a small glare at his wife Sasuke crossed his arms. "I'm going to train for a few minutes before the meeting."

"And I'm naked." Sakura's green eyes were hard. "I think I win."

The Uchiha was about to give in and call for their son who was busy playing with his toy soldiers on their bed when Daisuke piped up. "Kaa-san! I want to be a doctor!" Sasuke seized this opportunity. "Daisuke, Kaa-san is an extremely great medic. You can go to work with her."

Daisuke lit up and beamed at Sakura. "Can I? Can I, Kaa-san?" Sasuke glanced at her smugly. "Say yes before he says he wants to be an acrobat again."

Sakura glared at him. Of all the times Sasuke could've used his manipulative abilities, he chose now. "I hate you." she grumbled but admitted defeat, giving into his son's request. She was closing the bathroom door to finish up when Sasuke stopped her, putting a hand on the door.

"Thank you." he said quietly, kissing her forehead before letting her shut the bathroom door.


Sakura had gotten out of the shower dressed and ready to go. With a small sigh, she grabbed Daisuke by the hand and proceeded to take him to his room to change. "Tou-san gave you a bath, right?" the boy nodded.

"Okay. Let's get you changed so we can go." She strode quickly to his closet and picked out a navy shirt with a high-collar, similar to the one Sasuke wore when he was younger, and a pair of black cargo shorts. Sakura began to dress her son quickly and tossed his used clothes into a hamper near the door.

"Alright! We're set! Let's go." Daisuke grinned. "Kaa-san! Can we flash step there?"

"With pleasure."


Mother and son arrived at the hospital in a few minutes. Sakura saw a few doctors come out and walked up to one of them. "Miyaki-san! Do you happen to have a medical mask on you, right now?" The blonde doctor smiled and reached into her pocket to check. "Uchiha-san," she greeted happily before she pulled out a still-sealed-in –plastic-medical mask. "Here, I was going to give one to visitor but she decided not to see the patient."

Sakura took the offered mask and thanked the woman. "Kid duty." She mentioned, gesturing to her Daisuke with her head while she put on his mask. "Yamanaka-san is about to finish her volunteer shift, doesn't she babysit for you?" Miyaki smiled at Daisuke. "You could have her take him because…"

The rosette grinned. "I have a surgery scheduled today?" she asked. Sakura was well aware of her back to back surgeries. That was mainly why she felt a little frazzled about taking her son with her today. She'd be worried about her son while poking at someone's exposed insides; that wasn't a situation she wanted to be in.

"Yeah. Basically." Miyaki answered. She checked her watch and gasped a little. "Gotta run, Uchiha-san!" Sakura waved at the medic who was already halfway to the door. "Thanks again!" Miyaki gave them a quick smile before disappearing inside the building.

Turning to Daisuke, Sakura started explaining. "Ok, this is a hospital, not a playground. People here are sick and injured. Keep the mask on at all times because you might catch something." A little bacteria wouldn't hurt but this was she didn't want to bombard him with too much at one go. So a mask was a necessity for now.

Daisuke nodded and took her outstretched hand. They walked inside the hospital and were greeted by a flurry of men and women in white coats or in scrubs. "Stay close, ok? I'll take you to my office and when Ino-obasan, is done, she'll take care of you."

Sakura, with her little Uchiha in tow, proceeded to the front desk and began looking at the charts of the patients assigned to her. "The patient at 14-b, has to be transferred to the ICU." The secretary informed her. The rosette checked the chart and made a mental note to up her anti biotic dosage. "Is Yamanaka still in?"

"Psychiatric wing, as usual. She'll be done soon. I don't even think she was supposed to come in today." Sakura grinned. "I'm glad she did. Ok, I have a surgery in two hours, have the operating room 16 ready." With that, she stacked her charts together and put them under her arm.

She smiled and waved goodbye to the secretary before they made their way to the Psych wing of the hospital; to the left of the building.

The hallway was wide and lined with doors, some led to storage rooms and others to offices or rooms for patients. A few meters further, the hallway opened wider into a mini lobby; another front desk at its center; this one managed only the Psych wing activities whereas the previous one oversaw every wing and department.

Sakura reached the desk, that was handled by a kind looking old woman, and asked for Ino. "Her last patient just left, she's in her office."

"Who's looking for Yamanaka-san?" a small looking woman no older than twenty two asked. Sakura recognized her as Ino's secretary. She waved and pointed to a gleeful looking Daisuke. "She's got a date."

The young secretary grinned. "And with an Uchiha too. Lucky." She joked while winking at a proud looking Daisuke. "Kaa-san, I want to be a secretary." The old woman behind the desk chuckled. "Oh dear, he's in that stage is he?"

Sakura groaned aloud and looked at her; complete tiredness in her pretty features. "Yeah, he's been rapid-firing career goals at us since this morning." It was cute at the same time tiring considering half of the time, she was mortified over the career goals her son mentioned—Especially that acrobat phase earlier in the morning. The woman nodded in understanding and threw a motherly look at the young boy. "Why do you want to be a secretary?"

The child grinned and jumped up and down making Sakura struggle with her five charts that threatened to fall. The young secretary came to her aid, grabbing a few charts that were about to fall. The rosette muttered a breathless thanks to her.

"Because secretaries are cool." The youngest of the three women snorted. "I'd love to have his mindset." Her retort made the pink-haired medic giggle. "You should hear his views on life."

Just then, Sakura's pager sprang to life, beeping and vibrating inside her coat's pocket. She reached in quickly and slid the rectangular object out. "My surgery was moved. I'm needed now." With a quick look at Ino's secretary, Sakura asked if she could take Daisuke to Ino while she, herself, made a mad dash to the OR and pick up some interns to scrub in.

"I'll take him, Uchiha-san." Ino's secretary, Kimiko was her name, stuck her hand out for Daisuke to take. The little boy looked up at his mom for permission. "Go ahead, Kaa-san has to go to an emergency surgery." She bent down so that she was eye to eye with him. "You're going to be with Ino-obachan, okay? Behave and please, no pranking." She kissed his forehead and looked up at Kimiko. "Ino usually likes taking him back to the estate. So tell her he's hers until seven."

Sakura used to pick him up after every babysitting session, but Ino had made it clear that she wanted to take the little tyke home. Sakura had no idea why but she figured Ino wouldn't shut up until she got her way so the rosette gave in.

"Got it, Uchiha-san!" Kimiko exclaimed, now holding Daisuke up in her arms. "Ja, Kaa-san!" the mini-Sasuke called out.


Yamanaka Ino was in her office stacking files of patient profiles back into their specified holders. Her desk was cluttered with notes and pens. With a sigh she nudged her bottom drawer close with her foot and collapsed on her backrest. Boy, was she tired.

The blonde had come in thinking she'd have a few patients here and there—that wasn't the case at all. She'd arrived early in the morning to five consecutive appointments. Not exactly the slow day she was expecting.

Ino let her eyes roam her office freely, regarding her dark grey walls with little interest as she scanned the room. Did she want to read before she makes the trip back home? She gazed at her bookshelf on the right side of her door—nah, her patient's issues were drama enough.

With a final sigh, she gathered the last bit of resolution she needed to stand up and make her way home. Pushing the wheeled swivel chair back, she stood and stretched her back.

"…ke! Come back!" Ino whirled to look at the door that had burst open to reveal a carbon copy of her childhood crush except he was several feet shorter and lacked the usual threat of death that hung around the older Uchiha on a regular basis.

"Suke-kun!" she exclaimed, weariness leaving her body at the sight of the first Uchiha child. "Ino-obachan! I want to be a sprinter!" His face was full of joyous pride at the declaration. He then jabbed a thumb at her young secretary who was next to him; hands on her knees and trying to catch her breath.

"I thought you wanted to be a secretary?" She said in between huge gulps of air. Daisuke scrunched up his face cutely and made a grumbling noise. "Nah, secretaries are slow." He mumbled; Ino noted that he had the bluntness of his father but enough of his mother to leave offense out of his tone.

Ino laughed out loud and put a hand on her table. "Yep, they're slow. Especially with coffee."

"Yamanaka-sama." Kimiko reddened at the blonde's little jab. The coffee machine was new and she had no idea how the recently added features did. Every secretary had a hard time with it except the old lady at the front desk…but she was old and gifted so she didn't count.

The blonde rolled her eyes. "You need to learn to take a joke, Kimi-chan." With all the serious work she did with the ANBU psych department, including interrogations, plus all the work she does as a therapist in the hospital, the last thing she needed was a uptight secretary.

"Sakura, making me babysit?" she asked the now-recovered Kimiko.

"Yours 'til seven."

Ino clapped happily and pranced to Daisuke, hoisting him up in the air making him laugh in delight. "She calls in the fairy godmother again, did she?" Well, to Sakura, she was their son's godmother. To Sasuke, however, she was just the slave that watched the baby when they were busy.

He even said he'd rather Hinata be Daisuke's godmother. And so the lucky tyke had gotten two godmothers to shower him with affection.

Not a bad deal.

Daisuke smiled a heart achingly beautiful smile and Ino couldn't help but think that this was what Sasuke would look like when he smiled. The kid had three more years until wild females attacked him while their desperate mothers attacked Sakura hoping to get their daughters engaged to the first next-generation Uchiha.

With good genes came great hostility.

"Ino-baa! You're a fairy?" the child asked. Kimiko looked alarmed, having spent at least five minutes with the toddler, she knew where this was heading. And so she did what any good secretary would do.

She left the room.


At exactly seven in the evening, the Uchiha household's doorbell rang. Sakura ran down the stairs and open the door, ready to collect her son from his godmother. She threw the door open wide and grinned, greeting her son and friend animatedly.

Ino's face however looked a little worried. Sakura's grin faltered. "What happened?" her mind sent a flurry of possible things that could've gone wrong.

The blonde set Daisuke down and waved him inside. "Kami-sama, forehead. I'm so glad you answered the door." Ino's usual outrageous attitude was nowhere and her face was pale. Alarm bells went off in Sakura's head.

Oh, kami-sama, did Daisuke kill someone?

She was too busy trying to defend her son's motives to see Ino wave something in front of her. It took a hard poke on the forehead from the blonde to snap her out of her mental courtroom. Sakura blinked rapidly and focused on the object that was being waved under her nose.

Her green eyes widened. "Oh my…"

"Sakura!" Sasuke's deep baritone echoed from the second floor. Ino stiffened and waved. "Gotta go, Sak! Bye!" she rushed the sentence out and bolted as soon as she had finished, leaving Sakura alone to face the crisis she had caused alone.


Sasuke had been changing when his son had barged into the room yelling and mumbling. With a shirt over his head, the older Uchiha couldn't understand a word. And so after he'd settled his hyperactive son on the bed Sasuke asked him to repeat what he said.

"I want to be a fairy."

He asked Daisuke to repeat it again.

And again, and again.

"Sakura!"

There was a sound of commotion downstairs; a door banging shut, a string of curses and hurried footsteps. Sakura walked in the room, red-faced and mouth taut. She approached the tensed patriarch slowly with her hands up. "Look, Sasuke…"

Sasuke snapped, his face went livid and he glared at her. He couldn't even voice out what he just heard Daisuke say moments ago. His brain had somehow banned his vocal chords from saying the words 'Our son wants to be a fairy. What the fuck.'

Well those last three words got out fine.

If Ino wasn't on Sasuke's good graces before, she surely was never going to be in it now; the hardness in Sasuke's obsidian orbs was proof enough. "That blonde is never babysitting him again." Sakura saw this reaction coming. But it wasn't Ino's fault, had she known that Daisuke was an information sponge at such an early age, she would've been more careful.

She cast a watchful eye on her son on the bed, blissfully ignorant while he played with a toy.

"I know a lot of blondes." Sakura couldn't believe she was actually defending Ino. What was she hoping for…a divorce?

"The annoying one." Sasuke retorted.

"I can think of two."

"The florist." His voice was getting more and more agitated with every reply he got from Sakura.

"I don't think she'd appreciate that comment." After all, her mind jutsus were put to good use, she was working with the ANBU with interrogations and being a psychoanalyst. Ino just had the shop as a hobby.

"I don't appreciate her convincing my son to be a fairy."

The rosette tried her hardest to smile despite her husband's black mood. And when it was black, it was black black—no light, just dark kind of black. A black that could mean, if she were a missing nin, a chidori down the throat kind of black. "I think the tiara looks cute on—

"Don't start Sakura."

Daisuke realized his mother's presence and darted off the bed. Sasuke snatched the tiara off his head and threw it out the open window. "Kaa-san did, Ino-obasan give you my toy?" asked an excited Daisuke, unaware of his missing head piece.

Sasuke's head snapped up and his eyes zeroed in on Sakura's panic-stricken ones. "What toy?" he growled.

"This one!" Daisuke exclaimed, popping out from behind Sakura and holding up a wand. He waved the plastic toy around whimsically. "I'm a fairy!" Sasuke glared at his wife, she raised her hands up. "Hey, I tried to hide it."

"You should've burned it before coming up." Sasuke looked so mad and confused. "Daisuke, put that wand down. And don't go near the window." God knows what'd happen if their neighbours got sight of Uchiha Sasuke's first child with a wand and declaring his ambition to be a powerful fairy.

The two parents stared at their little boy. How were they supposed to handle this? Because no one said Daisuke wanting to be a fairy was the last thing on their minds. Sasuke walked to where Sakura stood just staring helplessly at their son. He bent his head down and whispered. "We're banning fairytales."

Sakura nodded and held her hand out for him to shake. "I'll buy ninja books and a toy kunai." She felt her husband shake her hand. "You start training him tomorrow."

"Agreed."


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PS: I've said it before, I'll say it again. I do believe Ino's mind jutsus put her in a place where she can be a psychoanalyst and interrogator. And she seems to have a nice relationship with Ibiki and I totally see him taking her under his wing. And it's fanfiction, it's free interpretation for all.