Warnings: ahh.
Profanity. Confusion. Um. Not really a pairing...? Unless you read
into things.
Disclaimer: I
don't own Naruto.
Author's note: consider this a quick piece from Sasuke's mother (Mikoto)'s point of view for the story "forgetting reason."
Summary: Mikoto talks to Itachi before dinner.
Title: My dearest.
Narrator: Mikoto.
Rating: PG-13 for profanity.
Author: Taes
Status: complete (as it gets)
When I wrote it: August 13, 2005.
What I wrote it for: Pai (paytakprenses)'s "Icigo- Fragola di Bleach." Retype the link to see her wonderful art! Note, it's not of Naruto...or Itachi...or Mikoto...
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My dearest...by Taes
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I smile at you, with your sharp eyes and your sharp grin, and I can't help but see your sweet little fingers twisted around that poor bloom. Mine.
"What's this," you ask, "Why do you smile so, with your teeth so sharp?"
"Nothing, dearest, but your hair is something to speak of, with its fine twists and smoke-like flare." I reply.
"That smile of yours grows, bitch. I don't like the twinkle in your eyes." your hands twist around the flower-- if it can be called that-- and I laugh a little. My dearest son.
"So hurry." I bid.
"Hurry with what?" You ask, so sharp.
"Don't snarl, dear, it breaks your charm. And keep those nasty, sharp teeth behind your lips. It doesn't do to show the world." I laugh.
"Mother, I'm not listening to you--" You say.
"Nonsense. Get your hands out of your pocket, sweet, and let's get back. I need to get the bread from the oven..."
You sulk, and I smile.
"Other teenagers' parents don't make them help with chores." You say with a snarl, and I laugh again. "Why don't you look at me when I'm talking?"
"Yes, dear...and other children's parents don't make their sons strawberry cookies."
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