Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. In fact, I legally own nothing.
Notes: Some of these fit into the first half of Naruto (i.e. "gift"), some fit into the time skip (i.e. "prisms"), and some fit quite well into any bit of the series (i.e. "genjutsu").
Uchiha Sasuke: gift
Usually, when Mrs. Zamaki came over, Sasuke tried not to be there. She was the latest in the succession of large buxom ladies who came to take care of his small apartment, and tried to take care of him.
Apparently, even though at age twelve, you could be a ninja, risk your life everyday, and be trusted to play with sharp pointy objects, you couldn't be trusted to clean your apartment, eat enough veggies, or wash behind your ears.
The schizophrenia of it irked Sasuke. What irked him even more was that, if he disappeared while one of the large buxom ladies was there, he would inevitably return to find his personal items had been gone through by the large buxom lady, presumably for gossip fodder.
So, he tried to tell whichever large buxom lady it currently was that these were his things, and he didn't like having them moved around. What's more, he could keep his apartment neat and tidy, eat his veggies, and wash behind his ears without any help from anyone.
This was usually met by a "You're so cute, I could just take you home with me!" squeal, and no helpful results at all.
So when Mrs. Zamaki showed up that afternoon to do the utterly unnecessary cleaning, Sasuke stayed put in order to protect his personal effects.
Mrs. Zamaki bustled in, hung up her coat, and turning round gave him a smile of such cheery brightness that Sasuke was tempted to shuriken her.
Mrs. Zamaki said, cheerily and brightly, "I brought you a gift, Sasuke."
Sasuke was tempted to add a fire technique to the shurikens.
"Ta-Da!" Mrs. Zamaki held out a cheery parcel wrapped in bright pink giftwrap.
Forget the fire techniques, this lady was asking for Chidori.
"Don't you want to open it?" Mrs. Zamaki asked, cheerily and brightly.
"No." Sasuke turned away.
"Don't you know what day it is, silly boy?" Mrs. Zamaki said, still cheerily and brightly.
That was it. The woman died. Sasuke swung round glaring.
"Your birthday!" Mrs. Zamaki cheerilyed and brightlyed.
Thus stopping Sasuke from completing the Chidori hand seals, Mrs. Zamaki held out the parcel again.
Abruptly remembering what day it was, Sasuke figured out what the pile of brightly colored packages, all signed with female names, had been doing lying on his front doorstep this morning. (If you looked out there now, all there would be was a slight pile of ashes.)
Sasuke reached out and grabbed the parcel, turned Mrs. Zamaki around, force-marched her out the front door, and locked it behind her.
And then wiping his eyes, he opened the gift.
Note: I don't subscribe to the school of belief that Sasuke lives in a mansion. Nor do I subscribe to the belief that Sasuke lives entirely alone without any help. I believe that he could live, without any problems, entirely alone and without help. But he's a minor, and therefore people will think he needs help living. Most children would, but most Naruto children don't act like children, and certainly Sasuke doesn't. Also this doesn't really count as a first birthday gift, because I'm sure that his family used to give gifts, but it's been the first in a long while. Gifts from his fans don't count, because I think he destroys them, probably even before the poor fangirl is out of sight.
