Chappy two already!! Yaaaaaay!!
Pyro Dragon 117: LOL!! That was really encouraging! Thanks! Now I KNOW I'll write more! Otherwise I'll probably die... O_______O;;;
Yuki-Chan2: Thx! I like young Sasuke too!!
Zephyr Wind: Thx! That was one of my favorite parts to write!
I have three reviews already!
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!
Let's all cheer!
Yaaaaay!
M.k is actually cheering!
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
M.k: No I'm not! It's just... Um... Shut up!! *runs away*
Me: riiiiiiiiiiight...
M.k: Hey! Don't act like I'M the one who's weird! Aren't you the one who went on a rabid sugar craze, nearly burning down the candy store to get your stupid Sweet Tarts??
Me: DO NOT INSULT THE SWEET TARTS!! THEY WILL COME BACK TO BITE YOU!! HIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! *tries frantically to scratch out M.k's eyes*
M.k: Aaaaaughhh!!!! Just read! Read and saave meee! Never give her sugar!!
ME: SHUT UP!! SUGAR MAKES ME WRITE FASTER!!
Let's get this show on the road!!
**********************(°°)**********Man I love kirby! Heeee...*****
The next morning, birds were trilling as the mists rose off of the ground. It was another perfect day, sort of like yesterday... But Itachi didn't care. After all, he was still asleep.
But he usually wakes around this time, so...
Suddenly!...
Itachi awoke!!
In all his splendor, sending his shadow fleeing across the floor... As he streched and yawned, wiping a dirty hand across his mouth, getting any remaining drool away before actually going out to face the world.
At about... Itachi checked the clock that appeared from the handy ol' vortex of nothingness.
8:30. Yipee. Another fun-filled day of... Left-over homework.
'Maybe I can get Sasuke to do some of it...' Itachi thought. He smirked as he thought of it. Almost reassuringly, he looked down at his little homework- doer... And, found he wasn't even there.
"Sasuke? Sasuke?!" Itachi was getting frantic now. "SASUKE?? SASUUUKKEEEE!??!" He screamed very non-Itachi-like, tearing apart the blanket that was at his feet, as if expecting Sasuke to magically appear from under the little blob of blanket that couldn't even cover him anymore, thanks to Itachi's... Ahem, shredding skills...
"SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASUUUUUUUUUKKEEEEEEEEEEE??????!???!?!?!!??!?!" He squealed out, sounding much like a pig from yelling –squealing, sorry- so much.
"SAAAASSSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKEEEEE..?" Itachi was now sounding like that freaky kid that always appears in those horror movies, always wheedling menacingly...
Itachi was now almost at full-insanity-mode, with the foaming mouth, bloodshot eyes, and the autographed Brittany Spears picture clutched firmly in his hand, and brain constantly replaying the most annoying Madonna song ever. Yessiree, Itachi was a fan.
(it just seems that Itachi is obsessed with Brittany Spears... Let's go check his room, shall we...? Me and M.k: walk into Itachi's room, get surrounded by a blinding... YELLOWNESS!!! Yes, folks, Itachi's favorite color is yellow.)
((Maybe I'm just being mean to him because I didn't get a lot of reviews. Or maybe because I didn't get my average dose of SUGAR...) Me: A-HEM... M.k: Whaaaaat??!? What do you expect me to do when I find out where your stash of sugar is? Leave it alone...? Me: YES. M.k: Well, SORRYYYYYYYYYYY!! Me: Shut up. These guys(who are still reading) probably want use to get on with the story. M.k: Ok.)
'Wha...? Where is he??!?' Itachi thought once his brain had settled down enough for him to think properly.
Finally, after giving up searching for Sasuke(which took a record-breaking, whopping, THIRTY SECONDS!! (Yes, you heard me. THIRY FRICKIN SECONDS!! Ain't it a lot?), Itachi finally wandered into his kitchen.
When he finally looked up, his eyes dilated until they were just the teeeniest, tiniest little dots. Yes, folks. His kitchen was messy. It was so messy, there wasn't a pile of DIRT anywhere else that wasn't dirtier.
Itachi's jaw promptly fell, breaking through the floor, and through the basement(let's just suppose they HAVE a basement, ne?), and finally, through the concrete. After that, he uttered a few shocked squeaks, and looked at the stove.
THERE, standing on a chair, was little Sasuke. In his chubby little hand he evilly held a spatula that Itachi later named Bob, Lord Of All Things Dirty, and would promptly bend it out of proportion until it was a nice, mettalic little ball sort of thing.
Sasuke was grinning at Itachi in a way that made him pale. His little brother raised the frying pan up so that he could show Itachi what he was cooking. Itachi finally summoned enough courage to look in the frying pan, was...
JIMMY!!! OH, NO!!!! SASUKE WAS COOKING JIMMY!!
'NOT MY PET EGG!!!!' Itachi thought horrified.
"NOT JIMMY!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO(huff)OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOO(huff)OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!" Itachi screamed loudly, dropping onto his knees, holding the eggshell that would never be healed, or mended again.
That was when, finally, Itachi woke up.
It had all been a nightmare...
Phew...
Itachi then walked into the kitchen, wiping sleep from his eyes, when he saw Sasuke merrily frying away at something.
"Hey, Sasuke," Itachi said nervously, "What're you cooking?"
Itachi leaned closer to get a view at whatever his brother was brutally torturing in his Frying Pan Of Doom, as Itachi would later call it, when Sasuke looked at him.
"NOOOO YOU CANNOT LOOK AT THE PREEEECIOUUUSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!! IT'S MIIIIINEEE!! MY OWN, MY ONLY... HIISSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" Sasuke shrieked, being surprisingly loud for a five-year-old.
He then leapt up at Itachi, wielding his Frying Pan as if it were a mace, banging him mercilessly until whatever-it-was that he was killing –I mean- cooking, fell out.
Guess what, Itachi? Sasuke must be out to get you.
'Cause from the Frying Pan fell, fruitlessly, Itachi's fowly friend(lol tongue twister), Jimmy the Egg.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOITCANTBENOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO(huff)OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Itachi was mourning the painful demise of his little shelled friend when, suddenly!!(I love that word...)
He woke up.
Just like that.
But was it for real...?
Itachi looked up at the sky from the window, up through the clouds... to the magical place of Authors and Authoresses.
"Hmm..." Itachi pondered, gazing up.
Me: ...What?
SUDDENLY!!!!
...
...
Itachi heard his name being called. 'What the..."
"Oh, that can't be Sasuke calling my name for help from a very scary place. He's in the kitchen." Itachi stated.
OH, BUT IT WAS!!!!
And from somewhere he didn't want his little brother to ever venture. His room.
Sasuke was shocked by what he saw. Vast numbers of pictures!!! They were everywhere!! All over his closet, all over his drawers, and all over his bed!! It made Sasuke wonder how Itachi fell asleep, with all of them... But, most surprisingly, and most horrifyingly, all of them were of... *********** TBC
I know, I know!! This chappy was really short!!!
So who're the pictures gonna be of...? You guys choose. Should I go on ahead with the young Sasuke/Itachi plot or go on ahead to when they're older? You guys also choose. Make me proud. Lol. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW It's the only way I'm gonna write more!!!! REVIEW A LOT!!!! PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE!!!!
Pyro Dragon 117: LOL!! That was really encouraging! Thanks! Now I KNOW I'll write more! Otherwise I'll probably die... O_______O;;;
Yuki-Chan2: Thx! I like young Sasuke too!!
Zephyr Wind: Thx! That was one of my favorite parts to write!
I have three reviews already!
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!
Let's all cheer!
Yaaaaay!
M.k is actually cheering!
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
M.k: No I'm not! It's just... Um... Shut up!! *runs away*
Me: riiiiiiiiiiight...
M.k: Hey! Don't act like I'M the one who's weird! Aren't you the one who went on a rabid sugar craze, nearly burning down the candy store to get your stupid Sweet Tarts??
Me: DO NOT INSULT THE SWEET TARTS!! THEY WILL COME BACK TO BITE YOU!! HIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! *tries frantically to scratch out M.k's eyes*
M.k: Aaaaaughhh!!!! Just read! Read and saave meee! Never give her sugar!!
ME: SHUT UP!! SUGAR MAKES ME WRITE FASTER!!
Let's get this show on the road!!
**********************(°°)**********Man I love kirby! Heeee...*****
The next morning, birds were trilling as the mists rose off of the ground. It was another perfect day, sort of like yesterday... But Itachi didn't care. After all, he was still asleep.
But he usually wakes around this time, so...
Suddenly!...
Itachi awoke!!
In all his splendor, sending his shadow fleeing across the floor... As he streched and yawned, wiping a dirty hand across his mouth, getting any remaining drool away before actually going out to face the world.
At about... Itachi checked the clock that appeared from the handy ol' vortex of nothingness.
8:30. Yipee. Another fun-filled day of... Left-over homework.
'Maybe I can get Sasuke to do some of it...' Itachi thought. He smirked as he thought of it. Almost reassuringly, he looked down at his little homework- doer... And, found he wasn't even there.
"Sasuke? Sasuke?!" Itachi was getting frantic now. "SASUKE?? SASUUUKKEEEE!??!" He screamed very non-Itachi-like, tearing apart the blanket that was at his feet, as if expecting Sasuke to magically appear from under the little blob of blanket that couldn't even cover him anymore, thanks to Itachi's... Ahem, shredding skills...
"SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASUUUUUUUUUKKEEEEEEEEEEE??????!???!?!?!!??!?!" He squealed out, sounding much like a pig from yelling –squealing, sorry- so much.
"SAAAASSSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKEEEEE..?" Itachi was now sounding like that freaky kid that always appears in those horror movies, always wheedling menacingly...
Itachi was now almost at full-insanity-mode, with the foaming mouth, bloodshot eyes, and the autographed Brittany Spears picture clutched firmly in his hand, and brain constantly replaying the most annoying Madonna song ever. Yessiree, Itachi was a fan.
(it just seems that Itachi is obsessed with Brittany Spears... Let's go check his room, shall we...? Me and M.k: walk into Itachi's room, get surrounded by a blinding... YELLOWNESS!!! Yes, folks, Itachi's favorite color is yellow.)
((Maybe I'm just being mean to him because I didn't get a lot of reviews. Or maybe because I didn't get my average dose of SUGAR...) Me: A-HEM... M.k: Whaaaaat??!? What do you expect me to do when I find out where your stash of sugar is? Leave it alone...? Me: YES. M.k: Well, SORRYYYYYYYYYYY!! Me: Shut up. These guys(who are still reading) probably want use to get on with the story. M.k: Ok.)
'Wha...? Where is he??!?' Itachi thought once his brain had settled down enough for him to think properly.
Finally, after giving up searching for Sasuke(which took a record-breaking, whopping, THIRTY SECONDS!! (Yes, you heard me. THIRY FRICKIN SECONDS!! Ain't it a lot?), Itachi finally wandered into his kitchen.
When he finally looked up, his eyes dilated until they were just the teeeniest, tiniest little dots. Yes, folks. His kitchen was messy. It was so messy, there wasn't a pile of DIRT anywhere else that wasn't dirtier.
Itachi's jaw promptly fell, breaking through the floor, and through the basement(let's just suppose they HAVE a basement, ne?), and finally, through the concrete. After that, he uttered a few shocked squeaks, and looked at the stove.
THERE, standing on a chair, was little Sasuke. In his chubby little hand he evilly held a spatula that Itachi later named Bob, Lord Of All Things Dirty, and would promptly bend it out of proportion until it was a nice, mettalic little ball sort of thing.
Sasuke was grinning at Itachi in a way that made him pale. His little brother raised the frying pan up so that he could show Itachi what he was cooking. Itachi finally summoned enough courage to look in the frying pan, was...
JIMMY!!! OH, NO!!!! SASUKE WAS COOKING JIMMY!!
'NOT MY PET EGG!!!!' Itachi thought horrified.
"NOT JIMMY!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO(huff)OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOO(huff)OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!" Itachi screamed loudly, dropping onto his knees, holding the eggshell that would never be healed, or mended again.
That was when, finally, Itachi woke up.
It had all been a nightmare...
Phew...
Itachi then walked into the kitchen, wiping sleep from his eyes, when he saw Sasuke merrily frying away at something.
"Hey, Sasuke," Itachi said nervously, "What're you cooking?"
Itachi leaned closer to get a view at whatever his brother was brutally torturing in his Frying Pan Of Doom, as Itachi would later call it, when Sasuke looked at him.
"NOOOO YOU CANNOT LOOK AT THE PREEEECIOUUUSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!! IT'S MIIIIINEEE!! MY OWN, MY ONLY... HIISSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" Sasuke shrieked, being surprisingly loud for a five-year-old.
He then leapt up at Itachi, wielding his Frying Pan as if it were a mace, banging him mercilessly until whatever-it-was that he was killing –I mean- cooking, fell out.
Guess what, Itachi? Sasuke must be out to get you.
'Cause from the Frying Pan fell, fruitlessly, Itachi's fowly friend(lol tongue twister), Jimmy the Egg.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOITCANTBENOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO(huff)OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Itachi was mourning the painful demise of his little shelled friend when, suddenly!!(I love that word...)
He woke up.
Just like that.
But was it for real...?
Itachi looked up at the sky from the window, up through the clouds... to the magical place of Authors and Authoresses.
"Hmm..." Itachi pondered, gazing up.
Me: ...What?
SUDDENLY!!!!
...
...
Itachi heard his name being called. 'What the..."
"Oh, that can't be Sasuke calling my name for help from a very scary place. He's in the kitchen." Itachi stated.
OH, BUT IT WAS!!!!
And from somewhere he didn't want his little brother to ever venture. His room.
Sasuke was shocked by what he saw. Vast numbers of pictures!!! They were everywhere!! All over his closet, all over his drawers, and all over his bed!! It made Sasuke wonder how Itachi fell asleep, with all of them... But, most surprisingly, and most horrifyingly, all of them were of... *********** TBC
I know, I know!! This chappy was really short!!!
So who're the pictures gonna be of...? You guys choose. Should I go on ahead with the young Sasuke/Itachi plot or go on ahead to when they're older? You guys also choose. Make me proud. Lol. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW It's the only way I'm gonna write more!!!! REVIEW A LOT!!!! PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE!!!!