Sunny Side Up
by Diana-san

Author's Note: This randomly came to me because after Itachi and eggs, what if Itachi faced onions? Any excuse to just write a story about him and Sarada cooking in the kitchen.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto but if I did, Itachi would magically be alive for his misadventures with Sarada-chan.

02. Onions

Itachi doesn't cry. Okay, that was a lie. He cried the night of the clan's massacre when he stood behind his parents and heard his father's last words to him. He cried when he watched his little brother throw his kunai at him. He may or may not have cried when Kisame saw him standing in the rain.

Those were the only two times he can recall crying.

Except today. Today was a challenge.

Sarada walked up to him as she crawled onto a stool so that she was tall enough to see over the counter. "What are you doing, uncle Itachi?" she asked.

Itachi smiled as he placed the knife in his hand down on the cutting board. "Making you lunch, Sarada-chan."

"What are you making?"

She was four yet she had so many questions.

"Onion okonomiyaki," he responded as he returned to the cutting board.

"Why are you crying?" Sarada asked as she glanced up at her uncle. She was concerned. People only cry when they were sad. Sometimes they cry if they are happy. But usually that was when they were overly happy. Sarada didn't understand why people cry when they're happy but she just took her mother's words for it.

When she looked at her uncle, he looked neither sad nor happy. He never showed much change in his expressions and it made it harder for her to figure out what he was thinking most of the time. He was a lot similar to her father with their apathetic expressions. But at least, when her papa was around her mama, she could see a lot of different expressions on papa's face.

Sarada stared intently at Itachi. However, her uncle did show expressions often when he was around her. Sometimes, when he was around papa as well. She watched as her uncle furrow his eyebrows together and clench his jaw.

"I'm not crying, Sarada-chan," he insisted.

"Yes you are."

Itachi sighed as he placed the knife back down on the board and went on to wipe his face with the sleeve of his cloak.

"It's sweat, Sarada-chan," he explained.

"Why are your eyes sweating?"

"The onions…" he muttered.

"Do onions make you cry?" Sarada asked as she stared at the onions.

"Yes, they are dangerous," he murmured as he opened a few cabinets.

"What are you looking for?"

"Goggles. I think your mother left a pair in the kitchen somewhere."

Sarada climbed off the stool as she went over to a kitchen drawer and pulled out a pair of goggles. "Boruto left them here the other day. He said it belonged to his daddy."

Itachi took the goggles from Sarada and placed them over his head as he adjusted the frames of the goggles so that it rested comfortably on top of his nose.

"This shall do," he said as he walked back to the cutting board.

"Wait!" Sarada cried out as she ran out of the kitchen and disappeared for a good few minutes before returning to the kitchen. In her hands was a pair of red-framed glasses.

"Sarada, aren't those your mama's reading glasses?"

Sarada placed them on. "No, mama got me a matching pair so I can look as smart as her."

"Ah, so the lens aren't real."

Sarada smiled as she climbed back onto the stool. "Now we can battle the onions together."

Itachi chuckled as he picked the knife back up. "Time to show these onions what we are made of."

"We're back from our mission," Sasuke called out as he entered the house. He and Sakura had a morning mission to deliver some documents to a neighboring country and had just returned in time for lunch.

"Sasuke-kun, the house smells heavenly!" Sakura remarked as she took off her shoes.

"At least he didn't burn the house down," Sasuke replied. He could only imagine how intense his brother can get when it comes to cooking and making the perfect meal.

Sakura giggled. "You almost burned the house last time when you tried to use your fire release on the fish."

"Noted. I'll use it outside next time," he replied.

The two of them entered the kitchen to smell the sizzling of onions on the pan.

"What the…" Sasuke began as he saw the two. His precious daughter was wearing glasses he had never recalled buying for her and his brother was wearing a ridiculous looking pair of goggles.

"Ah, you're home," Itachi remarked as he threw in more chopped onions to the pan.

"Papa! Mama!" Sarada cried out as she hopped off the stool and ran into her daddy's arms.

"Why are you dressed like Naruto when he was 12?" Sasuke asked.

"These are Boruto's," Itachi responded.

"They used to belong to Naruto," Sakura replied with a smile.

"The onions were getting to my eyes," Itachi stated as he looked back down at the pan.

"Sarada, when did you get glasses?" Sasuke asked as he reached out to grab the glasses from his daughter's small frame.

"Don't!" Sarada exclaimed as her hands flew up to securely hold the glasses in place. "I want to match uncle's goggles! We're onion fighters!"

Sasuke pulled his hand away with an incredulous look on his face. "Okay, Sara-chan," he murmured.

"I think you look beautiful in them," Sakura said as she took Sarada from Sasuke's arms.

"Sorry mama! We can match next time!"

Sakura smiled. "How about tonight for bedtime?"

Sasuke gave a small pout. "What about me?"

Sarada giggled. "You can wear Dino-san's eye-patch," she said as she waved over to a small, green dinosaur sitting on top of the kitchen table. Sasuke had passed down his old toy to Sarada only to watch it be dressed with various outfits over the months, such as an eye-patch and a small, pink frilly apron.

He took off the eye-patch that was draped over the dinosaur's left eye as he placed it on.

Sarada clapped gleefully as she touched her father's cheek. "Now we can play pirates!"

Itachi hummed as he turned over to the family of three. "Do pirates like onions?"