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!)

22. Blood

I've been sewing so much lately, my fingertips are more like… like mincemeat than finger. I've put spots of blood onto almost everything I've been sewing.

I swear- one day I'm watching Sasuke hold his own bottle and drink his own milk from it's teat all by himself, the next, he's crawling and babbling, the next, he's walking and talking- and he's outgrowing his clothing at an exponential rate.

I desperately hope that I can keep finding the time to put Uchiha crests on Iga clothing. No one's really noticed our clan symbol, which is for the best. The Uchiha uchiwa-mon is so much more… visible, than ours is.

Still. That doesn't mean for one second that I lack pride in my blood. I also can't say that Sasuke-chibi won't have pride in his blood- so I'll make the time to sew his patches on. And one day… actually, no. I think today, after dinner, I'll start teaching him how to sew. Then, he can put his own patches onto his clothes.