Disclaimer: Surprise. I don't own Naruto.
Author's Note: No, I haven't died. I know, it's not much, but I would still appreciate it if someone reviewed I hope it isn't too bad.
An Uchiha Funeral
Mikoto Uchiha
The day they had brought Obito's body back to the Uchiha ghetto had been sunny and bright. It had been so sunny and bright that for a few moments, when Mikoto had made some special homemade lemonade for her son Itachi, the thought of war had been distant, almost unreal, pushed to the far-off corners of her mind. The thought of all the deaths and of the injustice of it all. That the proud and once mighty Uchiha clan was forced to live in a different district, outside the village. That they had been robbed of the power they once had had and that even her close friends looked at her and her family in suspicion, fear and mistrust. All of it was gone with the taste of the sour-sweet juice on the tip of her tongue, the happy shimmer in Itachi's eyes, with the sound of his rare laugh.
How foolish. Fugaku's worried and tired look, when he came home much earlier than usual, had dragged all the thoughts back. "Minato Namikaze wants to see me." The look on his face was so grave that it seemed to draw all the warmth from the summer air. Mikoto already knew what had happened, before they stood in the dark, small room in the Hokage's building, before they saw the body or what was left of it. But nothing could have prepared her for that. The small body crushed to an unrecognizable lump of flesh and bones. How could Obito, her best friend's only son, the cheerful kid she had baby-sitted before she had had children herself, be dead?
But now during the funeral she felt a strange, disgusting kind of relief. She was almost happy, because her son was alive. The four year old stood beside her, shaken, empty-faced, but wonderfully alive. The graveyard was full of new graves, there were tears running down the handsome Uchiha faces, but she was alive, her husband was alive, her son was alive. That was all what mattered. She hated herself for this thought. It was disgusting. They always called her kind and selfless. They said she was too soft for an Uchiha, but she wasn't. She was as selfish as the rest of them. Or even worse.
Mikoto Uchiha stood on a cemetery between her crying relatives and friends, burying a 13-year old boy, feeling nothing but guilty relief.