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Pretty Maid (200 words)

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When Kakashi found his commander holding a child in his arms with that look in his eyes, it was hard not to roll his eyes. Even with his current preoccupation, Itachi had an annoying habit of not missing anything around him.

"She's lost."

Kakashi watched slim fingers run through pink tresses and frowned. "She's not part of the mission. Leave her."

The Anbu ignored him and leaned in to breathe in the girl's hair, sharingan already activated to memorize the child's features. Kakashi shifted uneasily when one hand trailed down lightly from petal hair to wander over the girl's kimimo. "You're thirteen, Itachi."

Itachi only smiled faintly and tilted the girl's head so large bottle-green eyes met Kakashi's mismatched ones. "Pretty thing, isn't she?" he murmured, dark eyes flickering back and forth. Kakashi nodded grudgingly, the girl's vulnerability reminding him uncomfortably of Rin.

"Then I'll give her to my brother." Itachi was saying now. "Till she grows up."

The ash-haired boy frowned then. "She's not yours to give, Itachi."

The girl giggled quietly as Itachi tickled her side, then shyly wrapped small arms around the Anbu's neck to bury her face there. Itachi looked up again and smiled oddly. "So?"

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pretty maids dancing in a row

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Yeah,it's still me. My nick/alias has been changed, for various displeasing factors, though some remains of the originalstill lurk there if you squint a little.

Sorry- I uploaded this as a whole new story initially with another more twisted and :coughSmuttycough: ItaSaku in mind, but realized that I can't upload the second even though I prefer it. Thus I transfer it here. Damn you real-life stalkers. /rants>