Disclaimer: I don't own characters from Naruto but the story line. Enjoy.

I want to be pretty just like mother…

The red dress is obviously too big for the 8 years old Sasuke. It hangs loosely around his miniature frame, indicating how really small he was. Tiny fingers clasp the crimson silky fabric closer to his heaving chest, afraid that his older brother would walk in on him. He takes tiny steps near the mirror and examines his handy work. The strand of the dress slides down to his shoulder, exposing pale skin. Sasuke looks down to pull the strap back on his slender small shoulders again. When he gazes back at his reflection, a pair of deep red eyes stares back at him from behind.

"N-niisan!" A little Sasuke shrieks, taking a step backward and tripping on the long elegant dress. He feels a pair of strong arms lifting him up before he falls down to the oatmeal color tatami floor. The older one bends down to gaze at Sasuke.

"Sasuke, what are you doing?" Itachi questions, arching an eyebrow.

"I-I…." He replies, tiny fingers clasp nervously together, his face flush.

"Can you tell me why you are in mother's dress?" Itachi asks, tilting Sasuke's chin up to face him.

"I-I wanted to look p-pretty," Sasuke looks away but the elder kept his hold. He stares into the black beady eyes that belong to the little boy in his grasp.

"What did you do to your face Sasuke?" Itachi smears an index finger against the smooth skin of Sasuke's cheek. It feels powdery and looks rather creamy.

"I-I wanted to put on makeup just like… mother."

"You look like a clown Sasuke."

"Please, don't hate me brother!" Sasuke buries his head into the older one's chest, tiny fingers clutching on the other's soft fabric shirt.

"I don't hate you Sasuke," Itachi replies softly and pulls away to look at the boy.

"B-but you said I look like a-" Before tiny Sasuke is able to finish his sentence, Itachi press one finger to the boy's red lipstick flesh, silencing him. Little Sasuke can only gaze up to his brother with a question look upon his face.

Once Itachi is sure that the boy is quiet, he gently leans forward. Sasuke's eyes widen when he feels something awfully soft press against his own lips. The older one pulls away to look at a dazzled Sasuke.

"B-brother, why did you do that?"

"Sasuke," The elder trails a finger gently down the side of the boy's cheek before closing in for another sweet forbidden kiss. Little Sasuke feels something wet and warm against his lips.

"Mrrmm," Sasuke whines deep in his throat, forbidding Itachi to go any further. Why is his older brother doing this anyway? Is this right? Mother and father do this too.

Itachi's only response is to grab his brother and placed him on their parent's bed. His own body hovering over the boy's own fragile one.

"Nii-san…" Sasuke says, looking up at his own flesh brother.

"Yes Sasuke?" Deep red eyes stares at him.

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

The older one looks down at the tiny boy in his grasp.

"Of course," Itachi kisses some more. "You are more than that…..you are beautiful Sasuke." He replies and rubs his lips against the boy's red lipstick.