Mikoto stood in the living room, her eyes closed, listening to those screams, faint screams created by death it self, feeling that cold chakra, a chakra which felt like it had made a deal with the Devil himself, coming closer. She didn't try to escape, she didn't count the seconds, she didn't prepare to defend herself, after all, she knew that it was her own son that was on his way 'home' to kill her, and what caring mother could fight her own son?
Yes, Mikoto knew about Itachis mission, but she hadn't told anyone, she had planned what to do in case Itachi would kill Sasuke as well, but she knew her own boy well enough to know that he would never hurt his baby brother. She had for a long time hoped it wasn't true – that look in his eyes. But as time has passed her hope changed to that for him sparing everyone but her and Fugaku, after all as the leader and the leaders wife they were both responsible for this mess. If it stood to her they would never have planned to take over the village – but she would never go against her beloved husband.
The sound of the door being opened made her open her eyes and look right in to the eyes of a professional ninja who showed no sign he had just killed almost all of his family and where about to kill his very own mother. "Good evening Itachi." She said, her mouth lifting a tiny bit in a small loving smile that didn't reach her eyes and did nothing to hide the tears that where openly rolling down her cheeks. The teenager before her screened the room and she answered the never asked question; "Your father is not home right now, he went out once he felt something was wrong." "So you're all alone, mother?" "Yeah" She tried to wipe her tears away before she continued; "But before you do it I have a few requests." She kept a short break, giving that emotionless mask time to start to cracking, being replaced by chock, but he didn't get to say anything before she talked again. "First, don't hurt you're brother. He's still nothing but a child, and doesn't even know anything about this. Second … please bring your fathers body here … I want to be with him, even in death…" "You already knew that I was going to..?" His chocked voice faded out, unable to finish that question and she smiled again, and this time the motherly love reached her eyes as she walked over to her son, her soon-to-be-murder, and hugged him. When she pressed her cheek to his she wasn't sure whatever it was her own somewhat-faded tears she could feel or if he was crying. "Yeah… I knew all along, sweet heart. But what mother could ever hurt her own son." She closed her eyes while she took in his sent, feeling him be alive. "My 3rd request… Is that you won't hurt yourself too much for this." Itachi gave a dry laugh. "Too late for that." She'd let go of him, the smile gone from her face, replaced by sadness. "I guess so." She ran a hand though his lose front hair. "I love you my dear, dear son." "I … love you too mom." And with that everything went black for Mikoto.
