Author's Note – Just a one-shot that came from an idea which wouldn't go away in English, set to Camisado by Panic! At The Disco. Fugaku never appreciated Sasuke, who's to say anything like this didn't happen? I'm sure it didn't though; I'm just mean to the ones I love. I don't own Naruto or Panic! At The Disco. Or Sasuke wouldn't be emo and Brandon Urie would be being kissed to death right now. Kay?
….
He laid there, his skin deadly pale. Mikoto Uchiha looked at her youngest son, his ebony hair and obsidian eyes reminding her of him. Her husband, Fugaku.
The
I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a
therapeutic chain of events
The
I.V. diving deep into his wrist, it well, frightened her. The monitor
showing his heartbeat continued on. Showing the nurses he was still
there. Showing her he was still there. Holding his tiny pale
hand, she silently prayed for his life.
This
is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent
of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant
And
it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we
deal, we deal
Of course, she'd still go back to Fugaku. She always did. She couldn't live without him. He was her protector, shielding her from everything that came her way. Even her children, Sasuke and Itachi were often prevented from seeing her. Although, that didn't mean they didn't see their father. They saw him often, much too often for their liking. Although, it was usually his fist they saw.
The
anaesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and
urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And
it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we
deal, we deal
Mikoto never saw that though. All she saw was perfection when it came to Fugaku. She heard imperfections though, the screaming at Sasuke for not being as good as his brother. The screaming at Itachi for not yet being superior to Fugaku. The breaking of bones…
Just
sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back,
just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again
…and the screaming. The screaming that cut deep into her heart. The beeping stopped. Sasuke's chest stopped it's rhythmic rising and falling. Nurses ran in, doctors attempting to revive Sasuke with chakra.
Can't
take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit
back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from
the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit
back
Mikoto was oblivious. She looked only as Sasuke's breathing started back up. The doctors put another tube down his throat. There came knock at the door. Fugaku entered. Hugging Mikoto, he told her he was sorry for what he'd done. Blamed it on the sake. She just nodded, smiling. Fugaku was perfection, and perfection must be followed.
You're
a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated
emergency
Itachi had seen it all. Closing the door, he shut himself off from his family. He knew that next month, Sasuke would be back in here, that Fugaku's apologies were just a façade to please his mother. The numerous bruises along the length of his arms, and the cast on his wrist confirmed that. Itachi was never wrong. As long as Fugaku blamed the injuries on tough training sessions, and acted the part of the loving, devoted father, he'd never be found out.
……
Now please remember, I have never experienced any sort of child abuse, and therefore this is my imagination. My realism will probably be highly flawed, and I know that. So please don't say anything about my realism. I'm just trying to make Mikoto the kind of woman whose husband is everything, and what he says goes.