Betrayal ((A SasuNaru Fanfiction))

Chapter 2: Menma

Warning: This chapter is under construction. Some details may change over time. Nothing too major, but enough to make an impact on the upcoming chapters.

Jam: Wow, you're still here? Heh, okay, well...I guess enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters in this story.

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6 Years Later

Naruto's POV

"Chichi."

"Hmm..."

"Chichi wake up."

"Ugh, five more minutes."

"Chichi, I'm gonna be late for school."

I ripped my eyes open and threw my upper body forward. Sunlight burned my eyeballs and the sudden motion set my head into a flurry of morning nausea forcing me to bite my tongue and smother the curses prepared to burst from my mouth, "What! Wait, what time is it?!"

My eyes squinted, pathetically attempting to focus on the flashing red numbers blaring on the clock. My stomach practically dropped when I read 9:20 am. Clothing, brushes and perfume--ready to mask my embarrassing scent--zipped though the air as my limbs clumsily prepared for the morning. Damn that clock! I was sure I placed an alarm for 8:00 am. While wrestling with my pants,  a memory from last night played in mind. I had stumbled across the room, exhausted and tripping over my own feet, and just fell into the covers, leaving the alarm button forgotten and unset. I had the itch to groan and rip my hair out, I was being taunted by my own stupidity. Okay, well never-mind, damn myself for being an idiot. While buttoning up my white sweater, I turned to Menma standing idle at the doorway, "Menma, have you eaten breakfast already?"

His little mouth quirked into a large grin and he pointed to Neji approaching from the hallway, "Oji made me some pancakes."

I combed though my hair, wincing when a particularly nasty tangle tugged at my scalp, "That sounds tasty, did you leave me some?"

He shook his head and rubbed his little stomach, "No, he said to eat as much as I can, so I ate all of it."

I tossed the comb into the rumpled sheets and let out a weak yelp of exaggerated anger, attacking the little raven with tickles, "You! You owe me big time!"

Menma squealed in protest when my fingers drummed against his sides, "NO! Chichi, STOP! I promise to save some for you next time!" he protested in between his breathless laughter.

I gave a toothy victorious grin and pulled my assaulting fingers away. Menma pouted and turned towards the mirror, miserably patting the strands sticking out from his disheveled hair and straightening his rumpled uniform, "Chichiiii, You messed up my hair."

Quietly chuckling, I motioned him towards me, "I'm sorry, akachan. Come 'ere I'll fix it."

I grabbed the previously discarded brush from my bed and sat down, propping Menma on my lap. I slipped the band off his hair and ran my fingers through the mess, surprised when it started to pool around his shoulders; maybe it was time for a haircut. But then again, if he does, he'll look more like.... I stopped thinking and focused on gliding the brush through the raven tresses. I shouldn't be thinking about him right now. Once the mop of black was silky smooth and tangle-free, I gathered them up and collected them into a ponytail.

I smiled at my work and turned him around, "Okay done! Now go put on your shoes, I'll be out in a second."

"Okay, Chichi!" He gave an earnest nod and ran out the door, his little scampers echoing down the hallway.