Warnings: A.U; Yaoi;Incest; ItaSasu;Shota; Non-Con

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Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

Edited: 13/4/2016

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Mikoto's parents never fully liked the man she had chosen to marry with, but they didn't feel bad about it, because they knew the feeling was mutual. While they considered that Fugaku was already too old and conservative to their joyful daughter, Fugaku seldom insinuated that they should stop trying to sow intrigues between him and his future wife. They should let Mikoto make her own choices.

In spite of pretending to get along with Fugaku in Mikoto's presence, the couple didn't hide their distaste toward the man. The idea of the sudden marriage was something they took some time to digest. Afterall, she didn't even know that man until six months before. They didn't want to see Mikoto regretting mistakes that could be easily avoided. Tons of unasked advices had been given, although purposefully overlooked. In the end, the woman preffered to carry on with her plans.

It hadn't been like Mikoto didn't care for all they told her, of course she did, because they only wanted the best for her. However, there are times when you are in love that you are capable of doing the most crazy things - marrying someone you barely know is one of them. It includes risks, just like everything important in your life and you have to be aware of that, but nonetheless, is not something uncommon.

Is like that famous old Greek tale says, the one where the vices and the virtues were playing together and at some point Madness influenced by Rage ended up blinding Love. In the end, as a punishment for Madness, they had to forever walk hand in hand. And since then, Love is blind and is guided by Madness.

Love guided by madness is a good way to define this kind of situation.

The young woman had indeed been in love with her fiancé and would never give up on him for anything. Though, that statement only became as clear as the day when Mikoto discovered that her belly carried her first son with Fugaku Uchiha.

Itachi had been the name given to the so expected baby. Mikoto couln't put into words all the emotions she felt when saw the chubby face of her child. At first, she got frightened of mishandle the newborn, but soon enough she let her motherly instincts took the lead. Amidst that great wave of feelings, Mikoto could point that happiness had been the one which overpowered all the others. And judging by the rare smile in Fugaku's usually stern face, she knew he was happy too.

That had been a long time ago, and the then baby, now is currently thirteen years old. During this time, the Uchiha heir gained a brother, Sasuke, with seven years old now. Many oldest siblings tend to dislike their younger brother or sister due to all the attention the upcoming child is going to 'steal' from them, but not Itachi, he enjoyed the idea of having a little brother. Plus, his intellingence and independent nature made him develop faster than the others, which frustrated Mikoto, because she soon had lost someone to pamper and pour on her motherly love. The new pregnancy gave her another chance.

Only Fugaku seemed almost disinterested about the new kid. And since the arrival of that baby, he didn't care to hide the fact that Itachi was his preferred. He liked the praise he received for his oldest son, which for sure, was more than a boost for his already huge ego. In his mind, was not a matter of being vain or not, a parent had all the rights of being flattered by his child being a prodigy.

And as Sasuke grew up, regardless of his hard work to try and grab a tiny bit of his father's attention, the man seemed to ignore all his efforts. The little boy always ended up remaining in his brother's shadow. Even so, despite everyone expecting the two Uchiha brothers to be rivals, Mikoto had never seen her sons acting like enemies. They were quite lovely with each other, especially Itachi, she could notice the protective way he treated Sasuke.

She was glad of having two great sons like them and was also glad of having a husband like Fugaku; he had his bad aspects, of course, but in her eyes he was a good man anyway. At that point, her life could not be better, she'd easily achieved what most people dies before even getting a taste of: Completion. And she liked saying that she was the luckiest and happiest woman walking on earth.

Putting aside their eventual issues, they could pass as the true picture of a perfect family, one of the reasons why the Uchihas were envied by so many people.

However, the plain happiness that had accompanied Mikoto for a long time that even gave her the false sensation that would never disappear, only lasted until two months ago when she discovered that her husband had been cheating on her.

That had been the beginning of her downfall.

Fugaku was talking on the phone. He didn't know Mikoto had arrived home yet, and while the woman looked for him, she heard his voice coming from inside their walk-in closet. His unusual friendly tone was what caught her attention in first place. Her curiosity grew even more after he spoke the name of the person whom he was talking with: Kurenai.

Mikoto was not the type of paranoid woman who was always seeking for signals of betrayal, but even her, as any other woman, would be more than angry if listened to her husband having a suspicious talk with his secretary and then, later on, with no knowledge that she heard everything, creating a lame excuse to go out.

She had followed Fugaku. Consequently, she found Kurenai's apartment.

Mikoto was so in shock that didn't know what to do in that situation. She had never imagined that Fugaku, who always dispised cheating -at least looked like he did- could do something like that. But instead of invading the place screaming and shouting like a lot of angered people do when realize a betrayal, the only thing she did was to kill time in a park nearby replaying in her mind the scene she had seen.

She felt like a coward in that park. When she finally decided that running from the problem would just make it worse, she went back to Kurenai's apartment. But by the time she arrived, Fugaku had long gone, and she was alone face to face with Kurenai, who kindly let her in, just to humiliate Mikoto even more.

Mikoto couldn't describe how hurt she felt when Kurenai began to tell that she was not the first and probably wouldn't be the last woman whom Fugaku cheated with.

The worst part was that no matter how much Mikoto tried not to believe in all that, there was a little voice in the back of her head screaming that all what Kurenai had told her was true. Mikoto had already gotten to know some rumors involving Fugaku, the problem back then was that she had been too naive and too blindly in love to at least get suspicious of him. But now, in a terrible way, circumstances forced her to see what she had ignored for so long.

Moved by all that humiliation of being so dumb that whole time, Mikoto opted for what seemed the right choice in her point of view. She had said to Fugaku that wanted the divorce. When that words left her mouth, the man became angry, and they had the first true fight they ever had during thirteen years of marriage.

Thirteen years of marriage. Some of their friends wondered how come Fugaku and Mikoto were still together if they were so different from each other. And is not like that theory that says the opposite attracts, because honestly, it doesn't really work. Think about yourself and the things you can not put up with. Now, imagine that torture on a daily basis. Wouldn't it be a crap if your partner liked of all that stuff you dislike? Unless you have some aspects in common, the relationship is going to be doomed from the beginning.

Despite their differences, one of the main things Mikoto and Fugaku had in common, not for the same reasons though, was their craving for the perfect family.

Fugaku wanted a good woman to build his future family with and Mikoto was the only one he judged could provide it. Needless to say that she became more than pleased with that idea.

They managed to get what they wanted. Sadly, it didn't last for a longer time, unlike what they previously expected.

It was so unfair. She'd dedicated all her love and her life to him, trying everyday her best to keep being a good wife... now there she was, crying alone in their bedroom. Fugaku wasn't home, he'd left few minutes after another fight. Her eyes were swollen from crying. No matter how many times she dried it, the tears didn't stop of streaking down her beautiful face. She still loved him too much, though she wasn't that naive young girl anymore. Also, Mikoto had understood that their relationship couldn't work out from then on, not with the knowledge that her husband had betrayed her.

She heard a knock on the door, and it opened without waiting for her reply. She lifted her gaze only to find Itachi entering.

"Sorry kaa-san, I came to see if you are alright," said him looking concerned. Again she didn't give any response. He approached his mother and sat beside her on the bed. The woman was miserable, he'd never seen her so sad.

The image of her oldest son looking worried about her only made Mikoto cry even harder. Itachi embraced his sobbing mother. In fact, he only became more at ease on how to proceed because Sasuke many times sought his words and gestures of reassurance. Despite feeling awkward at comforting others, this time for his mother he had at least to try. So, he just kept in silence, while listened her weeping. After a long moment, he decided to begin a conversation again.

"You will really divorce, won't you?" asked, although he knew very well the answer. To him this was just a silly confirmation. He had listened all the argues in the past two months - was difficult not to - since his parents always ended up yelling at each other. Not only that, but in the afternoon when the lawyer his mother had called arrived, he felt the need to eavesdrop-because was not like his father and his mother would tell him anything. He didn't want to be left in the dark and needed to know with accuracy what was going on; there was no other easy way of doing so.

What he had heard from them shocked him. After the whole struggle, Fugaku had finally acquiesced with the divorce. Yet, was not that information that let Itachi alarmed, but the agreement between both parts which followed Fugaku's decision: the 'split custody' where Mikoto was going to have Sasuke's custody, while Fugaku would have Itachi's. Therefore, in the end, he and his brother were going to be separated as well. Sasuke was the person he most loved in the world, he had grown too attached to him and didn't want them to be apart.

The woman sniffed and muttered against her son's shoulder, "I'm so sorry, Itachi. Sorry for putting you and Sasuke through all this," her voice cracked, but she continued, "During the morning your father and I... we... we are going to submit the divorce papers to settle everything," she made a brief pause to regain the courage for what she was going to say next. "Sasuke will move out with me. I never wanted this to happen... But don't worry, you can see each other at the weekends... and you are already attending the same school... Oh my... You are so attached to each other... I don't even know how I'm going to explain all this to him tomorrow. But you understand, don't you, Itachi?"

Her son seemed to let the new information sink in, and attempted to give a slight nod to reassure her.

"Thanks." she said removing a raven lock from his face and hugging him in a gentle way. Mikoto was glad of her son being so mature despite his age.

Over his mother's shoulder, Itachi took a glance at the red shining numbers of the clock on the bedside table. It was already midnight; 12:06 am precisely. "It's getting late. You should rest." He broke the embrace.

Sighing, she lifted a hand and touched her own forehead. "My head is starting to ache..."

"If you want, I can bring you some painkillers. You'll feel better later on." His mother nodded. The long-haired teen stood up and left. When Itachi came back, Mikoto was alredy under the covers.

"Here," said handing her a glass and the painkillers.

He knew she was going to gain another headache. Was always like that when she cried as much as today, which happened a lot when Mikoto watched romance movies or read a book that stirred her emotions. She always needed a pill later on. She used them even for the lightest pain. Mikoto had a record of taking antidepressants as well, and was not a secret that since that habit back then, she'd become somewhat hypocondriac. When she got knowing about Fugaku and Kurenai, her insomniac trends came back full force. Without the Flunitrazepam her doctor had currently prescribed, she would look like a zombie with huge bags under her onyx eyes; she would spend the whole night wandering through the house instead of sleeping, drowning herself in sad thoughts and self pity.

Itachi could see that her love for Fugaku was still too much, otherwise she wouldn't be so affected by that situation. But aside all the love, she was also a woman of pride. She needed the divorce, therefore, needed the pills.

He felt slightly bad for his mother. Mikoto had always been too dependent on medicines, that this was going to be the end of her.

He watched the woman taking a last gulp in the liquid and hand him back the glass.

"Good night, kaa-san." he said taking his leave and letting Mikoto rest.

"Good night, Itachi."

Before leaving, Itachi turned his head to look at Mikoto, she was already closing her eyes and he said, "Just sleep. Everything is going to be okay."

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All what Fugaku wanted when he went back home after work, was to take a good shower and finally find a moment of peace in his stressing day. However, Mikoto had another plans for him. And that's how it turned out, another exchange of rough words. As always, when he got irritated enough of her foolish complaints, once again he went to sleep at Kurenai's apartment.

Fugaku was not ignoring the fact that Kurenai accepted to meet with his soon-to-be-ex-wife at lunch, which triggered his 'welcoming' at home, but that problem had to be taken care of later.

The woman didn't get so surprised of finding Fugaku knocking on her door in the middle of the night, because he had often slept there in the past months. She was happy for being the one whom he seeked for everytime he had a fight with Mikoto.

Kurenai was aware that some people at their work suspected they had an affair. She would be stupid if hadn't noticed. But she didn't care about what they said. They usually comented she was just after Fugaku's money. Well, those people weren't wrong, but they weren't right either.

When their relationship as lovers began, she had pictured the man as just another depraved boss, one of those who only hires beautiful and young women for the sole purpose of sleeping with them. Now, for some reason, Kurenai could even admit that she was in love with him. And due to the secret affair, she received the expensive presents, which was something she couldn't ignore.

The truth was: she loved Fugaku, and also his money.

~oOo~

What is not supposed to be a difficult task to perform is to climb a staircase. At least, not when you are a perfectly healty 45-year-old man. Fugaku was rushing upstairs and fell. To witness the stoic and terrifying Uchiha stumbling idiotically on his own feet was a scene to burn in the memory and never forget.

The maid who was watching him could have giggled, if she wasn't so nervous with the gloomy aura in that house.

In the next morning when Fugaku had arrived home to change his clothes, he saw a coroner van and a police car both parked in front of his house. He stormed inside and sought to know what was going on. That same maid who had seen him falling said that the problem was with Mikoto. Without bothering with further explanations, Fugaku just asked where she was, and the woman answered that his wife was still in the bedroom.

In the hallway, he saw his oldest son standing in front of the main bedroom door holding Sasuke against his chest while talking to a policeman. The three of them noticed Fugaku's presence as he approached.

"What happened here?" he asked looking at the policeman, then averting his gaze to the room where he found his answer. His wife was on the bed as if she was sleeping, considering the situation, was obvious she wasn't.

Out of impulse, the Uchiha tried to enter, but the policeman held him by the arm. "You can't go."

"She's my wife!" Fugaku shouted, he looked as if he was fighting against his own nerves. His tanned skin was pale due to that sight. He refused to believe in what he was seeing.

"I can't let you in. You might ruin the scene," scene?. "Aparently she commited suicide induced by an overdose of pills. But still, we have to make an authopsy to be sure. The coroner is taking pictures, in case the test determine otherwise."

For the corner of his eyes he saw Sasuke bury his tear stained face on Itachi's shoulder quietly sobbing. Fugaku sighed. How the hell that happened? Suicide. Why would Mikoto do that? She used to have depressive trends, but she have never mentioned about suicide before. He didn't even pay too much attention to that anymore because he knew that after a while she would be back to her joyful self. And, sure, they were passing through a crisis and were about to oficially have the divorce, but she was the one who asked for it, he just agreed with her. Why would she kill herself when she had just got what she wanted?

His oldest son was observing everything unfold with sad eyes but a composed feature on his face. Fugaku just wondered that Itachi was managing to handle that mess better than himself at the moment. Fugaku was known for everyone as a strong man. However, seeing Mikoto's limp and lifeless body took him off guard. He passed a hand over his own face no more standing to look in the room. Yet he would not break down, he had to take a hold of himself; he was Fugaku Uchiha afterall. He turned towards his son, "Itachi, take Sasuke to your room."

The raven-haired boy nodded, and doing what he was told, proceed to walk away from him, entered inside his own bedroom still carrying his brother, and sat himself at the comfort surface of his bed with Sasuke straddling him.

The younger boy was the one who had found Mikoto's body. In the previous day, moments before falling asleep, he saw her in his room saying she had something important to tell him in the morning before he went to school. She'd just had another argue with his father. Sasuke knew she was trying not to cry in front of him and soon she left. Then when Mikoto didn't show up for breakfast, that's when Sasuke went to wake her up. He gently shook his mother by her arm and... she wasn't awaking. The little boy ran to call his brother. Itachi seemed to be shocked as well when saw what was going on and called the paramedics, though when they arrived, they simply said that there was nothing that could be done. She was long dead. They called the police, which arrived along with the coroner.

His mother was dead, his father was nowhere to be seen, and there were just those people making questions he didn't even know how to answer. Sasuke just wanted to cry.

Itachi had noticed his little brother's state and scooped Sasuke in his arms to calm him down. Minutes later, Fugaku arrived there too.

"Nii-san," came the younger raven's strained voice, as he lifted his face to look at Itachi. "They said that mother killed herself, why she would do that? Why, nii-san?"

Itachi stared intently at him, hearing the rest of Sasuke's question being pronounced between uncontrolable sobs. "Sometimes..." he began to answer. "Sometimes we just choose paths that lead us to irriversible outcomes, Sasuke."

The boy shook his head, "I don't understand."

Itachi embraced Sasuke, making circular motions with a hand in his brother's back to soothe him, "It was her choice," muttered.

A noise could be heard outside. Itachi wrapped his arms around Sasuke and began to stand up from his bed. He walked over to the window, and once his little brother wasn't heavy, Itachi could easily use one of his hands to move a white curtain out of his way to take a glance through the glass. An evil glint sparkled in his eyes as he watched the bag containing Mikoto's body being put into the coroner's van. Savouring his victory, Itachi inhaled the scent of Sasuke's hair and tightened his hold around the boy's tiny body in a possessive manner. 'Sorry mother, but I just couldn't let you take Sasuke away from me.'

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AN: My first fic ever! Finally! \o/

I hope you liked. I have some ideas for the second chapter. I don't know when I'll post it, but I'll try to update as soon as possible.