So far, everything was going according to plan.
Under the guise of a innocent two year old, she had wrapped almost the entire clan around her pinkie finger. Most notably her father.
A perfect example being the fair from a couple weeks ago. The fair was an important event in Konoha, and being allowed a part in it was considered an honor and you needed to be screened to be chosen.
She had cried in her mothers arms, demanding her 'Tou tou' and when she had started whinging high-pitched, Mikoto had caved and handed her over. Miko then refused to be let go.
And thus, Fugaku carried her into the room with the awaiting screeners, sniffling in her fathers arms. The point blank surprise on their faces was amusing, and she had giggled cutely.
And with her scrunched up pink nose, chubby pink cheeks, curly hair up in loose pig-tails, wide dark eyes, and matching pink onesie, she saw all the hearts collectively melt.
Getting the spot at the festival-fair whatever, had been a lot easier than it should have been because of her.
Fugaku wasted no time. Still carrying her, he told Mikoto to visit all the Uchiha civilians, especially their aunt and uncle bakers, to set up a food stand. He purposely picked the most 'kind-hearted' Uchiha, and what better people for a festival mostly for civilians than actual civilians? Contrary to popular belief, a solid minority of the Uchiha were civilians. Being a part of the clan didn't inherently mean you would get the Sharingan, or even be a good ninja. There was always the chance of being crippled.
The clan elders naturally protested, saying it was beneath them to celebrate or whatever, but they surprisingly shut up when she waddled and smiled cutely (almost threateningly), sitting on their laps.
They were full of shit, but so was she.
Smirking, Fugaku had plowed onwards, taking their permission from them and escorting them generously from the house. Carrying her.
She wriggled.
He held her up to eye level and she then proceeded to expand her very, very small vocabulary.
"Po-ice." She burbled, eyebrows scrunched up in concentration.
As the head of the police force, which was mostly compromised of Uchiha, he was able to gather everyone up for a office meeting. He asked for volunteers, and then veterans who would be able to explains how the force works, and how they protect the people.
Soon they had a set set up consisting of DNA analysis, real examples of solved cases the people could try to solve themselves, and most importantly, applications for internships. If someone who wasn't a Uchiha was qualified, they would be picked up. This garnered protests, but a teary-eyed looked later and most were silenced. Most even began to see this as a good thing-doing their jobs as police was hard without the trust of the people they were trying to protect.
It was a smashing success.
At first, people had been wary to approach, and there had been a clear circle around their giant stand.
Then the food arrived.
The smell of their excellent cooking wafted through the dusky air around dinner time, and they could hear the hungry bellies. The fact that it was for free(for the most part) nearly caused a stampede. People munched on buns while reading up the history of the force, exclaiming aloud when they found out something they hadn't known before. Like the fact it had been gifted to them by lord second.
They had laughed and crowed triumphantly when trying to solve the cases, and had either passed with a disbelieving scoff, or a considering glance at the application. Some had even picked them up.
Other clan shinobi came over, most notably from the Ino-Shika-Cho group. Mostly to commend them on their display.
Miko had purposefully positioned herself and Sasuke in the front, playing cutely to disarm and relax the spectators. And if the coo's were anything to go by, it was working.
And then Lord Third came.
The crowds parted like the red sea, each bowing and murmuring their respects. He stopped in front of the table, picking up a bun.
Everyone watched with baited breath.
At his pleased hum, the entirety of the Uchiha released their breaths.
Lord Third then winked at her and Sasuke, said a few words of praise to Fugaku, and walked off.
They were the most popular stand that night, promising a return next time, whenever that may be.