✿ | | gentlematriarch came back home | | ✿

     —Hearing the mild creek of the front door opening up, the little boy jumped to his feet, departing from the comfy couch he had been laying upon, bored, for quite some time now. He had been left at home, with not much to do, and was over the moon at the idea of aniki coming back early from his mission.

    With his little feed tapping away at the wooden floor boards, the boy approached the door, to be greeted with the warm smile of his dear mother. Honestly, at first, the boy felt a bit down that it wasn’t Itachi, passing through that door; but he always loved being able to get hugs from his mum, and always did feel more cheerful in her presence, too.

             "—Oh! Okaa-san!" he chirped, looking over to the bags in her hands.

   "Ano… what do you have in there? Do you need help?" his voice was full of life, and hope, as his black pearls sparkled up at the woman—he was always wanting to help, he always loved helping.

vermilionstains-deactivated2013 asked:

{/pinches his cheeks} " So adorable."

     "iie, nii-san!" the boy squeaked, with his normally milky skin taking on a more rosy colour—under the other’s pinch. A pout spread, on his lips, in a fluster, as he then cried out, in protest, "I’m not adorable, at all, aniki! I’m a shinobi in training!"

                  And everyone knows shinobi aren’t adorable;

                                   At least that’s how Sasuke felt, anyway.

anonymous asked:

*Steals Dino-chan*

     Panic struck the boy, as he couldn’t find his trusted companion anywhere around his room. He was ready to launch a full assault on his stupid cousin, Shisui, but how could he enjoy the glory of victory ( that he was obviously going to get ) without his number one general? 

    Just as the boy at nearly torn up his once clean room, he got a glimpse of a shadow, from outside the window. 

                       A view of an unidentifiable person, carrying what looks so uncannily like the very toy he was looking for.   

       With no time to spare, the boy opened up his windows in a hurry, before jumping out, and shouting in a flurry of worry; 

                             ❝Hey! That’s my dino-toy! Give him back—!!

             And so the chase begins. 

                   “Oh no—”

     { ☼ } — Petite fingers ran over the edges of his lunchbox, shimmering, onyx optics gazing down, in dismay, and dread—at the goods, stowed away inside. With gentle features now creased, the boy whimpered out, his voice barely audible, "Nii-san was the one to make my lunch, today…"

               But the boy simply didn’t know if he was hungry enough to even consider the thought of eating his brother’s atrocious cooking, or not.