Author's Note: For those of you who don't know, my name is Sasori33-001; I used to go by the pen-name of Itachi012110 but due to a conflict of creative differences between the co-author of the account and myself, I no longer have the information necessary to log-in and continue writing under said alias. Thus, Sasori33-001 was reborn!

I guess you can call this story the 3rd installment of a series started under my old pen-name (Itachi012110), the first of the series being titled, "Hello, My Name is Doctor Sasuke," (completed), the 2nd being titled "The Name's Uchiha, Sasuke Uchiha," (incomplete), and then this one being the third installment.

If you were a fan of my old pen-name, welcome back and here's to the long awaited continuation of the "Hello My Name is..." series! *cheers*

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of it's characters. Masashi Kishimoto is the rightful owner.

After a long, grueling semester of hard work, all-nighters, study sessions, cram study sessions, last minute studying, and what felt like a month of finals, Itachi was beat. Thankful for three months of relaxation and a little bit of work here and there, he took the opportunity to sleep in the first chance he got.

Boy did it feel good to sleep without setting an alarm, waking up naturally and not having to worry about studying some more…

"ITACHI UCHIHA, YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!" A young Sasuke yelled, kicking open the door to Itachi's bedroom so hard that it the doorknob rebounded against the wall and almost hit Sasuke in the face.

Immediately Itachi sat up in bed, concerned that something was wrong. "Sasuke, what's wrong?" He asked wearily, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"Put your hands in the air, you're under arrest."

Itachi glanced at the clock and squinted to make out the time. 6:58 a.m. Itachi groaned and fell back on the bed. "Sasuke, can we do this later on? I wanted to sleep in today."

"I said, put your hands in the air, you're under arrest!" Sasuke repeated, marching over to the bed. When Itachi didn't respond, Sasuke repeated himself even louder than before. "I SAID, YOU'RE UNDER ARREST, PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR, BIG BROTHER"

Itachi opened his tired eyes to a steaming Sasuke and closed them again. In what world does one get arrested by their own younger brother? He wondered. With a sigh of resignation, Itachi lifted himself out of bed and raised his arms in the air. Why did he think that Sasuke'd allow him to sleep in on the first day of summer break? How could he have been so stupid? "What am I under arrest for, Sasuke?"

"The name's Officer Sasuke, and you have the right to remain silent." He said, pulling out a pair of metallic hand cuffs from his shorts pocket.

Itachi sighed. He's going all out.

"I SAID YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!" He shouted and gestured for Itachi to turn around so he could pin his hands behind his back to cuff him. "You're under arrest for mistreating your younger brother, Sasuke Uchiha."

"Mistreating? How have I mistreated you, Sasuke?" Itachi asked over his shoulder as best as he could while Sasuke was adjusting the handcuffs.

"You have the right to reh-main sillint. Anything you say can…and will…be used…against you in…a curt of lau. You have the right to speak to a lau-yer and have him pre-sent…with you while you are being cue-est-eon-duh…questioned!"

Itachi snuck a peek over his shoulder once more to see how Sasuke was going about this. In his hands, he held a card titled "Miranda Warning," one Itachi recognized as belonging to their father at one point or another. He must have found it lying around somewhere, Itachi thought with a smile.

"If you can-not aff…ord…afford…to here a lau-yer, one will be ah…pp…point…ted…appointed to…rep-re-sent you before any cue-questioning if you wish."

It took all of Itachi's willpower to refrain from laughing at his brother's feeble attempt to correctly read and pronounce everything written on the little white card. He had to give him props, though. He was going a pretty good job so far.

Sasuke inhaled and exhaled heavily, clearly frustrated with having to read everything on the card before he could arrest Itachi. "You can dess-i-dee at any time to ex-er-ceese these rights and…not an-swur any ke-questions or make any state-ments." He paused. "Itachi?"

Itachi glanced behind him, afraid that if he said anything, Sasuke would yell at him again.

"How do you pronounce this word?" He asked and showed it to Itachi.

"Waiver." He answered. I've never heard an officer ask a convicted felon how to pronounce the words written under the Miranda rights before.

"Waiver. Do you understand each of these rights I have ex-plain-ed to you? Having…these rights in mind, do you wish to talk to us now?" He asked.

"How did I mistreat you?" Itachi asked, curious to know what he did wrong in Sasuke's eyes.

Sasuke finished handcuffing him, securing the restraints tightly against Itachi's wrists and puffed out his cheeks. "You said told me that you'd play with me yesterday and you didn't!"

Itachi rolled his eyes. "Yes, I did, but you have to understand, Sasuke, I was extremely tired yesterday. Do you really want me to play with you when I'm yawning the whole time and can't keep my eyes open?" He asked him.

Sasuke held up a hand to silence him. "Enough. You can explain yourself in court. Now, come with me." He said.

Still clad in his pajamas, Itachi followed Sasuke downstairs and past the kitchen where their mother was preparing breakfast.

"Good morning boys!" She greeted.

"Good morning mom!" Sasuke called back.

Itachi remained silent.

When she didn't hear a response from her eldest she turned around to see that the two had disappeared. Setting down the pancake batter she was about to pour into the pan, she ventured out of the kitchen and into the living room to greet Itachi good morning.

"Good morning Itachi." She said, peering around the corner of the doorway. Her smile faded when she noticed the handcuffs binding Itachi's wrists. "Oh. Did you get in trouble with the law, Itachi?"

"Ma'am," Sasuke said, straightening his shorts like he'd seen Fugaku's co-workers do before, "I'm afraid that your son has been placed under arrest for the mistreatment of his younger brother."

Mikoto attempted to stifle her laughter in the face of her youngest son, her future police officer. "Oh my. Is that so?"

"Yes, ma'am." Sasuke replied. "He's now awaiting trial in court."

Itachi's eyes widened. Trial in court? This could take forever. He thought. At this rate, he'd pass out at 7 o'clock p.m. that night if he didn't sleep before then.

"Who's the judge?" Mikoto asked him. Sasuke pointed directly at her. "Me? I'm the judge?"

Sasuke nodded. "Yes." He said and turned to face Itachi. "Do you have a lawyer?" He asked.

"No…?" He said. He didn't know he'd need a lawyer.

"Then I'll give you a lawyer." Sasuke said. "Until then, you need to wait for your court date."

"Which is when?" Itachi asked him.

At this, Sasuke blanked and ran off into the kitchen where their mother had gone back to making breakfast. "Mom!" He said, tugging on her dress.

"Yes, Sasuke?" She asked.

"What time is it?"

Mikoto turned around to glance at the clock on the wall. "It is 7:23, Sasuke."

"What time is Naruto coming over?" He asked her.

"He'll be over around 12 o'clock this afternoon."

Content with her answer, Sasuke shouted a quick "Thank you!" to Mikoto and sprinted into the living room where Itachi was resting against the back of the couch with his eyes closed. "You're due in court at 12:30 a.m. today."

Itachi sat up straight. "12:30 a.m.!?" He asked.

"I meant 12:30 p.m.!" He corrected himself.

Itachi breathed a sigh of relief. When he inhaled, he breathed in the pleasant aroma of pancakes and maple syrup. "Do I at least get to eat breakfast and lunch before then?"

Sasuke pursed his lips in consideration. "Breakfast, yes. But in order to eat lunch, you have to be on your best behavior, got it?"

Itachi nodded. "Got it." He said and rose to his feet.

"You're not going anywhere without me!" Sasuke yelled, halting Itachi's movements. It wasn't until Sasuke grabbed Itachi's elbow that the two walked in the direction of the kitchen. "If I let you leave my sight, who knows what other laws you'll break." He muttered.

As cute as this was, Itachi wondered how long he'd last before he passed out on the couch awaiting his trial. In addition to that, he had no idea who his lawyer was, but if he overheard Sasuke and his mother correctly, he assumed that his lawyer would be a distracted blonde-ball of endless energy…

Sasuke was such a joy when he was little...

Stay tuned for chapter 2! (which is not yet written, but will hopefully be posted sometime within the next week!)

I encourage you all to read "Hello My Name is Doctor Sasuke" under my old pen-name (Itachi012110) along with the other stories under that name, as well as some of my current stories.

And REVIEW! For the love of Gaara, reviews are what fuel me and push me to update sooner! (They also make me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside)

Until next time~

Sasori33-001 (a.k.a. Itachi012110)