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Poke the Forehead
Full summary: Naruto Uzamaki a little boy living in the alley. His whole life was full of torment and hate, then all of a sudden he meets hope, friends. Sasuke Uchiha, the younger brother of Itachi suffers from pressure. Pressure to suppress his brother and to attain the attention of his father. Sakura Haruno a rich innocent girl, not knowing the real world surrounding her. Her parents consistently working far away from home. Her loneliness only contributes her to find a friend, someone to protect.
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What if you added these 3 kids together?
Results are bound to be endless.
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His blue eyes softly opening, only to see the sight of the cardboard box he was in. He took a deep breath already sniffing his repulsive stench. Eyeing his battered jacket, it was the only one he had. He then blinked a couple times before reaching into his pocket. He still felt it, his eyes relief from curiosity of losing that picture. He pulled it close to him, nearing it to his face to examine it one more time. Its gloss hadn't lost its material yet. He stared at his palm that was partly covered with the paper.
His ears perked hearing a gurgling noise. Either it was outside the box, or it was starved stomach. He hadn't eaten anything for a few days, he felt his stomach ready to eat his guts.
Naruto easily maneuvered out of the box, his small size did come in handy. He watched the streets, today wasn't that crowded. Great how is he going to steal?
Naruto then looked down to his grumbling stomach, wincing a bit from the pain he continued to exit the dirty alley. His eyes uncomfortably shifted through the families that where going to church. Sunday already? He walked toward the west of town, he saw the tall Hokage tower in the north. "How am I ever going to get there?" He pondered himself, he couldn't even enter church.
Slowly stepping on the pavement, he stared at the shiny mirror reflecting him. In the mirror he saw a boy, a dirty little boy. His blonde hair mostly smothered with mud or grease. His face and whole body wasn't wash for a week! He gently traced his tattooed whiskers. He then saw in the mirror a ramen shack! It was those old ones in the days, where you were in this tattered bamboo shack.
Running to the restaurant, he then splat on the seat. He examined the tiny store he was in. He grinned mischievously, the couple left their unfinished ramen. Naruto's whole body enlightened as beef ramen strung the room.
"Anything you like sir?" The worker occupied on setting all the dishware to there compartments. Naruto's stomach grumbled loudly in a reply. The clerk chuckled gently, "I'll get you a new recipe, want to test it?" He clunked more spoons in its original spot.
Naruto stared at the mans back silently. I will not feel it, I will hide this guilt to survive. Survive this cold world.
Quietly tippy toeing to the deserted table, he stop just in front of the leftover bowls half-full of ramen.
Naruto grabbed the large bowl and drained its content to the other bowl. The bowl now steamed at his full content of egg noodles.
Naruto glanced at the man one time, "Thank you."
The old man turned his head around to see the curtains of the door shook and settled. He then averted his eyes toward the empty bowl of ramen, for certain their were two customers that ordered 2 large bowls of ramen.
"THIEF!" He yelled throughout the store.
Naruto slurped the delicious soup warming him up on this chilly day. He ran toward the old park. Sitting on the battered swing set, he continued to engulf the egg noodles and its meat contents.
Plopping down on the grass, he set the empty dish aside ready to be use for a lost puppy. "Yum that was so good!" Ignoring the fact it was leftovers from someone else. He eyed the cloud full sky, its light blue color endlessly spread thoroughly the horizon. He closed his eyes, taking in all his senses to him.
His thick scalp felt the mild wind bristling his hair. The hint of leaves strung his nose. He never felt this relaxed, well partly due to the lunch and the calming atmosphere. He daydreamed about his dream, once again.
He imagined making a legacy of this village. A legacy that this village could be changed into a great and powerful one, accepting from the weak, strong and unwanted. He would accept everyone around him, no matter what. First, he needs to face his challenge and overcome everyone's ill motives.
Naruto mouth let out a loud yawn, as soon his mind black out. He lastly remembered the black-haired boy on the mans shoulders. His eyes, they portrayed something Naruto didn't understand. It wasn't pity, hatred or detest. It was the only expression he received for the first time, surprise. A surprise look that was probably thinking, Why was the officer so cruel?
Naruto now cleared his thoughts and finally recoiled to sleep. Unknowingly a deep part of his tortured heart was tingling in warmth.
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"Ayuuka!" Sakura jumped out of the massive Jacuzzi tub. Her short hair sticking to her face, that was brightly grinning at the maid. "Saku-chan! You still have foam in your hair," Ayuuka chuckled at Sakura's innocence.
"Sakura-chan, want to visit the park?" Ayuuka's gave a tender smile.
"Yes!"
"I thought so," Ayuuka giggled as Sakura jumped in the fluffy towel. Purring at the softness, Sakura was carried toward her room.
Going through various drawers, she finally decided to wear a pale yellow blouse with a dark wash pants and finishing it off with a gray zip-up. Her hair was neatly braided due to Ayuuka's tremendous braiding skills. Sakura now look like a perfectly cleaned 7 year old.
Her small legs ran toward Mr. Tofu's miniature mansion. Tucking Mr. Tofu under her arms, she followed Ayuuka downstairs.
"Naga-kun!" She fled the multiple steps of stairs.
"Sakura-chan!" Nagashi who was on the bottom of the staircase.
Sakura tightened her grip on Mr. Tofu and leaped. Leapt down the stairs. Her small body glided through Nagashi.
"Sakura you know that's dangerous," He chuckled and ruffled her slightly damp hair.
"But! I know your there!" Giggling at the man that carried her towards the kitchen.
Once they entered the grand kitchen, she set Mr. Tofu on his own spot in the dining table. Sakura watched Nagashi and Ayuuka weave through each other. They were rhythmically cooking while setting the rest of the breakfast.
Sakura's eyes sparkled at the couple. "How cute, Naga-kun and Ayuu-chan!"
Both heads turned, and both had a faint blush tainting their cheeks.
"W-what would you like to eat?" Nagashi manage to stumble some words.
"French Toast!" Smiling as she ran out of the room.
"Did she forget to bring it?"
"Yes" Nagashi turned to the new batch of ingredients, waiting for him to mix.
"Tragic," Ayuuka continued to chopped some fruits, but her movements where lacking.
"Ayuuka, not now. She needs us to be here," Nagashi avoided Ayuuka's angry felt eyes.
I know.
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"Mom! Where'd Itachi go?" Sasuke ramming toward his mothers back, with delicate speed. Mikoto turned around to see her son huffing for breath. "Sasuke-chan, what would you want to eat?"
"Rice balls. Where he go mom?" His eyes pleaded full of innocence.
Mikoto's smile twitch, not that. Anything but that, Sasuke. Small beads of sweat trickled down the sides of her forehead.
"Sasuke," Her eyes closed with her apparent smile.
"Mommy," His eyes grew more bigger, and his pale hands tugging at her apron.
Puppy Dog Style 1 :
Name: Mikoto Uchiha
Age: 32
User: Sasuke Uchiha
"Awwh! So adorable!" Mikoto's eyes opened full of sparkles. She pinched both sides of Sasuke's cheeks and mush until his face was making a fish face. "Mom!" Sasuke slurred the words, due to his mom's hands on his hurting cheeks.
"He went to a mission," She hugged Sasuke. Sasuke felt his mom's warm stomach. The smell of her scent ran through his nose, Jasmine.
Her eyes stared at his abnormal hair style, his back of his head just shaking. I'm sorry, Sasuke. She tugged him closer, to make him forget it. To forget the one person that can break his heart.
"Sasuke, would you like to go out with me today?" Sasuke backed away to see his mother's questionably stare at him. "Yes!" He smiled, hugging the warm body again.
"I'm going to get clean mom!" Sasuke shouted before he bolted through the stairs. Mikoto only smiled at the vanishing little figure, her eyes saddened once she heard the door shut. "How long are you going to stand there, honey?" Her fingers continued to arrange the tomatoes.
"Long enough," A deep voice shuffled out of the door. His strong protruding eyes, softened watching his wife.
The room was filled with the only sound of the knife, hitting the board gently. The ripe tomatoes slightly sliding as the knife pass through it. "You should lower your standards," Finally the silence was broken.
"No, he needs to learn," Fugaku sat toward the chair.
"Your hurting him," Mikoto sliced more tomatoes with a incline of strength into them.
"I know, but its necessary," His eyes glanced at her long figure, she was shaking. "Then why did you lower your standards around me?" Her voice gently whispered, turning her head to watch the man of her life.
Fugaku's eyes caught her hurt filled ones. Using his hands to support him up, he slowly walked towards his wife. Her black eyes never leaving his light gray orbs. His rough exterior pressed to her slim figure. "Mikoto," He whispered through the back of her neck.
"Please, let Sasuke have a normal life," Her head turned to continue chopping the tomatoes.
"I can't, its not for me. Its for Sasuke, and the clan," Fugaku arms tightened around her waist. He felt her body tense as the words flowed through his mouth. "Fugaku, you are hurting our sons."
"Ow!" Mikoto wrapped her palm around her forefinger. "Let me see," Fugaku turned her body to face him. He reach toward her palm, moving it away, he saw the tiny cut that leaked her blood. His eyes then stared at hers. Her black orbs showing the strongest emotions.
Her happy face saddened, and her plump lips whispered.
"It hurts me to"
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The medium-size room was filled with fog. Not completely, but the ceiling was dancing with fog. Sasuke ducked into the giant wooden bathtub. His face felt the warm water rest with his entire body. Letting his body relax, he forgot all his troubles. Finally, needing to get more air, he popped his head up.
He stared at the various shampoo's and conditioners in a neat organize way on the shelves. He glanced at his mom's scented once to Itachi's frizz control. Then his eyes turned toward the sink, his mom had set Itachi's and his toothbrush on this nice little cup.
Itachi and him shared the bathroom. However, Sasuke gets the bathtub while Itachi would get the shower. Sasuke closed his eyes, as he remembered the time he use his shower.
The stench that filled the insides of the shower, the blood that Itachi would rub away on his skin. Even if his mother cleaned it multiple times in a row. Sasuke knew, the blood would always be in that shower. The various different types of blood that clunged to Itachi's skin as he killed his opponents.
"Itachi," He opened his eyes, conveying the tears that flooded his eyes.
Suddenly, soft knocks on the door interrupted his thought of mind. "Sasuke, hurry or I'm going to leave you soon," His mother's voiced muffled through the door.
Sasuke got up and covered himself with the large blue towel. Walking towards the door, he quickly glance at the large shower, with it's glass door barricading the inner part of it. Sasuke lingered a bit, when he could slightly see the leftover blood.
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"Sakura! Slow down!" Ayuuka breathlessly ran toward the young girl. Her figure still dashing, and every once in a while would turn to wave her tiny arm.
Her body turned once again, one arm held Mr. Tofu and the other was waving frantically at Ayuuka.
Ayuuka glanced at her surroundings, it's getting to crowded. More people were walking on the bustling streets. The roads were crowding to the merchants with various items from around the lands.
"Sakura!" Ayuuka screamed as she saw the young girl get lost in the mass of people.
"Sakura!" She screamed again, trying to weave against all the people.
"Hey watch it"
"Watch out"
"Look where your going!"
Ayuuka avoided the rants, and sprinted towards Sakura's vanished spot. Her eyes plunge to a different direction when some item attracted her eye. In the corner of her eye, was-
"Look out!" Ayuuka head spun, as she saw one merchant dangled pots that were stack on top of each other. Ayuuka's eyes widened and focused on the pottery that was slowly falling onto her.
"Sakura!"
Sakura's head turned and spinning around to find the voice that called her name. "Ayuuka-chan!" Her tiny voiced wouldn't penetrate through the noisy merchants.
"Ayuuka-chan! Mr. Tofu!" Her eyes watered looking at her hand that dropped Mr. Tofu. Merchants noticed the wailing girl and ignored her while carrying their goods to the villagers.
She then saw a thick wooden pole, Maybe if I climb it I can see Ayuuka-chan!
Sakura tiny body easily escape the crowded area. Once she saw the deserted pole, she stared at the tall giant. How was she going to climb this?
Glancing at the crowd, she shook her head and her eyes flooded with determination.
"For Ayuuka-chan! And Mr. Tofu!" she used her forest green sweater to wrapped it around the wooden pole, while she gripped the sleeves. Slowly gripping up, she managed to go 15 feet up.
Sakura surveyed the grown, and her legs buckled. Its so high! Shaking her head of the thoughts, she continued onward.
"Hey girly! What are you doing up there?"
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Nagashi continued to wash the pile of plates in the sink. He stared at the shining counter that was messily covered with powder and other ingredients. Sighing to himself, Maybe I should of let Ayuuka clean.
Nagashi piled the clean plates in the dishwasher to dry. He then turned to the table and looked at the two framed pictures. One frame showed a woman. She was very beautiful, her heart shape face and pointed chin illuminated with her shining silver hair. Her eyes were well painted with makeup that made her light jade eyes pop. Her silver hair was straight and light reflected upon it.
The next picture was a ruffled man. His tousled waves were neatly combed to the left giving him that authority look. His eyes were a dark hazel, that had large hints of emerald green. His strong jaw was tilted due to his lopsided grin. His grin and the hue of his color, maroon. It gave him a playful father attire, that was covered in business clothes.
Nagashi sighed at the pictures of Sakura's parents. He glanced at the gold trimming and the plated words on them. Hikaru Haruno and Misaki Haruno.
Nagashi touched the frames, and he picked them up and walked toward the grand master room. He placed the frames on the bed and walk toward the dresser. Opening the drawer, it was still full of high quality clothing. Searching under, he found it. It was another frame identical to the other two.
This one had a young 5 year old girl, with rosette hair. Her emerald eyes gleamed and her childish cheeks were tinted with pink. Her large forehead was clearly seen, when her bangs were clipped to the side, making her pout in the picture. He then looked at the plated name, Sakura Haruno.
Nagashi walked toward the grand bed and placed the picture between the two. Sighing at the pictures, his mind flickered back to his duty.
"Time to clean," He slightly smiled and headed to the various rooms of the mansion.
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"Miss are you okay?"
"Ma'm"
"Miss!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Ayuuka's burning hazel eyes glared at the group that surrounded her. Most of the faces held surprise look or annoyance.
Her headache was piercing, her ankle was worse than her headache, and these damn merchants are inferior combined those to.
Her body was sprawled on the dirty side walk, seeing some blood that trailed to a spot where she got 'hit'.
Ayuuka scanned her surroundings, no pink hair anywhere.
"Are you okay?" A hoarse voiced broke the whispers from the crowd. Ayuuka examined the man that was carrying various scrolls on his back, with a traditional head protector on his head.
"Yes," Ayuuka tried sitting up but her ankle let loose on her weight.
"Augh."
"I believe you sprained your ankle," He tossed his scrolls at his teammate guessing that he wore the same outfit. A olive vest that overlaid a black long sleeve. Also wearing black saggy pant with several pouches attach to them. Ninjas
The man bent down to examine the swollen ankle, and various bruises and cuts. Ayuuka groaned, and rolled up her dark gray pants. Her chocolate brown skin that would radiate with glow, was swollen red on her ankle.
"Yes, you sprained it," Applying a pressure to it that made her clench her teeth in pain. Treating it with bandages and other supplies she felt the pain relieved.
The once crowded area was disperse as soon as his teammate shoved them off.
"What's your name?" The man stuffed his supplies away.
"Ayuuka," She glanced around hoping for a young girl to spot her.
"I'm Imoko," he placed his hand outward in front of her. Gently grabbing it she stood up mostly balanced on her left ankle.
"Thank you Imoko," She bowed and hurriedly limped toward the busy market.
"Lets go, Hokage is waiting," His teammate quickly disappeared. Imoko nodded and followed him.
Ayuuka winced at her ankle, it was still swollen but Sakura was far more important. She glanced at the various shops trying to recall for memories from the events.
Following the trail of her blood, she shoved some people to pass through.
Then it caught her eye, the pile of broken beige pottery around a man who gently cleaned it. Carefully limping towards the man, she knelt beside him helping him pick up the mess.
"You!" His eyes turned to her hazel orbs. "Are you okay?" His voice genuinely concerned.
"Yes, and I'm sorry for your pots," She then scurried next to the various pots.
"It's okay, but are you sure your okay? The pots landed pretty hard on you," His eyes traveled down to her ankle that was visibly wrapped.
"It was an accident, and my wound is already treated," she smiled at him.
The man nodded and continue to pick up the broken pots. "How much were there?" She questioned him.
"34"
"How much are each?"
"About $12," He looked up at her questionably, thinking where this was conversation was leading to.
"Here," She scrambled her hand in the batter tan bag. Pulling out a grand sum of money his mouth gape.
He reached toward the money and then surprised to see the woman leaving away in the crowd. He stared at his pots and then toward the money. One by one he counted, 84, 126, 168, 210. . 750!
He stared at the money, and remembered her attire. "How in the world did she get this much money?" Remembering her pale blue shirt faded, and her gray pants. She was below a commoner.
Ayuuka sighed, and re-did her bun. Her curly black hair was bouncing on her back. Re-doing her hair in a tight bun, she scanned the merchants that were busily trying to sell scrolls, vegetables, or other objects.
Ayuuka's mind flashed towards Sakura's well being. "Sakura!" She screamed through the crowd ignoring everyone's questioning gaze.
Sakura, please, please be okay.
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"Hey girly! What are you doing up there?" A loud voiced yelled at the bottom of the pole.
Sakura remembering the view from up there, refuse to look down.
"I'm looking for someone!" Sakura yelled back down, her head focused on the crowd attempting to find Ayuuka.
The man stared at tiny girl climbing the 20 foot pole. "Eh," His voice full of a surprise tone. Placing an amount of chakra to his feet and hands he climbed the wooden pole.
Once he was leveled with the Sakura his eyes held a different expression then his cheery face did. "Eh! What if you fell?" His voiced dripped with danger. Sakura shining eyes fell into horror when his large hands gripped on her tiny ankle. "AHH!" As he flinged Sakura down.
"Sasuke-kun!" His mother pointed at a vending shop full of staple crops.
Sasuke nodded, and followed his mother behind her. Both of their cloths embellish with the Uchiha fan. A clan that would hold their head up in dignity and power.
Sasuke stumbled a bit when he bumped into his mother's back. Sasuke stared up at his mother, who just chuckled at him and continued picking up various ripe fruit and vegetables.
Sasuke walked ahead exploring the shop that was slightly full of customers. His eyes wandered toward a wall full of papers clipped together and messily stuck on.
His dark eyes wandered toward the white ones employing for jobs, then slightly above a sale for oranges. He looked at the rustic copper and the heading that was bolded for emphasis. WANTED: Naruto
Who's Naruto? Sasuke thought to himself, until his gazed on the picture. It was a picture of the crazy boy in the library! Sasuke eyes analyze the boy's picture. "That's him."
"Oh, you know that boy?" A man said behind a counter. Sasuke looked at the man who was growing a long gray beard. Sasuke nodded and continued to stare at the picture.
"Did you know he's a demon?" The man wiped the glass counter, from customer's smudges.
"A w-what?"
"A demon," His eyes fastened on Sasuke's curious eyes.
"Ahem," a tiny coughed stop the two conversation the topic. "Please do not put any ill ideas in my son," Mikoto's cheery smile plastered on her smooth face. Her eyes closed to hide the anger in her eyes.
"S-sorr-ry," the man turned around and covered his blush from the lovely woman.
"Sasuke-chan, lets go," Mikoto handed a slightly heavy bag to Sasuke. Sasuke blushed at his nickname when he heard the man behind the counter stifled some chuckles.
Walking out the to the array of stores, he stared at the puffy clouds that slowly descended to the western area. His mind drifted to his brother, Itachi.
Where are you?
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"What the hell was that?!" a low suppressed growl was heard.
The man that was still on the wooden pole started to shiver in terror. "Erm, I was just goofing around, I was intending to catch her. Before you came," His eyes stared into a blood red sharingan. His voiced held low but able to understand in the ears of a Uchiha.
The man's piercing eyes narrowed, his eyes then softened when he saw the girl that was pass out in his arms.
"Fushima, come now," His voiced hissed at the ending.
Fushima tensed and allowed himself to slide down. Slowly walking toward his team captain, his eyes stared at the petite figure, avoiding the brutal orbs that was piercing him.
"Now, explain what the hell happened?"
"I-Itachi-dono, I was merely taking a walk ready to find Imoko-kun but I saw her climbing that pole. Then I decided to climb up in case she fell. Feeling the urge to train being a sempai one day, I decided to throw her. Well, to make her know the risk." Itachi eyes narrowed, he had never met anyone that can talk that fast and sweat heaps of sweat.
Itachi mouth twitched but closed, he had wasted enough of his breath for him.
"Report to Hokage about our successful mission, tell her I am helping a civilian." Itachi got up from his kneeling position and carried Sakura.
Fushima nodded his head away, almost ready to fall of any minute. His body swiftly turned around ready to bolt before Itachi murmured, "I better not see this again," With a quick flick of a finger, multiple kunais barely miss him.
Fushima who struggled to use his voice box, just froze and watched Itachi walked away with the rosette girl.
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