"Look, snow!" Naruto bounced by the window sill, his eyes filled with excitement. "Last year it didn't snow, so you never got to see it did you Naruto?" Itachi smiled warmly from his seat on the couch, a mug of coffee on his hand. Naruto shook his head wildly, a big grin on his face. "No, it didn't, but this year I can play in it, right?" he signed excitedly. The winter holidays were almost upon us, and though I was glad that I could spend more time with Naruto, he had told us that his class had arranged a small Christmas get-together during those few days that I would be able to spend with him, thus shortening our time together even further. Though I knew that it was a good thing he got along with his classmates now, I was really beginning to dislike how outgoing Naruto was. He always had something nice to say about them, though Iruka had told us on more than one occasion that he was still being targeted for bullying by other students, especially by the pink-haired girl that I had seen that first day of school, but Naruto never said a word about it. Rather, he seemed to be growing more and more infatuated with that snot-nosed brat that I really, really didn't want to ever see again. Ever.

Naruto ran over to sit beside me on the couch, his small hands resting on my knee roughly. "Let's go play outside." He signed with the most serious look I had ever seen on his face. It almost made me laugh how cute he looked. "At least wait until enough snow piles up, that is, IF it piles up, because it looks like it'll melt right away." Naruto frowned. "That's why we have to go outside right now and not later." He insisted, his hands rolling into little balls as he hit them against his knees. "Later." Itachi raised an eyebrow at me, but remained silent. I only just recovered from the flu I caught from Naruto, so he couldn't force me to go outside.

"Can we go outside now?" I peered through the fogged kitchen window as I poured myself a glass of water. It was already dark outside, and it continued to snow. Apparently this year we were going to have all the snow we didn't get last year. "Tanaka served dinner; we have to go eat, so no." Naruto frowned again, and this time he glared at me. "You're really mean." He scowled before turning around to leave. I held back my desire to laugh, because really, I didn't know how to react. Naruto was genuinely angry with me, over something as petty as playing in the snow. I walked into the dining room, and found Naruto sitting the farthest away from his usual seat beside me as possible, and given that it was a rather large table, it was very far off. He had even taken the trouble to take his plate and utensils with him. Itachi suppressed a laugh as he looked away from me, which I guess was due to the face of utter shock that I had on. Naruto didn't even look up at me, and ate silently. When he finished he signed a thank you to Tanaka and left after shooting me another cold glare. "You really should have taken him outside." Itachi muttered as he sipped his wine. I glared at him angrily. "You spoil him too much." I hiss irritably, my knife almost making a loud screech, having cut through the chicken breast and rubbing against the plate roughly under the sheer pressure I was making.

"We all do." Tanaka added, a small smile on his face.

I saw the tips of blond hair stick out from the bed covers, the body of my small child curled up into a tight ball in the middle of the bed. I sighed. "Naruto, you really going to be angry about this?" He didn't give any sign of having heard me, or was choosing to ignore me completely. "I guess I'll sleep in the guest room today." Again, he didn't give any sign of having paid me any attention. I grabbed my pajamas and walked out, closing the door behind me. Naruto hasn't slept alone in a very long time, and though I was worried about whether or not he would be able to spend the night, I was more annoyed over the fact that he was angry with me. "Don't do that," Itachi watched me from afar, having been on his way to tuck Naruto in. I raised an eyebrow at him, moving my head side to side slightly and hunching my shoulders, giving him a look of annoyance. "Gritting your teeth, it's not good for you; you'll ruin your dentures."

"I don't grit my teeth." I answered curtly, it wasn't something Uchihas do.

"You've been doing it since dinner." Itachi walked into my room, almost smiling as he looked over at the bed. I held back my scoff. Of course I didn't grit my teeth. I turned on the bedroom light as I closed the guest room door behind me and walked over to the mirror when I noticed my clenched jaw and the small paroxystic side-to-side movements of my jaws. I didn't even know when I had started to grit my teeth together, and of course, I hated that Itachi had noticed. Angrily, I pulled my clothes off, throwing them to one side before sitting on the end of the bed, breathing out all the expiration I had as I ran my hands through my hair. I didn't remember the last time I had been so angry, given that I had controlled a lot of my impulsiveness since I was on good terms with Naruto, and to have a fight over something so meaningless as playing in the freaking snow! I breathed deeply again. This was ridiculous. "So un-Uchiha." I whispered, a small smirk on my lips. Naruto really did stir up a lot of emotions inside of me, and he was still just a child, so I can't even imagine how he will be later on. The simple thought of it gives me a headache. Teenage rebellion, friends, hobbies, and, ugh, girlfriends. I shudder. It's a good thing I have at least that under control.

I felt something brush past my leg in between deep dreams and REM cycles. I thought maybe it was my imagination when I felt yet another soft touch against my arm, but I fought back the urge to lift my head to look around and simply listened. The unused side of the bed in front of me shifted, a small hand raising my arm softly, as to not to wake me, and the tiny body of my 8-year old accommodated itself against my chest. I opened my eyes slightly, being able to see blond hair though the blur of my eyelashes and the dimness of the room. Blue eyes looked up at me apprehensively, as if trying to make sure he didn't wake me up, and after believing that I was still in my fifth dream, he shifted himself closer to me, burying his head against my chest and moving my arm closer around him. He continued to wiggle like a little worm, trying to find a comfortable spot and finally finding one after burrowing his small fingers into the chest of my nightshirt. I felt his nose against my breastbone, his small breaths become deeper and more continuous after just a few minutes. He was asleep when I moved my arms closer around him, encasing him completely as I snuggled my chin against his unruly bed hair. He is such a silly little child, and though he makes me burn with anger, he still found ways to unknowingly make my heart melt. "I really do hope you don't get a girlfriend until you're at least 25." I whisper to the sleeping blondie, who merely shifts and continues dreaming.

"What's this?" Naruto rubs his eyes softly, a small yawn escaping his lips. "Snow playing clothes." I reply, throwing him a pair of orange mittens. His eyes widen as he pulls the orange and white jacket closer to him, his mouth open into a tiny "O". "But there's school today."

"Nope," I reply, "cancelled."

Cerulean eyes looked at me in utter confusion. I pointed at the window behind him, and he turned around, grabbing the bed headboard to pull himself up in order to see. His small hand rubbed the fog off a small part of the window and he froze instantly, his mouth gaping open as his eyes widened even more. He stood up in a quick jump and hastily cleaned off more of the fog until the whole window had a clear view to the outside. He then gaped back at me, not knowing what to say at all. I held back another laugh. "It's all white." He signed to me, still unable to close his mouth. "It's snow, Naruto." He turned his wide-eyed gaze back to the window. "It's like magic." He signed after a few minutes. "Are we trapped inside?"

"Of course not, you just have to shovel it off the sidewalk."

"So why is school canceled."

"Cause it'll take a while to clean it off the roads, it's about four feet of snow out there and it's still snowing."

"Can you walk on it?"

"Well, yeah, if you have snow shoes."

"Is it edible?"

"I wouldn't recommend you to eat it, but yes, it is." Naruto continued to stare in wonder, his innocent awe causing me to hold back my intense desire to hug him tightly and pull on his cheeks. "Well, do you want to go play or are you just going to stare at it from here all day?" His smile couldn't have been any brighter. I smiled to myself as I turned around; merely listening to the rushed movements of Naruto changing into the orange outfit I had bought for him the day the weather man predicted the snow a few days ago.

Inspiration hit me lol, hope you like it :)