A/N: I do not own Naruto

Ichi-go, Ichi-e

One time, One meeting

A Rash Decision

They were five years of age when they first met. He'd long since forgotten the occasion of the meeting, but he remembered tottering behind his O-kaasan, his little fingers fidgeting with the sleeve of his dark blue and gray striped yukata, when he stumbled upon her.

He'd been to busy scratching the inside of his wrist, unused to wearing the traditional garment that was still new. Sad to say, the long sleeves and under used fabric had done a number on his wrist, which were sensitive in their own right. His Aniki had been the first to notice and suggest this, but Sasuke had been adamant in denying any part of his body was 'sensitive' to anything. His cheeks puffed out when he'd so boldly declared that only girls were that delicate.

To prove his point, he'd all but dragged Kaasan out the door when she voiced her concern that Sasuke might be allergic to the fabric of his yukata, his little hand waving off her concern like he'd seen his O-Tosan do so many times before. He'd almost sputtered in indignation when Kaasan started laughing softly behind the hand pressed against her tightly pursed and upturned mouth. Instead he aimed a deep frown up at her and waited until she recovered and took point in front of him to led the way to the celebration.

Still, ambling along behind her, a rash had quickly developed on the inside of his wrist. He pushed up the sleeve to his yukata and had a quick glance at the problem, groaned low in his throat when spied the problem. Angry red bumps, blotched his pale skin in raised patches. Itachi had been right. But that wasn't the real problem; the real problem was the rash looked to be spreading.

So focused was he on the problem he hadn't paid attention to where he was going. A quick glance up told him that not only had he not been paying attention, but he also managed to lose track of his O-kaasan. The itchiness on his wrist was momentarily forgotten in his panic. He glanced about, frantic and terrified, tears already gathering in his eyes. She was no where to be seen.

He collapsed to his knees, tears now pouring unrestrained down his face.

"A-are you alright?" Whispered a voice to his ear. Startled, he jumped to his feet, swiping at his wet face as he turned to face the inquiring voice.

Big white eyes where the first thing he noticed. Then it was the slight, upturned smile and the bob of her head and the sway of dark violet hair as she considered him for the short moment.

"Are you alright?" She asked again.

Dark eyebrows furrowed over equally dark eyes. "I'm an Uchiha!" His chest puffed out to twice its normal size. "Of course I'm alright. Why wouldn't I be?"

Her smile disappeared, replaced with a slight frown and even bigger white eyes. "I-I'm sorry." Her voice barely reached his ears as her eyes cast down at her feet, her fingers twitching together in a nervous gesture. "I just wanted to help."

Sasuke never felt so guilty in his life as she turned away and walked quickly away. This was even worser than when Kaasan tricked him into eating that icky green stuff called broccoli. "Aw man," He muttered as stalked after her.