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Branches of tall old trees were bending under the pressure of a shinobi moving in an amazing speed which resembled shunshin. A man, tired and sweaty, was jumping from one tree to another, doing his best to reach his destination as fast as possible. No one accompanied him. He was looking straight ahead, his face stern and dark, ready to scare anyone who would dare to interrupt him on his path.

Uchiha Fugaku was in rush. He was coming back home in the most stupid way he could imagine. In the middle of the war, he left the battlefield and directed his steps straight to Konoha – all alone, exposed to any kind of danger that the Leaf's enemies constituted at the moment. Considering that he achieved his jounin rank a couple of years prior, that he kept in his own hand the Police Force of Konohagakure and that he was the Uchiha Fugaku, the soon-to-be Uchiha clanhead… Well. He should have known better than to run off on his own.

But for once, he decided to abandon his ever-so-rational manner. Just this time he couldn't wait any longer. And when he got the permission to leave, he did. Now he was holding a letter from the Hokage in his clenched fist, thinking only about one thing.

Uchiha Mikoto, his beloved, young, perfect wife has been pregnant until a week prior. She gave birth to a healthy child, who came to the world on a summer day June the 9th. The day Fugaku was killing mercilessly, depriving innocent children of their beloved parents, siblings, grandparents… The very day a new life started. A very special one.

He became a father. And he was rushing like crazy to see his seven-days-old legacy.

…

A tiny fist of a newborn child was clenching lightly around his index finger. A little bundle of peace and innocence lay in the crib in front of him, and he was kneeling just next to the little bed in which a child, pale and dark-haired, was sleeping quietly. Fugaku hasn't seen these big eyes open just yet. The child was already asleep a couple of minutes earlier when he get into the room.

He didn't ask anybody for permission. He entered his own house, encountered his mother taking an afternoon nap in the leaving room and then directed his steps to his bedroom, where he found the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. He slipped his finger into a tiny fist, feeling an unknown until now rush of tenderness and fondness towards the precious little human lying in the crib.

With a face of a curios child, he observed the little body moving in breathing rhythm, inhaling and exhaling quickly, quicker than an adult. He was devouring the sight before him, unaware that his sharingan activated the moment he arrived to the house. The image would get imprinted into his memory for the rest of his life and gods, Fugaku wanted it and only it at the moment. To never forget such a beautiful sight.

He hardly registered a sound of steps, too busy with all the thoughts that were bombarding his mind. But he felt a hand on his shoulder and soon after a pair of arms surrounded his middle section. He touched two warm palms with his free rugged hand, but didn't manage to look over his arm. It would destroy the moment of happiness that absorbed him.

"You came" he heard a whisper, when somebody hugged firmly to his shoulder. He closed his eyes and turned around, only to see Mikoto's peaceful smile. She raised on her knees and moved closer to him, leaning forward with no restraints. She gave him an affectionate kiss which he returned instantly.

"I'm dirty" he breathed out, when they parted for a second.

"Of course you are" she chuckled. "You just came from the battlefield" and she hugged to him again.

She was the only one who was allowed to do this. There was no one else who could ever force him into showing any kind of affection. But she was his wife, the best wife in all existing worlds and she could do whatever she wanted.

"How do you feel?" he asked after a while, playing with her loose hair.

"The delivery wasn't hard" she stated softly. "I don't know why everybody is this scared of it."

"You could have died. Potentially" he remarked.

"You think that low of me?"

"I think very high of you, and you know I do."

She knew. Of course she did.

"When did you get the message?" she asked.

"Ten hours ago."

"You must have run like insane if you're already here" she smirked lightly. "So? How do you like your firstborn?" she reached to the crib and covered the sleeping child with the blanket meticulously.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" he asked softly.

"You don't know? That Minato… he promised he would tell the Hokage to inform you" she sighed. "You have a heir, dear husband. The future of the Uchiha Clan is right before your eyes."

"I wish the clan future was as peaceful as he is" he whispered, extending his hand towards his son. He ruffed his hair with his finger, amazed by its softness. "He's perfect."

"I really hope he isn't" Mikoto mumbled.

"Why so?"

"I want him to be happy. I want him to have a peaceful life. To be free of wars and suffering of the cruel world we're living in. I want him to make his own decisions. To be something more than just the Uchiha heir."

"He's one week old, Mikoto" Fugaku chuckled. "You don't have to bother yourself with things like these just yet."

"I can remember what you told me about your childhood" she murmured. "I want my own son to be something more than just a clan tool."

"I won't let him exist for the clan only" he pulled her closer and kissed her hair. "He will be our child and we will make him happy. But he cannot run away from his destiny. He will become my successor and I will make sure he will be ready for it. But I'm certainly not going to repeat my grandfather's mistakes" he added darkly, narrowing his eyes for a moment.

"I wouldn't let you."

"I hope you wouldn't" he nodded slowly with his eyes on his child once again. "Can I…"

"Hold him?"

"Yes."

"You are dirty."

"Please, Mikoto."

She looked into his eyes and just then she understood she wouldn't refuse his request.

The little bundle was put into his arms a moment later. A beautiful scene appeared in front of her: the first meeting of a father with his child. Fugaku was unnaturally careful with every move he was making, determined not to hurt the little boy in any way. He kept him close to his torso, caressing his little head and looking at him with a love reserved only for his wife – until now. A new chapter of their life began and oh world, he hoped that this chapter would be the better one.

"What is his name?" he asked quietly. "Did you choose already?"

"It's you firstborn, and a boy, anata. You should be the one to choose."

"I didn't spend my free time on the front trying to find a name for my coming child" he mumbled, poking a little ear. "I will not invent one now in a hurry. The tradition doesn't know a case of a fresh father occupied with war and it expects me to name my firstborn, but I don't have an idea. But, I know you do" he sent her a calm look. "So what is your choice?"

She observed him for a moment with a contemplating look and then sent him a peaceful smile he knew already too well.

"Itachi" she whispered, caressing the boy's cheek. "In fact I can't stop calling him by this name in my head."

She let him pull her closer and there they were: all three of them together, sitting on tatami mats in the master bedroom of the Uchiha household. A new family, and the future of the Uchiha Clan in their arms, sleeping peacefully.

A perfect family, indeed.