Shisui looked over at the sleeping blonde. He didn't understand. He really didn't understand. Sure, the Uzumaki kid was more or less adorable, and okay, yeah, he took advantage of the boy's deep sleep to gleefully ruffle those spiky blonde locks, but Shisui really couldn't much of the attraction. What was so appealing or special about Uzumaki Naruto- beyond his status as the resident jinchuuriki- that caused his apathetic younger cousin to visit him in the dead of night.

As far as Shisui knew, Itachi wasn't attracted to guys. Actually, Shisui doubted that the Uchiha prodigy was really attracted to anyone. The only person that Itachi was emotionally invested in- beyond Shisui himself, of course- was Sasuke.

Only now, this blonde midget seemed to have snagged Itachi's interest. And since Shisui knew that Itachi wasn't a pedophile- his little brother complex was only vaguely suspicious- there was only one logical reason for the genius to sneak into Naruto's apartment.

Ten minutes later, and Shisui still couldn't find a single box of pocky in the entire damn apartment.

Shisui was eyeing Naruto's underwear drawer with a contemplative look on his face, when the object of his interest woke up.

"Hello," Naruto yawned, and lazily pushed himself up so he could comfortable rest against his bed's headboard, "Are you going to give me a hug?"

Shisui stared at the boy, confused. "You… want me to give you a hug?"

Naruto shrugged. "The other red-eyed man dragged me out to cuddle." Of course, the blonde was referring to Obito, but as far as Shisui knew, Itachi was the only other Uchiha to drop by in Naruto's apartment.

"Cuddle?" Shisui repeated, dumbly. He was Shisui no Shunshin (Shisui of the Body Flicker). He was powerful and skilled. He was a respected member of the elite Uchiha Clan. He was so, so confused.

Once again, Shisui flitted his eyes over the blonde, with his mind racing furiously. What was so special about him? Soft, distinct blonde hair, lightly golden skin, and blue eyes that were- well, just short of mesmerizing. Shisui felt that he could understand his cousin's decision a little bit as he looked into Naruto's eyes. They were so bright and expressive. Uchiha's were very skilled at reading emotions in eyes, but these blue irises were so remarkably open- a civilian's innocence in a shinobi's gaze- that you did not have to be trained to interpret them.

They were also shockingly familiar. Shisui may have only been seven at the time, but he could never forget a similar pair of determined blue eyes. The blue eyes, the blonde hair, the demon- oh fuckfuckfuck, Itachi was molesting the Yondaime's son!

It took Shisui approximately 42 seconds to analyze and determine this undoubtedly S-ranked secret. Clearly, the combination of shock, curiosity, and genius worked wonders.

"Naruto," Shisui began, clearing his throat, "Did- ah, that monst- man touch you in any other way?" Naruto looked understandably confused.

"No, he just hugged me," the boy informed the Uchiha.

Shisui sighed in relief. Itachi still had a chance for redemption.

"But he kept calling me 'chibi-mine'," Naruto continued. Or maybe not.

Shisui cursed his damn nosiness as he hesitantly made his way to the blonde. Itachi was his favorite cousin and best friend; Shisui really didn't want to bring him up on charges of child molestation. Yet Naruto was just a little kid (Sasuke's age!), and Shisui was morally obliged to protect him. Never mind the fact that he was the YONDAIME'S SON!

Besides, if Itachi was secretly molesting children, then who knows what other deviant behavior could he have gotten up to?

Stupid Itachi. Stupid, perverted Itachi who couldn't control his own hormones. What was Shisui supposed to do now?

As the genius Uchiha's mind worked feverishly to procure a satisfactory route of action, Naruto brought his mind to a screeching halt.

"He keeps making me call him my nii-san," the boy added, "We're not even related, but he gets all snappish when you tell him that."

Shisui felt his heart stop, somersault, and then finally start beating again. His heart soared. Itachi wasn't a pervert or a pocky thief! His cousin just needed another worshipper for his little brother complex. Personally, Shisui believed that Sasuke's adulation was more than enough, but if Itachi's obsession wanted to branch out, then who was he to stop the young genius?

Crisis resolved, Shisui's playful side came out, and he bounced over to the little blonde. He still had a few hours left until Naruto's change of guard would come over to dispel the genjutsu-induced sleep of the ANBU, so why not make the best of it?

After all, this WAS the Yondaime's son, and Shisui had some time to kill.

"Hey kid, do you want me to teach you how to throw shuriken?" Shisui grinned when the blonde's eyes lit up, "By the way, the name's Shisui. But I want you to call me… aniki."

At the blonde's nod, his smile widened. Perhaps there was something to this little brother complex after all.

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Right, so that's roughly half the story typed up and posted in one day. I've already written out the other half this morning, so all I have to do is type it up and submit it soon. The latest this story could possibly be finished by is next Friday, though hopefully I can get it done during the weekend. Hopefully, the readers of my regular stories won't mind this momentary deviation from my main literary focus; I just needed something spontaneous and new to break through the writer's block that had been developing over a few weeks.

This story is pretty short, but I also think it's kinda unique and interesting. I hope anyone else who reads this will share in that opinion.