Author's note: Hiiii I'm back with more uncle and niece moments! Yay! I know that Itachi might be a little OOC here...but just cause he's a smartass doesn't mean he can't have fun right? To be honest, this is how I imagine Itachi to be when he was younger and didn't have all those clan responsibility crap...my poor baby waahhh *cries forever* Please RR!
It was snowing.
Delicate, soft flakes drifted almost lazily from the pale gray sky and fell silently onto the ground, the surface a perfectly smooth carpet of white, undisturbed still in the early hours of the morning.
Although not for long.
"S-no!" came a high pitched squeak that tore through the silence.
Uchiha Sarada bounced up and down in ecstasy after she pushed aside her bedroom door to be greeted by the first snows of the winter.
She stared wide eyed at the serene view in front of her and took a few steps to reach the edge of the wooden floorboards, reaching out a tiny hand to catch a falling flake. She giggled and cringed a bit at the icy coldness that slowly melted against the warmth of her opened palm. Then she threw her arms up in the air and cheered at the top of her lungs again, "S'no!"
The raven haired child turned and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her towards her parent's bedroom and slid the door open with both hands. She channelled a tiny bit of chakra to her feet and gave a giant leap towards the huge bed in the middle of the room.
"Mama! S'no!"
Sakura gave an "oof!" as she felt something barrel into her chest. She sat up, alert and prepared to counterattack, before her sleepy eyes landed on her daughter's slightly flushed but way too excited face staring up at her. It took her a few seconds to register that she was not, in fact, under enemy attack, but at the mercy of none other than her three year old daughter. Sakura groaned as she fell back towards her pillow and yanked the blankets up to cover her face, hoping for nothing more but to be under enemy attack so that she could punch her enemies to pulp and fall back asleep.
"Five more minutes..." she mumbled into the fabric, almost hoping that she would get suffocated instead of having to wake up.
"Mama!" Sarada became impatient and tugged at her mother's blankets. "S'no! Play!"
"Get Papa to play." Sakura grumbled as she turned towards her side, causing Sarada to fall off her with a surprised yelp.
Sarada frowned as she lay upside down with her feet in the air. "Silly Mama. Papa no here."
Sakura mentally cursed her husband.
(A few villages away, Uchiha Sasuke sneezed in his sleep and buried deeper into his sleeping bag, his eyebrows deeply furrowed.)
"Mamaaaaaa." Sarada whined as she batted at her mother's pink head like a cat, but the medic nin only burrowed herself further into the mattress. "It's too early Sarada, go back to bed."
Said child gave a huge pout and huffed. She untangled herself from the blankets and stepped over to the edge of the bed before jumping off, landing on the cold floor almost too nimbly for someone her age.
Well if Mama doesn't wanna play, I'll just have to find him!
So Sarada marched out of her parent's room and straight to the garden. She carefully aligned her toes right on the edge of the wooden floorboards and stood still. She looked around left and right, counted quietly to 10, then bent her knees. With a high pitched squeal she leapt off the floorboards, pushing hard against the wood with the soles of her feet so that she flew into the air, her arms spread out as if flying. As she felt the chill air whipping her face she waited excitedly for her friend to appear so that she would fly into his embrace as she always did. She had even given him 10 seconds warning – any moment now...
Except, a moment too late, she realised that she was losing to gravity and said friend was still nowhere in sight. With a yelp she flailed her arms and legs frantically, realising with panic that she had never been taught to fly, then fell face first with a dull thud into the thick layer of freezing cold snow.
Sarada lay stunned for a moment before feeling the wet chill seep through her clothes and seemingly under her skin. She eeped and jumped hastily up, feeling a shiver run from the tips of her hair all the way down to her toes, then lost her footing and staggered back so that she fell backwards onto the snow again.
There was an amused snort of laughter and Sarada narrowed her eyes before leaping up again to scramble back onto the wooden floorboards.
She glared at the figure sitting against the wall, his hand at his mouth to muffle his laughter and his eyes twinkling.
"Y-y-you no c-catch!"
Sarada's teeth were chattering as she pointed a shaking finger at him accusingly.
He lowered his hand as if to say something but instead buried his face in his palms again and succumbed to another fit of silent laughter.
"Rawr!" Sarada stomped her foot and raised her arms in an ironically dinosaur-like way, then she charged.
Wait no –
She tackled him, cutting off his laughter and made sure to hug him tightly so that the cold would seep into him too. He gave a cry as she placed her tiny cold hands on his neck and twitched as she rubbed her cold face against his chest.
Sa-ra-da...!
But she only hung on to him like a baby koala and he gave a helpless laugh.
I did say I can't be there to catch you all the time.
Sarada loosened her grip on him and perched herself on his lap. With a light whack she brought two cold palms onto each side of his cheeks, causing his jaw to drop a bit. "No. Catch all times." She then folded her arms across her chest as she looked up at him sternly, almost as if scolding him. "Traita."
He raised an amused eyebrow as he rubbed his cheeks.
Traitor? Is that how you talk to your elders, Sarada?
Sarada stuck out her tongue. "Meanie."
He chuckled again before brushing a damp hair from her cheek fondly.
We need to get you dry and into your winter clothes Sarada, then we can play.
XXX
"D'you wana build a s'nooomaaaaangggg."
Sarada sang loudly as she pushed and shoved at her slowly growing snowball.
"Dun dun dun dun dun dun an plaaaaaaay."
...
She stopped pushing and stood back to admire the snowball that was almost half her height, then gave a quick glance at her friend who was standing as still as a statue in the snow. She stuck out her tongue a bit in concentration, seeming to measure her "artwork" with the "model", then knelt again to gather up a bit more snow.
"D'you wana – "
Sarada. What song is that?
She paused and looked at him with an almost offended expression.
"Elsa! Duhhhh."
...Sarada -
"Snowman can't talk!"
So he remained quiet and still as she continued her work while singing the same lines to the song over and over again.
Many years ago:
Sasuke:
*Knock knock*
Nii-san? Do you wanna throw a shuriken?
Come on let's go and train!
I wish you'd spend more time with me
Stop ignoring me
Am I really such a pain?
You always say "Next time Sasuke"
Then poke my head
I wish you would stop the lies!
Do you wanna throw a shuriken?
It doesn't have to be a shuriken!
Itachi:
...Next time, Sasuke.
Sasuke:
*Pout*
Obviously I do not own any desperate Sasukes or Disney songs, but yea sorry I couldn't resist LOL