Iga no Sanchou

by Catchandelier

The older the clan, the crazier the amount of bullshit you can do. There were ninjas before the Sage, after all. A drabble-fic in twenty-five chapter arcs, thirteen arcs total. Hold on to your burn cream, kiddies. (We're going straight to hell!)

16. Strawberries

It's strange. That day when the Kyuubi came, I don't remember dragging Itachi and Raiko back home. I don't remember Yayoi grabbing Sasuke and running. I don't remember following her. I don't even remember very much about the attack- just the impression of fear stink in every alleyway and anger in the sky.

I remember we were out of strawberry jam. I had meant to buy some, because that was Itachi's favorite and he was coming over to hang out, finally, we'd been asking him for half a year- but then.

There was more than one store that sold it, but he only liked one kind, just one- had the seeds strained out, almost shockingly sweet; it was sold in the Uchiha district.

The Uchiha district is gone now.

I wonder if I can learn to make strawberry jam?

Hell, I wonder if strawberries will grow in the garden…