and the scarry skies above

little genius

When little Itachi is two, he somehow gets his hands on a shuriken and throws it, much like he's seen his father do. His black eyes follow the trajectory until the weapon hits the edge of the target lightly before clattering to the ground. Toddling over, he picks it up and tries again.

This time the metal star hits dead centre.

A/N: Something that's been idling around on my desktop for quite a while. From time to time, I like to re-read it. It's nothing major, but I like these episodic works which only offer little glimpses in a character's life as they progress and grow older. Perhaps some of you will appreciate it as well as some light reading. Not sure how this'll end yet :-) love, planless

word count: 63