Adrenaline ran low, and eventually, the trio dispersed. The blonde boy everyone else treated as trash seemed to have finally made two new friends. However, when he ran into Iruka sensei at the ramen shop, Naruto was forced to produced the stolen forehead protector after enduring a long lecture on responsibility, discipline, the meaning of life and whatnot.
Sasuke received a thwack on the back of the head from his father for pilfering the ninja gear and shot a glare at Faith when it became clear that no one was going to asked her for hers. Looks like he's starting to get the hang of this death glare business. But…she's not so bad. I mean…well I guess she doesn't have cooties.
And Faith just smiled an ambiguous little smile that could've meant anything from "I'm going to be very happy as I rip each of your fingers off with a pair of rusty pliers" to "imagines Sasuke naked GOTCHA. No, just kidding. Hehe."
Over the years, Faith found a place in Konoha. Well, the girls certainly didn't make room for her after they discovered she was staying with their Sasuke, but Naruto had enough prank ideas for the both of them with a small portion reserved for Sasuke when he felt mischievous and courageous enough to brave his dad. Once, they even painted Neji's bathroom pink with the help of Hinata. Actually, Hinata thought she was just being nice cause she thought Naruto's plumbing was backed up.
Itachi developed into a potential nominee for nanny of the year. Whenever he trained, Sasuke and Faith tagged along to watch and gape, and he always took them out on trips during his days off which steadily decreased in number and frequency. In fact, they hardly ever see him around the house anymore.
The first few months, Faith often woke up crying for her mommy, and Itachi was always the first one in her room to comfort her because his room was right next door. Sasuke would come next and linger in the doorway, halfway between envy and pity. Then, Mikoto would come to tell Sasuke off to bed and peel the whimpering Faith out of Itachi's arms while thinking to herself, you are just like your mother, always crying and sniveling when you think you're alone. I wonder if my child would have been like this…
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yea. I know you wanted a longer chapter but it was either this or nothing…sorry.
Disclaimer, Faith is mine. The plot is mine. Nothing else.