The origin:

*A/N: Here is a longer chapter! Honestly, I hadn't planned it on being this long, it was supposed to be like the others, but I found myself writing more and more. I just love Itachi and Sasuke brotherly moments. I wish he was still alive! He would've made the best uncle ever (as well as Neji)! Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter, if you do please review! _ and tell me if you prefer these type of happy, fluffy chapters! Thank you! Enjoy~

Italics - flashback

Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto

"Nii-san, I'm hungry!" whined Sasuke, tugging at the navy blue shirt of his brother's, "foooooooooood!" It was the afternoon, the sun was blazing out at its brightest. All in all, it was a lazy day, Itachi had a day off of his ninja duties and their parents were away on a diplomatic meeting, leaving him to look after his four your old brother.

"Ok Sasuke, lets see what I can make," he pushed himself off the floor where he had been lounging around and made his way to the kitchen, his little brother trailing behind him with his tiny steps trying to keep up. Itachi tried to resist his urge to hug his little otouto to death.

Opening the fridge, he scanned the contents inside. There was lettuce, cucumber, some corn and an abundance of tomatoes Sasuke always insists on getting every time they go to the market. They had a stockpile of them that, according to his mother, could last the family for a whole year if tomatoes did not rot.

Itachi pondered. Sasuke stared. What could he make with the measly ingredients? For one he was not a gourmet chef, so making anything luxurious was out of the question. He pulled out each ingredient one by one and an idea popped into his mind.

Sasuke's little stomach grumbled. "Nii-san hungry!" he exclaimed, pointing at his mouth, beckoning the food.

"Ah I know. Don't worry Sasuke, I'll whip you something up immediately," said Itachi, patting his brother's head.

Itachi took the cutting board out, as well as a bowl. He placed it on the side along with the ingredients. It should have been simple enough. He saw his mother make it once. All it was was cutting up the ingredients into pieces and mixing it together. Opening the drawer, he grabbed the knife. It glinted dangerously in the light, Sasuke gulped. but it did nothing to deter the older Uchiha. He could expertly handle a kunai, surely the basic fundamentals applied to a kitchen knife.

Everything perfectly set out; Itachi grabbed his mother's pink frilly apron and tied it around himself. "Sasuke, wait at the dinner table, I'll be out in a second."

"Okay!" jumped Sasuke and then zooming out of the kitchen. Once again, Itachi had to restrain himself from coddling his brother from his adorableness. No. It was time to get to work. With the cucumber in hand and placing it on the cutting board and the knife in the other, a bead of sweat rolled down Itachi's face. It was time to get serious.

Itachi towered over Sasuke, expectant, anticipating his little brother's reaction.

"What is it?" asked Sasuke, looking down from the bowl and back to his nii-san's obsidian orbs.

"It's salad Sasuke."

Sasuke poked around with his fork, making a squishing noise due to all the liquid accumulated inside until it attached to one of the salad's contents.

Lets just say making salad was not as simple as Itachi had thought, especially cutting the tomatoes. God forsake the tomatoes! There were many errors in the dish that Itachi swore he would never make something as atrocious as this ever again.

Popping the lettuce and piece of squished tomato he had caught into his mouth; Sasuke tasted his brother's creation. After seeing no outward reaction from his little brother, Itachi looked down glumly. He had failed his little brother.

"I'm sorry Sasuke. I'll make someth–"

"Nii-san! You are amazing! This is delicious!" cried Sasuke, eyes sparkling at his older brother.

Itachi was shocked, crying on the inside, "Really Sasuke?"

Sasuke nodded, "Yep! I love Salad!"

Itachi smiled and sat down next to his brother who was stuffing his face with the tomato-juiced salad. "I'll make Salad for you anytime Otouto."

"When I have a daughter, I'm going to name her Sarada!"

Itachi chuckled, poking two fingers at his brother's forehead, "Okay Sasuke. Whatever you want."

Finally he was able to hold the baby in his arms (he agreed to attach his prosthetic arm when he came back from one of his travels). Sakura was pissed was an understatement, she was extremely enraged, she gave him the silent treatment for days, even going as far as using her title as head medic to ban him from stepping foot into the hospital to see her and the baby. Yes he did miss most of Sakura's pregnancy and the delivery of the child, but it wasn't entirely his fault that he was all the way on the other side of the earth when he got the message from one of Naruto's messenger frogs. He had tried his best to rush his way back to Konoha. Although somewhere in the back of his mind he was glad he hadn't made it back in time, that maybe, he didn't want to make it in time. He knew that if he saw the life in his arms come out into the world; he would've been tempted to stay in Konoha forever to stay with them, but he didn't deserve that, he needed this redemption. He wouldn't stray from his decision.

Sasuke's attention fell back on the living being he was holding. Her dark beady eyes were wide open staring up at him in what he thought was curiosity. He couldn't help but realize that is was the same shade as his own…wait a minute…her eyes were open!

He shuffled to where Sakura was resting and tugged at her hospital gown. She looked up, one brow raised, her eyes inquisitive, but also with a spark of amusement. She found his actions very child-like of him, it was almost endearing.

"Yes, Sasuke-kun?"

He stood around, Sakura noticed him shuffling his weight from feet to feet, she wondered when was the last time Sasuke was ever so upbeat about anything; however, looking up, his face still held his apathetic expression. Typical Uchiha. With his arms slightly outstretched, she understood what he was trying to get her to see; their daughter in his arms had her eyes wide open.

"Sakura, her eyes…they're open. She's opened her eyes."

Saukra giggled at Sasuke's antics. Their baby, a curious child, had already decided to pop her eyes open a while ago when Sakura still had her husband on prohibition, but she'll keep that little information to herself.

"Look at you! What a keen girl!" Sakura exclaimed, "She must really want to see you, Sasuke-kun."

Sasuke tucked the baby back under his arms and seemed to hold her ever so closer. Sakura looked on, glad that Sasuke was somewhat happy with the thought of their baby girl's curiosity. But that wasn't the current thought in his mind; right then, in that moment, when her eyes were exposed to the world, the dark, obsidian beads shone out bright and clear. The curse of the Uchiha clan had been passed on…

Sasuke gently cradled his daughter in his arms. He looked down at the tiny little being. She felt so fragile in his arms. Breathing so small he felt it could stop at any moment. This little life, his daughter, he would protect her. His little Sarada.