Disclaimor: I don't own
Naruto.
A/N: I got inspired to
write this story when i heard the song "I saw Mommy kissing Santa
Claus", for about the hundreth time at work.
The Truth About Itachi!
“Hahahahaha!” The young
fourteen-year-old Uchiha laughed as he walked into his clan home. He could see
all the Christmas decorations hung up all around the clan house.
“Aniki?”, mumbled the
younger, eight-year-old, form, right next to the older one. Itachi looked down
to look at his younger brother’s smiling face. “Do you think Santa will come?”
Itachi stared at his
younger brother for a few moments before quickly smiling at him, closing his
eyes as he laughed, “Of course he will! Has Santa ever NOT come!”, laughed the
older boy as he thought about the big man in red. Sasuke smiled up at his older
brother as they both walked towards their father.
---Sasuke POV---
Fugaku smiled at his eldest
son, “Itachi, have you been a good boy this year?”
Sasuke sighed as Itachi
answered his father’s question; it was obvious to anyone with half a brain that
Itachi was their father’s favorite. ‘Even though father has been questioning
Aniki’s odd behavior for a while now.’
Sasuke sighed as their
father turned to him.
---Itachi POV---
Fugaku smiled at his eldest
son, “Itachi, have you been a good boy this year?”
Itachi smiled, “Of course
father.” ‘Of course, that doesn’t include the time I accidentally drowned
Shisui, but neither father nor Santa needs to know that.’ Itachi quickly added
mentally. It was true, like most Uchiha before they hit the age of eighteen,
Itachi still believed in jolly old Saint Nick. Itachi sighed thinking of the
thing he wanted most, ‘My very own Sixty-second Pocky Maker. Damn things
are sold out everywhere in the village.’ But the young Uchiha had faith that
Santa Claus would come through for him…as long as the old man didn’t know the
truth of Shisui’s suicide, ‘How could he know…I’ve killed hundreds of
people without anyone having a clue to my identity, surely Santa might have been
preoccupied with something else during Shisui’s death. Besides, it isn’t like
it was my entire fault…what kind of idiot, not to mention sick
bastard, dresses up like Orochimaru for Halloween.’, Itachi thought to himself.
Fugaku turned to Sasuke
---Omni POV---
Fugaku turned to his
youngest son. “And you will still be out late Christmas Eve? Correct?”
Sasuke nodded, “Yes
father.”
Fugaku nodded sternly, “Go
to bed promptly when you get home, or else Santa might not bring you any
gifts.”
Sasuke’s eyes widened as he
nodded fiercely, “I WILL! I WILL!”
Fugaku nodded, “Go wash up
for dinner.”
Sasuke and Itachi nodded as
they entered the house.
---Sasuke’s room---
Sasuke sighed as Itachi
tucked him into his queen-sized bed. “Aniki, I wish I could see Santa…”
Itachi’s eyes widened
slightly, before turning away from his brother.
“If I wasn’t forced to go
to school on Christmas Eve…I would set a trap for him and catch him…”
Itachi had a million idea’s
roaming through his head, after a moment he turned to look at his younger
brother, “Don’t worry…I’ll do it for you…”
Sasuke beamed at his
brother, “YOU WILL!”
“Shhhhhh!” the older boy
shushed his younger brother, but nodded, “I will, and I won’t let him leave
until you get home.”
Sasuke smiled, “Thank you
aniki.”
Itachi nodded as he patted
his brother on the head and left the room.
---Fugaku and Mikoto’s
room---
“OH DARLING! The kid’s will
love it!” smiled the wife of the clan head, as she lay next to her husband on
their bed.
Fugaku nodded, “I know! I
have no idea why I didn’t think of it before. I’ll just wait downstairs,
completely dressed up like Santa, when Sasuke comes in later that night, he’ll
start screaming so hard that it’ll wake all the children up. And then I’ll
start handing out the gifts.”
Mikoto kissed her husband
on the cheek before curling up right next to him.
---The next day,
Christmas Eve, 11:23 pm---
Itachi cracked open his
eye, as he jumped out of bed. He knew almost everyone would be asleep by now,
waiting for a visit from Santa. ‘I’ll catch Santa, after he unloads all our
presents of course, and then leave him their for Sasuke to see…’ Itachi mused
as he snuck out of his bedroom, still wearing his ANBU uniform, and having his
equipment with him, from the training he did earlier that day.
Itachi quickly started
sneaking through the house, rushing through to the room that held the giant
Christmas tree.
Itachi stopped only inches
away from the doorway, which would lead him to the tree. ‘It’s opened?’ Itachi
thought as he edged forward slightly, ‘I don’t have time to set the trap…I’ll
have to catch him the old fashion way.’ Itachi crept to the crack in the
doorway and looked through it, only to have his heart stop. Their was Santa,
ASSAULTING HIS MOTHER!
Or what looked like Santa
assaulting his mother, in the eyes of a mentally immature teenager. The truth
was, ‘Santa’ had Mikoto pressed against the wall, and they were both making
out.
A second was all Itachi
needed, as he blasted his way through the door, and right behind ‘Santa’; and
before the two adults could even react to the sound of the door bursting behind
them, Itachi’s knee connected with ‘Santa’s’ jingle balls.
Fugaku’s eyes widened, as
he clenched his teeth in reaction, piercing his wife’s lips, causing her to
shriek in pain, as her husband slowly went to the floor.
Itachi’s eyes widened as he
saw blood coming out of his mother’s lips, as she clutched them, crying her
eyes out. He glared at ‘Santa’, who was curled up in a little ball on the
floor, “YOU BASTARD!” Screamed the young man, as he grabbed his ANBU katana and
brought it down upon ‘Santa’s’ heart, ending the man’s life.
Mikoto’s eyes widened,
“FUGAKU!” she screamed, spitting blood at the same time, as she launched
herself at her husband, ripping off his fake white beard. She clutched his
chest as she started crying.
Itachi’s eyes widened… “F-f-f-f-ather…”
Millions of thoughts ran
through Itachi’s mind…
Conversations with his
father…
His mother…
His brother…
It took him a full minute
before the horrible truth came to him… “THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS SANTA!” He
yelled loud enough to wake the whole clan.
Mikoto, teary eyed, turned
to Itachi… “Honey…Santa…is…just a thing….adults…make…up for…children…for fun…” She
said between weeps, only answering her son because of the slight tinge of fear
she had.
Itachi glared at her, “FUN!
WHAT ABOUT THE KYUUBI-GRINCH, THE TOOTHFAIRY, THE EVIL SNAKE RAPIST-”
The second he said that,
somewhere far, far away, a pale snake summoner sneezed.
“-ARE ANY OF THEM REAL!”
Mikoto slightly shook her
head at her son…it would be the last thing she would do, as a kunai pierced her
heart.
Itachi glared at both of
his now deceased parents. He heard one of the other door’s burst open. He
turned to see a few of his adults of his clan staring at him wide eye. “Itachi
what-”
He didn’t finish, as Itachi
cut him with a battle cry of, “YOU LIAR’S!!!”
---Midnight---
At midnight on the dot,
Sasuke was standing in front of the main room of the Uchiha clan, the one with
the, now burned down, Christmas tree. He could see blood everywhere. He could
also see his older brother, standing over the bodies of his Mother and Father. Sasuke,
teary eyed, turned and ran out the door.
Itachi sighed, as he
disappeared. Itachi quickly caught up to his younger brother.
Sasuke’s eyes widened as he
saw Itachi appear in front of him, “DON’T KILL ME!”, he pleaded.
Itachi sighed, “You have
every right to hate me Sasuke…in fact that might help you out later. Keep
hating me…and obtain the Mangekyo Sharingan; you’ll have to kill your best
friend to do so. But if you do this…you will be able to avenge our parents…and
our clan. But first…I want you to see this…” Muttered the older Uchiha as he
activated his Mangekyo Sharingan. “Tsukuyomi!” ‘With this…I’ll show
Sasuke, what happened when I spoke with mother.’
Sasuke’s eyes widened as he
clutched his head, screaming in pain, “AAHHHHHHHH!”, he continued shrieking as
images of the people of his clan dieing kept rushing through his mind.
Itachi’s eyes widened,
‘Oooops…wrong memory…better fix that-” Itachi paused as he heard multiple ninja
coming his way, ‘Or maybe I should just leave…’
Itachi thought as he
disappeared.
---Four Years later---
Sasuke sighed as he walked
into his team’s training grounds. He couldn’t see any of his teammates
anywhere…
“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” yelled
three people, in perfect sync, right behind Sasuke.
The boy in question jumped
at the sound, as he turned to see his three teammates, all wearing Christmas
hats.
Sasuke’s eye twitched as he
walked away…
Naruto glared at Sasuke’s
back, “Hey Teme! Where the hell are you going!”
Sasuke turned to Naruto,
“SHUT THE HELL UP DOBE! WHY DON’T YOU GO CRY ABOUT HOW YOUR GOING TO BE HOKAGE
ONE DAY!” He turned to Sakura, “AND YOU, WHY DON’T YOU STOP BITCHING ABOUT
GETTING A DATE WITH ME, AND ACTUALLY TRAIN!” He turned to Kakashi, “AND YOU!
WHY DON’T YOU STOP READING THOSE DAMN PERVERTED BOOKS AND GETTING A FREAKING
GIRLFRIEND!” With that Sasuke turned and walked away, leaving three stunned
ninja.
---Somewhere far away---
Kisame and Itachi, were
walking down the side of the road, heading about to reach a small village. Kisame
was looking at a map in his hand, as Itachi was looking at the clouds.
The second they entered the
village, Itachi saw something which made his blood go cold, as he pulled out a
kunai, and glared at the figure. The one dressed in red, sitting in the village
square, with children lined up to sit on his lap.
Kisame sighed, “I think we
might be in the village of Junon-” He was cut off.
“Come here FAT MAN!”
Kisame turned to see Itachi
stalking off towards the Santa, kunai in hand. He sighed, “DAMN IT ITACHI! This
is the fourth time this week!”
A/N: If you like my one-shots...please review.
Oh and Happy Holiday's
everyone.