The Sitter
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male › Naruto/Sasuke
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,366
Reviews:
33
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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I don't own or profit from Naruto in any way. Nearly put out my eye with that ninjutsu game toy. -.-
G.P.S.
“I’m assuming that you have not yet arrived at the rendezvous point, little brother.”
“Gee, what was your first clue?” Came the irate response, followed by the sound of bangs being blown from his brother’s line of sight. “I can only hope that your upbringing was not so lax as to allow you to call me in the middle of your date. Unless, of course, you wished to ‘use your lifeline’, as they say.” A brief, very un-Uchiha-like growling sound, then, “My, how quickly you assume that you would be said lifeline.” “I do not assume. I know. My qualifications far exceed those of your…friends.” At least they’re not rabid, weasel-boy. Sasuke chose to remain silent. “Case in point, I am married, your friends scare away anything with a pulse. I saw Juugo’s criminal record, remember? I’m his lawyer. Let’s not even mention Jaws.” “His name is Suigetsu.” Sasuke bit out in something dangerously close to a pout. “Of course. And the girl with the surgical fixation is Karin. Now that we’ve completed our review, may I ask why you did call, if not to tap into my vast dating knowledge banks?” A nearly inaudible sigh, “Did you know that there are three different restaurants with ‘Ichijouji’ in their title near Leaf Group’s HQ?” “’Ichijouji’, you said?” Itachi shifted in his seat with a soft groan, setting down his papers and removing his reading glasses, “That would explain the situation.” “Oh, good. I was afraid I would have to kill one of the neighborhood children soon.” “To think I let you near my son.” “Your son doesn’t ask me inane questions about ducks. Some little brat with goggles and his two midget friends keep running up to ask me if I want to buy one.” “I encourage you not to threaten the local wildlife en route to your date, Sasuke, as this would further prove your ill upbringing, and thus reflect poorly upon our family.” “Woe be.” “Put your finger down. …Also, I believe there is a simple solution to your predicament.” “Oh, please to enlighten, sifu.” He could almost see Sasuke rolling his eyes as he pulled his middle finger back down. “You’ve been looking for the wrong restaurant. The correct name is ‘Ichiraku’.” “…’Ichiraku’.” “That is correct. You have seen it?” “’Ichiraku’ is not a restaurant.” “Aa. Kakashi did mention that the place was a bit of a hole in the wall, as establishments go.” “Brother, you don’t understand. That place is not a restaurant. It’s a health code violation.” “It’s a ramen stand, Sasuke. Not a trap.” “Look. I’m standing across from it now. Shall I tell you what I see? Kitschy orange paper lanterns and an overhang that could fall at any given moment and—and those damned kids are back aga—I DO NOT want to buy a duck!” Itachi couldn’t help but snirk. And his brother thought he had no childcare expertise. “Were I you, I would not keep my date waiting any longer. Enjoy your dinner, Sasuke.” A frustrated scream was all that met him as the call was terminated. He glanced up at the soft creak of the wooden floor, a tiny smile rising at the sight of Kazue’s tiny face poking into his study. “Papa…unka doin’ good? Mommy says he get ‘aid!” The five-year-old grinned sweetly, offering a double thumbs-up while maintaining a firm hold on his blankie. Itachi threw his head back, and laughed.A/N: Date not yet, methinks. But don't worry, the next few chapters are already written. :3