Series: Naruto
Setting: AU
Prompt: 26. Writers Choice -Adventure
Rating: K
Word Count: 1, 407
Warnings: None
Summary: How far would you go to see someone, one last time.

Bonus Writer Notes: This was going to be the last of the cute ones... ahh sorry I changed my mind working along with the prompts... 2 more left now -hangs head-

Global Jet Setting

The day has been like any other day, nothing seemed out of the ordinary except that school was still out so each person to their own without the companionship of their friends to go through the day, a few times visiting houses and having play dates out in the park while rugged up in their winter wools was certainly different being that they had became accustomed to seeing them and their teachers everyday. Starting school was one of the most scariest experiences a young child could have but once they got into the swing of it and made friends, they didn't know how they could live without it with everyday being a new and exciting experience. Itachi was a child easily seen to in this kind of situations with the longevity of the break between the schooling year, always keeping to himself before a certain blonde came into his life, entertained with nothing more than literature in his possession to pass the time fascinated in learning more with the young crave of information.

Sitting up in the window sill box of his room rugged up underneath a blanket, he quietly sat reading about the tales of fantasy worlds with strange small people and fire breathing dragons, sighing out an anticipated pant turning the page with things starting to pick up with the confrontation with the fiery mythological creature, reaching over for the small plate of dango at his side that his mother had kindly brought him, not willing to tear his eyes away from the pages of text and pictures. Almost inhaling the sweet dumpling down humming contently in at the delicious taste, turning the page mouth opened awaiting the second ball stopping with hovering lips from the knock at the door. Slowly it opened up with his mother peaking her head through to check up on him, bringing over a warm cup of soup for his lunch, taking a seat down next to him and passing him the telephone.

"Deidara is on the phone for you" she said holding the cup for him being that the other object was more important at the time.

Taking the phone from his mother he slid out of his hiding hole, pacing back and forth talking minimal to his friend with the constant talking one doing all the work for him, giving a nod and an agreeing sound every once in a while in active listening. He had learnt that Deidara wasn't even in the country at all but out in another one visiting his family since he wasn't originally for there which explained the rare hair colour that he had. He told him all about his adventures so far and the souvenirs that he had bought and one thing for Itachi as well that he would give to him when he came back which would be in a few weeks from now so it was something that he could look forward to. Thirty minutes of grunting and a cooling soup later, he was off the phone and back into his seat picking up his book once again now and a fresh cup of soup brought in with a smile and a gentle pet of his hair. Besides bringing him food, there was something else she needed to talk to him about, saving it for another time being he was still on the high from speaking to his cheerful friend.

Over the next passing weeks things around the household started to get hectic even so much that Itachi had noticed, things were going missing, moved around even his father was home from work more than usual, helping with the disappearance of items into a huge truck that had come to collect their things. Sneaking around between all the items and the boxes that they were in, Itachi tried to solve the mystery of the strange actions of his parents only to go and look up at his father and ask him straight out what was going on and in return he got a straight answer that made him blink a few times in disbelief. Moving… they were moving away and very soon with the way everything was being taken away. Searching to see if that was correct he ran straight to his mother to find out the truth getting the same response except in a softer caring tone, apologising for not telling him earlier not wanting to ruin his holidays. But it wasn't the holidays that he was worried about, not one bit, Deidara wasn't home from his holiday yet and if they were leaving soon then he wouldn't be back in time to see him.

Days ticked by waiting for the blonde's long awaited return or even a phone call to tell him the terrible news but there was nothing, even the day that they were to move he still hadn't heard from him. Waking up early in the morning the small Uchiha snuck through the near bare house treading over the creaking floor boards that would have echoed noticeably in the barren space so he did it quietly on tipped toes, dressing himself in the warmest pile of clothes that he could find to protect himself from the harsh snowing elements outside with layers upon layers pulled over his head knowing his mother would not be happy if he caught a cold. Writing a note in crayon for his parents he stuck it to the fridge with the happy smiling face magnet to let them know his plans so there would be no need to cause a commotion, picking up his backpack that was filled with books for the trip as well as a couple of muesli bars, cheese sticks and juice boxes, securing it over his shoulders opening the door leaving the toasty insides of the ducted heating and outside into the freezing cold that sent a shiver up his spine. That was not going to deter him one bit, he was going to find Deidara's place so he could see him one last time before he went away, even if he had to camp outside and wait for him to come home.

Everything was hard to recognise with the snow covered landmarks up to his knee deep trudging through the wet fields, looking both directions crossing the road being a good boy like his mother had told him, following the road to find his way to his friends.

A few hours later the family woke up to the crying sounds of the baby hungry and in need of a feed, Mikoto picking him up from his crib lulling him gently with a hush rocking him back and forth calming his tears. Once he had comforted down into a happy gurgling state, she kissed him on the forehead placing the adorable Sasuke into his bassinette securing him in place so he wouldn't fall out and hurt himself, then out to the kitchen to get him out a bottle of milk, warming it up for him while she started to prepare breakfast, oblivious to the hand scribbled note that was on the surface on the fridge from the waking daze of sleep and the height it was placed at from his small reach. The bottle for the youngest and time for a wake up call of the eldest to organize him for the big day ahead, calling out his name sweetly opening the door into his bedroom to let him know that breakfast was ready for him, only faced with the empty bed. She noted nothing out of the ordinary with him not being there since he was an earlier riser more than likely engrossed in a book somewhere in the house near a heat source but room after room she searched, every empty space made her heart race faster when the missing child wasn't discovered. Nowhere was left unturned, no hiding place too small missed, frantically running through the house suffering from one of the worst fears that a parent could have.

Barging through the doors into the main bedroom the door slammed back against the wall, if that didn't wake him up then the shrieks of dread did, sitting up in bed with a perplexed look from the abrupt wake up. Mikoto covered her mouth in horror, ghost white visibly shaking with widening eyes, he was no where to be found. Her poor baby was lost or even worse, kidnapped by someone.

"Itachi… he is missing!"