Author's Note: This is my first Naruto fic. It was inspired by a trip I took to the salon and recently wrote in my journal. I hope you like it! Please read and review! I value your feedback!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, just the idea for the story.

Itachi's Bad Hair Day

By: Kawaii Stella

It was a hot, sunny day in the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Being the dog days of summer, everybody was taking it as easy as they could, not doing anything more than they had to. This was especially true in the Uchiha household.

The house held four people, the village Chief of Police, Fugaku, his wife Mikoto, and their two sons. The eldest son was Itachi who was twelve years of age and his younger brother was Sasuke, who was seven at the time of this story. Fugaku and Sasuke had no idea how hot it was because Fugaku had taken Sasuke with him to a meeting out of town. However, Itachi and his mother knew just how hot it was.

Due to the heat, Mikoto wore her hair up in a sloppy bun instead of her normal down 'do. Itachi was miserable no matter what he did with his hair, though. Even though he almost always kept his long black hair in a ponytail, it didn't help much at all. His mother felt bad for her son. She hated to see him suffer. That's when Mikoto had an idea.

"Itachi," said Mikoto to her son who was miserably lying on the sofa. "I think I know how to make you feel better."

"How?" Itachi responded.

"Let's get your hair cut. It has been awhile since you last got a trim, anyway."

"Okay I guess, but I don't want it cut too short."

"That's fine, but have a few layers put in because that will help keep you cool. I'll call Anko now; she will do a good job with your hair."

"Anko? As in special Jonin Anko who is the proctor for the second round of the Chunin exams?"

"Yes."

"She cuts hair too? Hoo boy . . ."

Mikoto made Itachi an appointment for four o'clock that afternoon. So off they went to Anko's house. Anko greeted the two in between bites of dumpling. Then she got right to work. She plopped Itachi down in a chair then threw a towel around his neck. Mikoto told Anko what Itachi wanted then there was only the sound of scissors clipping hair away. About half an hour later Anko was done and Itachi's hair looked great. It was a bit shorter with slight layers that made a world of difference.

The haircut made Itachi feel so good, he had a spring in his step as he walked home with his mom. As he walked home thinking that Anko had done a pretty good job. That night he slept well, feeling lighter and cooler. He thought that his haircut was perfect until the next morning.

Itachi got up the next morning and got dressed, noticing that the horrid heat wave had passed. Itachi went into the bathroom to pull back his hair. Upon wrapping the elastic tie in his hair at the base of his neck, everything seemed to be okay. Then the layers struck back. Itachi's hair came out all over the place, leaving little in the tie. No matter what he tried the hair would not behave. He knew that the ladies loved his ponytail. For now he was in trouble until his hair grew back. All he could do now was shout it anguish: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! STUPID LAYERS!"

THE END