Summary: It was odd to see a small boy with blonde hair and blue eyes wearing the symbol of such a proud Clan on his back – the symbol of the Uchiha Clan.

Warnings: Slight OCCness for some, in future chapters (if continued), angst, spoilers

Alright, this story has been in my head for a very long time. I've always wanted to write something along these terms but, I never got the guts to. That was until recently. I was on Deviant Art going through some favorites and I saw the most brilliantly amazing art. It's by The-Gwyllion on DA, called Cuddle. Because I don't want to deal with the whole stuffers with this site, the link is on my profile!

Painfully short Prologue.

Paper Fan

Uchiha Mikoto was still in mourning.

Her best friend, one of her most precious people, was gone.

Dead.

Uzumaki Kushina.

Looking back, Mikoto could not imagine how she, a shy and quiet girl, had befriended such a loud, clumsy, hyper girl that Kushina was. But, she did and it changed her life.

But now, she was gone. Kushina was dead and Mikoto; the mother of two boys and the wife to Uchiha Fugaku, the leader of the proud and strong Uchiha Clan, felt empty. As if someone had taken a piece of her heart out that would never be filled.

That was until her husband came home later that evening.

Mikoto had been sitting inside the nursery of their youngest son, his small form asleep in her arms. She had begun to drift off herself when the sounds of loud cries broke through the silence.

Cries of a baby.

She looked down at the bundle in her arms in alarm, but he was still sleeping soundly. Slowly, she stood and placed her son into his small bassinet before she turned to leave the room – keeping the nursery door ajar.

The cries grew louder as she quickly walked down the hall into the family rooms; there she came upon a sight that stopped her in her tracks. "Fuga-" She called quietly, grabbing the attention of the men standing in the center of the room; the Sandaime Hokage, her husband Fugaku and their first born son Itachi.

Her dark eyes glued themselves to the small bundle in her sons arms, a bundle that was the source of the noise. She stepped forward and that was when she noticed the blonde hair that could complete with the sun. With another step, she could see the small but chubby face, cheeks decorated by three scars at each side.

"Is it?" It had to be.

That face. It was a face she knew so well, one that had smiled at her for years. The blonde hair, one that was familiar, painfully similar to that of a man her friend had fallen in love with.

"His name is Naruto." She heard the Hokage say, but she already knew that.

Mikoto took the child from her sons arms, ignoring the wetness on her cheeks, at that moment Naruto's cries died down to light whimpers and hiccups. With a long deep breath and sigh, he opened his eyes and she was stunned to see bright blue eyes, a color no artist could match to point.

She smiled gently down at the month old child, the son of her late best friend, and gently smiled. "At least," she started, "You're not a tomato head."

Nighttime has come,
Gone is the sun,
Dream sky is spun,
Stars, one by one... Oyasumi, hush my love,
Oyasumi, hush my love,
Oyasumi, hush my love,
Hush, hush, hush.

That night when all had calmed, Mikoto stood over the small bassinet that now not only held her son, but another as well. Dark hair that was blue as midnight, mingled against that which was yellow as the sun. She watched as her flesh and blood moved against the new warmth that laid next to him, causing the soft white blanket to shift a bit to show the blue jumper her wore with the ever present crest of the Uchiha on his back.

Once he stilled, Sasuke now laid on his side with a small arm resting on the chest of Naruto. The other baby brought a hand up, covered in mittens, to his eyes that he rubbed at in his sleep.

Mikoto smiled gently at the two, and gently brushed her hand against both foreheads.

Yes, Kushina. The dark haired woman thought, adjusting the blanket around the two infants. I think they'll be great friends.

"Goodnight, my boys."

That night she did not cry herself to sleep.

Her aching heart, if even just a bit, had soothed and a small piece had filled.

Told ya it was short.

Edit: 5/3/2011