Sasuke woke up late. Very unusual for him, being the hyper 6 year old he was. He sat up and rubbed his eyes.
Then he remembered what day it was. July 23rd… His birthday. He shook his still bright pink head and sprinted out of his bed and into the door.
"IIIEEEE!" Sasuke screeched before opening and running down the stairs into Itachi.
"ANIKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" Sasuke screeched once again and tackeled his brother.
"…? Happy Birthday Sasuke-chan…" Itachi said and handed him a small cylinder shaped box.
"Thanks Aniki!" Sasuke grinned and plopped down on the first stair. He untied the bow and tore the wrapping paper off.
Inside were three freshly picked, red tomatoes stacked neatly on top of eachother.
"…" Sasuke grinned even bigger and reached for one. Itachi pulled his hand away.
"Not yet, Sasuke-chan. One for breakfast, lunch and dinner." Itachi pointed out.
"Why cant I eat the breakfast one yet?"
"Because you haven't eaten it yet."
"…" Sasuke remembered finally. Silly him! He slapped his forehead.
"Youre right Nii-san!" Itachi took the box out of his brothers hands, walked to the kitchen and put it on the counter. Sasuke followed him the whole way.
"Anniikkkiii?" Sasuke asked. Itachi raised an eyebrow as a reply.
"Where are Okaa-san and Otou-san?" Sasuke woke up late…and Mikoto and Fugaku usually woke up after him…Itachi smirked slightly and looked to the left, down the hallway.
"Happy Birthday Sasuke-chan!" Mikoto popped out from the first door, gift in hand. Sometimes Itachi wondered why his mother was always so happy. It bugged him sometimes. He'd never met anyone that happy.
"Happy Birthday Sasuke." Fugaku stepped out from the door across from Mikoto's. Gift in hand also.
Sasuke grinned and started giggling like a maniac.
"Thanks Otou-san, Okaa-san!" Sasuke walked over to his parents.
"How are you Sasuke-chan?" Mikoto asked and gave him his present.
"Im good, thanks Okaa-san!" Sasuke took the present and went over to his father.
"Morning Otou-san!" Sasuke said and smiled…again.
"Moring, And…erm.… Happy birthday Sasuke…" Fugaku ruffled Sasuke's still-pink hair and put his present on top of Mikoto's. Sasuke went and sat on the couch to open his presents. Which were a nice little black hat with Uchiha fans on it from Mikoto, and a tomato plushie from Fugaku.
(Sasuke still has that nowadays, he keeps it in his kunai pouch so Naruto and Sakura cant see it!)
Sasuke loved that plushie. He carried it around for the rest of the day.
"Thanks everyone!" Sasuke said. He put the hat and plushie up in his room and came back down.
"Itachi…what did you get Sasuke, anyway?" Mikoto asked, raising a blue eyebrow.
"Aniki got me Tomatoes!" Sasuke yelled halfway down the stairs. Itachi looked at him, then to his parents and nodded. Fugaku blinked and Mikoto smiled.
"That was nice of you, Itachi." Mikoto said. "What do you want for breakfast, Sasuke?"
Sasuke pondered on this for a moment. He was trying to think of the quickest thing to eat.
"…How 'bout…err…a…Pancake!" Sasuke's face lightened up. Mikoto nodded and got up to make Sasuke and Uchiha fan shaped pancake.
10 minutes later, after Sasuke ate his pancake.
"Anikiiii!" Sasuke put his plate in the sink and ran over to said person.
"What is I-…Oh…yea." Itachi took the container and slipped him the red fruit- vegetable thingermahoozit.
"Thanks, Itachi-nii-san..!" Sasuke said and bit into the Tomatoe. He started boucing again.
"Oh…no…Oh Kami, no…!" Itachi said, slapping his forehead and remembering what Sasuke did when he had a Tomatoe. Sasuke ate the tomatoe in 14 seconds flat. Not even bothering to chew the thing.
"Thanks Taaaaccchhhii!" Sasuke ran out the door and started sprinting around the house. Itachi sighed and sat in a chair, timing Sasuke.
23 minutes later,you.
Sasuke had run around the house 112 times in 23 minutes before he came in again, not one bit tired.
"When will it be lunchtime, Aniki?" Sasuke said, and started laughing once again. Itachi mentally kicked himself for giving him those tomoatoes. 'Oh Kami, why did I have to get stuck with such an Insane brother?' He thought to himself.
A sudden banging on the door inturrupted him from saying anything.
"NOOO! ANIKI! ITS THEM AGAIN!" Sasuke screamed and pointed to the door. His still dyed pink hair was standing up on end he was so scared.
Itachi knew what he meant by 'them'. The SFC. The stinking Sasuke Fan Club did this every. Single. Year. Itachi grabbed Sasuke's arm and led him down to the basement. It was actually their "Incase the SFC attack chamber." And wow. Did they attack a lot! The two Uchiha brothers had installed a window so they could see when the SFC left. Sometimes they had to sleep down there, the SFC attacked for so long.
Yes, there were indeed beds down there. Itachi had dragged some down there, too.
"A-anikii...Im s-scared..." Sasuke gripped his brother's shirt. Itachi could feel his brother trembling.
"Stay here, Sasuke..." Itachi pulled his brother off him. "Stay under the covers in the bed..."
Itachi got out of there so quickly he barely saw Sasuke crawl into their bed.
He ran up the stairs and out the door.
"GET HIM!" Ino shouted, and fired.
They were throwing tomatoes at him.
4 minutes later, when the SFC ran out of tomatoes...
Itachi was covered from head to toe in red goop and seeds. The SFC giggled and pointed.It turns out they had no presents, just tomatoes...to throw at my favorite person on Earth. Itachi, you idiot.
"Tomatoes. Yuck." Itachi said under his breath. When the SFC had left, Itachi walked over to their hose and turned it on stiffly. The water was freezing. Like a 98563487563478 ice-cubes.He wondered why they didnt have heated hose water sometimes. He turned the hose to himself and winced the second the freeing water hit him.
Did I already mention it was freezing water? Yes, I did. 3 times to be exact. When Itachi was soaked with water, not tomatoe goop, he did a random hand seal and in a puff of chakra he was dry.
Itachi went back into the cellar. Sasuke had fallen asleep on top on the covers. Itachi smiled softly and brought his pink haired brother up to his room.
Hopefully he would sleep past lunchtime...