Title: Vaulted Secret

Pair: Semi-Itaoc (Itayuki)

Commission (for):

Theme: 12. Vault

Genre: Sad, Next-gen, sweet

Rating: PG

Warning: Itachi dead (duh)

World:Canon

Status: complete

Date started: 06-15-15

Date Finished:06-18-15

Summary:

Disclaimer on Art and OC's: I don't own the picture on top

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto copyrighted

Chapters: Drabble

Chapters:

Extra:

I finished something on time or late depending on you. Happy Father's day xD or Itachi's belated birthday XD. A sweet little fanfic of Yuki and her daughter and how they deal with life after Itachi's death. I think Yuki is doing fine. She has a daughter and living her life. She still lives outside of konoha still making medicine planting flowers and helping travelers by offering a rest stop (not including sleeping). Kisa I feel would be mature for her age as she would have spent most of her time when little with her mother and other adults, also another part that feels just right is Kisa learning about her father when she is at the age of eight. She would be smart enough to know that it is a secret and mature enough to handle it. Opinioins?

Walking the familiar path back home Kisa clung on to her drawing she drew in class. It was for father's day, she was supposed to hand it to her father but one thing bothered her though while she continued walking the winding path away from Konoha village, she didn't have a father.

She never had chance to even meet her father, or knew how he looked. He mother rarely spoke about him, and when she did it always so secretive like she was ashamed. When asked if she loved him her mother would answer truthfully that she did love him, but wouldn't further reason why.

She stared at the family picture she was required to drawing of her father or lack thereof how she saw him. How could she draw him, when his face was so unfamiliar to her his personality nonexistent, the only thing she knew about him was that he loved her. Or that is what her mother would tell her every night. Her father, this mysterious figure was watching over them protecting them and that he loved her.

The picture itself was the best she could think of a black mysterious figure with white angle wings floating on a cloud protecting Kisa and her mother while they hugged one another smiling. Her teacher explained to the eight year old the picture was beautiful but to be honest Kisa found it depressing. Her other friends had picture of their father hugging them or playing with them but most all they had faces.

"Hello Kisa," she heard her mother's gentle voice from the garden, "how did you day at the academy go?" she was pulling out weeds, fixing dying flowers and planting new ones. The garden was looking beautiful with different flowers scattered about. Kisa stared at them and walked to her mother.

"Your flowers are looking beautiful mommy," She wrapped her arms around her mother's neck forgetting about her absent father. She was always in awe of her mother's garden the same dried up flowers were in glass frame over Kisa's bed, with dates written on them.

"Thank you," her mother laughed and hugged her daughter back, "your flowers are doing fine as well," she led her daughter to the special part of the garden littered with white Irises. A small one was starting to bud.

"Mommy, mommy it is looking so pretty," she smiled excited and jumped around it.

"Your father would love this garden," her mother said absent minded, "are you hungry my love?" she had had just bought some apples from the market.

Kisa frowned and looked at her picture again at the mention of her father, "Mommy," she clutched the picture close to her chest as they walked to the kitchen with mother. She assumed her mother was listening while she cut some apples, "What is daddy like?"

Her mother stopped cutting the apples into bunny shape and put the knife down, "why do you ask," there was that pain look on her face. Kisa sat on the chair her legs barely brushing the ground. She explained the story at school and showed her mother the picture.

"Why don't I know my father? You don't talk about him," they were both staring at the picture. The guilt in Yuki's expression not fading away, while Kisa explained what happened in school, tears filling her eyes.

"Kisa I am about to tell you a secret," Yuki figured it had been long enough and she wanted to talk about her departed lover for some time. She wanted Kisa to know about her father and his kindness, his loyalty, his strength but most all gentle heart.

The six year old eyes waiting for her mother to continue explain what her father was like, "oh I promise mommy," She wanted to hear anything of her father. Why did her mother love him? Would he of loved her? Why did he leave them and die?

Yuki grabbed picked up her daughter, "Lets meet your father," she spoke gently. She was nervous it would be the first time she would talk about Itachi. In what was years, in her heart she heart she wanted to talk about him. Express to her daughter why she loved him and who he was as a man a ninja; the importance of Itachi Uchiha.

Kisa smiled as they walked back to her mother's room and opened a treasure box, after setting her daughter on the bed.

She pulled out a picture of grumpy man staring at the camera annoyed he wore a black cloak with red clouds all over it. His hair was in a long pony tail and long bangs framing his handsome face. His eyes were a dark onyx color but there was hidden happiness. He looked like a good man prefect for her mother.

"That is Itachi Uchiha," she read about him in her school books. He was Konoha's greatest hero, the hero that suffered in darkness. She remembered idolizing him and doing a school project explain how he protected Konoha. Her mother was extra insightful with the subject, "you married him?" she felt a thousand words spilling out of her mouth.

Yuki giggled lightly, "Kisa one question at a time please, my love," she held her daughter and answered the questions about Itachi. She pulled and read the letter he left her before he died and spoke. How the flowers in Kisa's rooms were flowers he brought her from each mission, his rare smiles and just how warm she felt being around him.

Kisa listened eagerly to the stories she glanced at the picture again and the art she created, "I think you did an amazing job with the picture. It looks just like your father a man protecting us and the people he loves from the shadows with a heart as while as his wings?"

Kisa smiled at her mother, "Can I frame the picture as well?"