Prologue
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"I won't stand for this Mikoto! That boy of ours has not found himself a wife yet and damn it he's going twenty-seven this year!" Fugaku Uchiha said to his wife.
Mikoto gave her husband a bemused look. "Dear, Sasuke still has time to settle down, as I remember it, Itachi was thirty when he found his wife and you were thirty-five before I knocked some sense into you and you married me."
Fugaku gave her a horrifying desperate look and it took all her grace and dignity not to laugh.
"But darling, he's more wild than either of us, not one of the women he brought home are any good and before the week's ended he has already moved onto some other gold digging tramp!" His fist slammed against the table making the dinnerware shake.
"What about Sakura, dear, he's kept her longer than any of the rest; maybe it's her he wants." Mikoto tried to sooth her husband.
Letting out a dismissive snort, he said, "Somehow, he is more interesting in her than the rest of them but she isn't what he wants, her time will end soon enough."
With a shake of her head, Mikoto gave her Fugaku a knowing look, he was planning something and she of all people knew how Sasuke got when his parents meddle in his private affairs. But... it would be fun just to see what her husband had up his sleeve, it would have to be clever, their sons weren't stupid and they could outsmart their father if they wanted too, that, they both knew.
"So tell me dear, what are you planning?"
Fugaku leaned back in his chair with a self-satisfied expression on his face. "A face to face confrontation. Sasuke won't know what hit him."
Maybe, Mikoto thought, as she eyed her husband, she should warn her son that his playboy days were about to be over...
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