It was that time of year again.
Their third birthday's had been a spectacle for sure. It wasn't just their relatives, but people from almost every clan in Konoha. Ino, Shika, Choji, Hinata, Shino, and Kiba among the few many others. Miko had been a perfect mini hostess, and with some softly spoken English to Sasuke, he had wooed even stone hearted Hisahi, the mans eye's softening.
Itachi and Shisui had mostly stuck to the back, mingling with other kids like Hana and Izumi. From the sound of it, they were planning a training session.
The party ended late into the night, Sasuke having already nodded off, with some of the other kids. She blearily waved goodbye to her guests.
A bit after her third birthday was when the fair would be held again and when her father came to her with a question in his gaze, she smiled (almost savagely) because she had some ideas and boy was she ready to share.
The art institue wasn't a institute so much as it was one of the wealthier Uchiha's house, rooms furnished with supplies and the living rooms and basement used for various projects and turned into studios.
It was all rather cool, she thought as they walked into it.
Last year, the police force was the star of the show, this year it would be the Art institute. Akira, whose house this was, was ecstatic. He had known the fair would be soon, he just didn't think he would be able to star in it.
They plotted and plan, Miko next to her fathers side like his most trusted adviser, chirping suggestions like a bird on his shoulder that they then took hold of. By the time of the fair in two weeks everything was ready.
A stand covered in hyper-realistic paintings, a closeup of eyes. It was an amazing piece, more accurate than the primitive cameras they have here. The people had never seen anything like it and were scrambling to get a look. Blue eyes, gray eyes, green eyes, brown eyes, and black eyes, came together to create a unifying piece.
Again, they were the most popular stand. A fair few people had made a bee-line towards them.
Pottery, mostly of cats but also other pieces lined the table. A cat cookie jar. A cat statue, and a tree shaped to hold jewelry. People were allowed to pick up some of the pieces and feel the texture and marvel at the glaze work. The cash register made constant noise with how many had flown off the table.
Did she mention half of the proceedings were going to charity? Well the sign leaning on the front of the tables sure did.
Posters hanging in the background detailed instructions on how to paint, or what wedging was, intriguing people. It made them want to try it themselves. At this, they were directed to the end of one of the tables with two piles of paper. One stack for artists to sign up and directions to make it to the institute, the others leftover forms for the police force.
They had to run and make more copies.
But the star of the show was occupying the entire side of the building, with lights trained on it.
The Hokage mountain was framed by swiftly painted buildings and towering looping trees, training grounds visible and shadings making it look like it was just painted after sunrise-promising a beautiful day. Gasps were heard from some of the people as they recognized it as the painting that had been hanging in the Hokage tower for a year now.
People gasped and stared with mouths open, because every time they looked they found something new, something that they knew from their everyday lives. A light was strategically placed in the lower left-hand corner, highlighting the signature of Akira Uchiha.
It had been her idea, and Fugaku and Akira personally went themselves to request to use it for the fair. Permission was granted. Artists were on stand by to draw quick portraits for a customer, and it was probably one of the most popular things about their stand.
They brought back the buns from last year, along with advertisements for her Aunt and Uncles business. A veteran from the force was there to answer questions.
By the time it was done, it had been even more successful than last year.
But just because this was done, it didn't mean her work was over. She fell asleep on Fugaku's shoulder to the sound of discussions, discussions of how to accommodate the incomers for the police force, and plans of maybe renting a building in the heart of the village for the art institute.