First Chapeter. Many more to come. Slow start will ease in to major shisuiXitachi and itasasu. :3 Please review?
The Uchiha customs were strange to say the least. Mikoto Uchiha found this out when she was six years of age. Since the day she was born, her family had big plans for her. They told her that she shall marry into the head household and become a main Uchiha Lady.
Mikoto never really cared if she became an Uchiha Lady, she did care who this man she was to marry was like. She asked many time if she could meet him. Her parents told her that she was too young and she wasn't prepared to meet him. Mikoto forced the thought of marriage out her head, and continued with a normal female ninja's life.
At age eight she attended the ninja academy. She was placed on a three man squad. At age twelve she activated her sharingan. At age fourteen she became a chunin. Mikoto didn't wish to be any higher class of ninja, so she stayed a chunin.
At age twenty, her parents told her that she was ready to meet him. Mikoto was excited but also scared. They said his name was Fugaku, wasn't he that mean, cruel man she had heard about? She hoped not.
Fugaku wasn't happy or sad about the wedding. All he really wanted was someone to carry on the Uchiha bloodline. Since most of the Uchiha members were older the bloodline had to be carried on. Fugaku believed he and his wife would bring the greatest ninja into the world.
Mikoto and her parents arrived to the main household. It was large and clean, but nothing really unique about it. Mikoto was led to a room where some tea was being served by two older ladies. They were not friendly. They smiled a fake smile at her. Mikoto felt their cold stares. She smiled back. They told her to sit. They offered her tea and something to eat. Mikoto rejected the food but drank the tea slowly.
The older women sat and looked over Mikoto. "She sure is thin." One of them commented. The other nodded. "She seems nice." "We don't need someone nice to carry on the bloodline. She's too weak, she'll never bring up a good ninja." "That's true, but Fugaku would be the father. He can whip some sense into both of them." The older women had gone into a deep conversation about Mikoto and her soon to have baby. Mikoto wondered if they knew she was right there and could hear everything they said?
Hours dragged on like a drugged snail. Mikoto sat politely, listening to their criticism with a smile gracing her lips. Finally they dismissed her. Mikoto wandered out of the house, head filled with all their rude comments. She walked silently home, her parents were old that they were not needed so they were sent home. Mikoto wasn't even sure why they had gone over. She looked up at the sky. Mikoto was used to getting what she like, she had been an only child.
When she was younger she use to cry her way out of things that she disliked, or didn't want to do. But there was no escaping this nightmare. Maybe it wont be so bad. She thought trying to calm herself. She faked a smile, but felt as though she was going to be ill. She sat down at a nearby bench and cried.
The wedding took place a week later. It wasn't a big celebration like Mikoto had dreamed. Instead it was quiet. Though all the Uchiha family was there, there was an eerie silence. After the wedding Fugaku informed her there was no honeymoon. Mikoto wasn't shocked, but it didn't stop her from being disappointed. Fugaku moved Mikoto into the large house at the end of the Uchiha compound. It was nice, quite big, but also boring.
Mikoto and Fugaku hardly spoke after the wedding. Fugaku was usually gone during the day on missions or something, and Mikoto was at home trying to make the drab home more inviting. Occasionally Fugaku would be there for dinner. He never spoke to her first though. Mikoto would always smile at him. He was her husband after all. Fugaku never returned the smile. Please smile at me… just once. When Fugaku came home for dinner Mikoto would try to make conversation with him. "How was the mission? How are things? Do you like dinner tonight?" She would ask. He usually replied with a nod.
Then sometimes when they went to bed, Mikoto would say "Good night Fugaku-san, I love you." Fugaku would roll over, back facing her and mumble "Yeah, good night." Mikoto would smile. Cant you say you love me… just once?
Then in the mornings Mikoto would usually wake up to a cold bed. Either Fugaku came home late, slept then got up and left. Or he just wouldn't come home at all. Today, Mikoto chose that he did not come home. She sometime wondered where he went. Was he out with some other lady? She doubts it. Mikoto stretched out in the bed, and for the millionth time since she had been married, she cried.
This relationship, or lack of one, lasted for three months.
Then on day in the fall, Mikoto woke up to a warm bed. She rolled over to see Fugaku sleeping peacefully next her. Was he ill? She questioned. She began to rise. If he was ill, she would need to fix him something to make him better. Fugaku woke instantly. "What's wrong?" he asked. Mikoto froze. "I don't know." She confessed. Fugaku smiled a true smile. Mikoto was in awe. She moved away from him slowly. "Oh, hey. Where are you going?" Mikoto stared at him. To be perfectly honest she had no clue. "Well… I…" Fugaku rose and walked over to her.
He smiled again making Mikoto feel uncomfortable. "Time we started acting like a couple. Isn't it?" he asked. Mikoto stared into his black eyes. Was he trying to…? She smiled her first real smile in months. "Oh, yes. Lets!"
Mikoto and Fugaku began acting like a couple. Fugaku came home every night for dinner. When they went to bed he told her he loved her. And when Mikoto woke in the mornings he was right there. Mikoto was so happy, that she began to hum and sing, like when she was younger. Fugaku was acting like the man she had wanted to marry.
Then the question Fugaku was nervous about asking finally came to surface. He brought it up during dinner one night. "A baby would be a nice addition to the family." He stated. Mikoto looked up. "You… want a baby?" Of course he did. She thought. She had not forgotten her first encounter with the elder Uchiha ladies.
"Yes, I would. He would be a great addition to the family." Fugaku repeated. "He or she." Mikoto replied. Fugaku flinched at that. But it meant that Mikoto wanted a baby. Fugaku smiled. "Then we shall have a baby." Fugaku stood and left the table, leaving Mikoto to dream about the baby they would have soon.
This conversation took place in October.
Nine months late, brought them to June 9th. This was the day Mikoto and Fugaku were blessed with a beautiful baby boy. Mikoto fell desperately in love with him. He was perfect. And she loved him dearly. Fugaku smiled once at the baby before explaining to Mikoto that he would be a fine ninja. Mikoto didn't really care about that. She just wanted to love her new baby boy.
After the baby was born, Fugaku returned to the way he had been. Mean, distant and unkind towards both Mikoto and baby Itachi. The thought that Fugaku had only been kind to her to get her pregnant scared Mikoto. But as time went on, she realized that that was exactly it.
Mikoto felt a closeness to Itachi that she had never felt with anyone else. She carried him with her everywhere. She pampered him and loved him unconditionally , When Fugaku spoke to her, it was about how she should not baby Itachi. Mikoto ignored that. Itachi was her baby, and she would not let the clans crazy customs consume him.
Mikoto was also very protective with Itachi. She never allowed him outside, after Itachi had wandered too far from her when he was one. When he turned two Fugaku presented him with a kunai set. Itachi immediately sliced his hand wide open. Mikoto took the kunai set and hid it
Fugaku often yelled at Mikoto for caring so much. "He's going to get hurt out there sooner or later!" he yelled. Sadly Mikoto agreed. Itachi was destined to be a ninja. They couldn't escape that.
Mikoto reluctantly let Itachi out of the house to wander when he was three. Itachi had been gone for hours. Fugaku had even arrived home, and Itachi was no where to be seen. Mikoto worried. Fugaku blamed this on her. Finally around midnight, two figures appeared at the back door. Mikoto cried with joy when she realized that one of the figures was her Itachi. The other was a small boy, bigger than Itachi, about six years of age. He smiled. And Mikoto automatically recognized her nephew, Shisui Uchiha.
"We were out playing and lost track of time?" Shisui said. He smiled upon the affectionate Mikoto caressing Itachi, who didn't seem to like that. In fact Itachi seemed to be embarrassed. Though Shisui wasn't sure why. Shisui wished he had a mother who cared like that for him. Shisui was scolded by Fugaku for having his son out this late. Shisui apologized and left.
Mikoto feeling quite relieved having Itachi back went to his room to put him to bed. "You were worried." Itachi stated. Mikoto blinked. It was not a question, just a statement. "Yes, I was. Itachi never stay out that late, It scares me." Mikoto smiled down at him while tucking him in. "So Shisui-san and I cant play together again?" Itachi asked. "Why, no Itachi. You can play with him." Mikoto was a little shocked at the comment. Itachi never showed a particular interest in anyone, let alone refer to them as 'san'. Mikoto couldn't help but feel a bit of jealousy. She kissed Itachi goodnight, and turned off his light.
She walked out of his room and slowly closed the door. She rested her head against the door and listen to Itachi's breathing even out and eventually become calm. He was asleep. Mikoto slid down the side of the door and cried. She wasn't sure why, she just cried silently to herself. She wanted Itachi to be her little baby. Shisui could be a problem.