Babysitting

The little boy's eyes watched in warped fascination as fire erupted from his father's mouth.

It was hands down the most amazing thing Itachi had ever seen. His mother thought he was still too young to be introduced to anything shinobi related. Except for the rubber shuriken and kunia set his godfather Naruto had given to him for Christmas, Itachi never once was allowed to go near his "parent's toys."

Not that child understood why. Itachi's mother was always telling him that sharing was good. Yet they couldn't bother to share with him? What was that all about?

Little Itachi didn't understand it. Their toys looked a lot more fun this his. They looked shinier, more exciting. Though, he couldn't understand why. They were made of plastic just like his, right? So what was the big deal?

Still, Sakura was overprotective of her young nine month old son and had strictly prohibited her husband from teaching their son any jutsu while she was away on a mission to help a neighboring village train their medics.

She didn't say, however, anything about Sasuke showing Itachi jutsu.

As the flames died out, leaving only wisps of smoke to rise into the blue sky above, Sasuke turned his attention to his son who sat a few yards away and stated, "That is called The Great Fireball jutsu. It was taught to me by my father. And something I hope to pass down to you someday, Itachi."

Upon hearing his name, the infant clapped his hands while simultaneously waving them around wildly in the air in the opes to catch his father's attention.

Sasuke smiled as he walked over to where Itachi had been sitting on the grass enjoying the show and picked him up. The little boy's coos grew louder once he was in his father's arms. "Let's keep this between us. Your mother doesn't need to know." It was a good thing the boy hadn't fully developed his vocabulary and couldn't tell Sakura about this.

"Fi-fi..." the nine month old struggled, cheeks turning red from the concentration.

Sasuke was halfway out of the training fields when he caught his son's faint voice. He rose a brow in curiosity. "...Itachi?"

"Fi-fi... Fiya jussu!"

The man stopped dead in his tracks and gaped down at the infant in his arms. The boy couldn't even form a coherent sentence and already he was going to get Sasuke into a lot of trouble with his wife. This did not bode well for the chances that Sasuke would live past his wife's wrath long enough to witness his son form real sentences.

Suddenly remembering about his son's affinity for a good meal, Sasuke tentatively asked, "...Are you...hungry? Food?" hoping it was the solution to his problem.

At the sound of his favorite word, Itachi immediately forgot all about the magic trick his father had been talking about and instead chanted, "Fewd, fewd!"

Sasuke nodded. "That's what I wanted to hear."

Sorry it's short. I'm on my way into work and this just popped into my head. I hope you like babysitter!Sasuke.

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