A Rare Wish

Finally a Chance

I trumped to the kitchen and dropped into my place before laying my head on the table. “Well, someone seems tired,” mother chuckled. I hummed in response. “A nice ANBU brought you home last night. He wore his mask, so we didn’t see his face. Did you know him?”

“I know him,” I nodded my head, still on the table.

“Who is he?”

“An ANBU,” I mumbled.

She huffed. “Fine, be that way,” she mocked.

“Okay, I will,” I said sleepily, a smile on my face.

“Rude,” she muttered, though I could hear the smile as well as the pout in her voice. I let a sleepy giggle escape my lips. I heard the shuffle of footsteps and someone sat beside me.

“Why are you sleeping on the table?” Itachi asked.

“I’m not,” I muttered.

“Yet?” he asked.

“Yet,” I confirmed.

He sighed. “Good morning mother, father,” he said.

“Good morning, Itachi,” father said. “Nozomi, up.”

I groaned and pulled my head up before slumping against Itachi. “You are so mean.”

“This is the kitchen table, not your bed,” he commented, kissing mother’s cheek.

“If I start sleeping on it, it would be,” I mumbled.

“Nozomi, get off,” Itachi commanded.

I sighed and pulled away. “So, that ANBU told me that he watched you fight.”

“He told me he would talk to the Hokage which means I might graduate early,” I said, waking up immediately with excitement. I knew I brightened up and everyone looked at me weirdly. “What?” I whined.

“You go from dead to way too alive,” mother muttered to herself, turning back to set breakfast on plates. She had some traditional breakfast and set it all along the table. I grabbed the miso soup first and happily drank it.

“Don’t slurp Nozomi,” father scolded.

“I’m not slurping,” I grumbled, sticking my tongue out at him.

“Yes, you are,” Itachi whispered.

“Hey, you are supposed to be on my side,” I said, looking at him with a glare.

“I am always on the side that I think is right,” he said, staring at me blankly.

“And I am always right,” I said, smirking at him.

“You think sugar is healthy,” he muttered.

“It is!” I cried, appalled. “If you have no sugar in your system, then you are going to die, Itachi!”

“We worry for your sanity,” he muttered, swatting away my hands from shaking his shoulders.

“Nozomi, sweetheart, eat,” mother commanded, patting my hand before feeding Sasuke.

“When did he get here?”

“Before you even woke up,” mother sighed.

A knock came at the door. “Can I get it, father?”

“Go ahead,” he sighed, drinking his tea.

I grinned and jumped up to see an ANBU standing there. I blinked before looking to see Kakashi’s hair. I smiled. “Hello, what can I do for you?”