I bear no rights to Naruto by Masashi Kishimoto!
Itachi felt like puking. He was staring into the embarrassed faces of his father and mother, who had just stopped sucking each other's face off to notice in a state of disgust Itachi.
Mikoto stammered out her son's name "I-Itachi…" she trailed off.
"What are you doing out of bed?" Fugaku demanded, trying to act collected; though it was kind of obvious he wasn't, based on his blushing.
"Well, I heard mom breathe in like she was in pain and came to check if she was alright. Now that I know she's fine, excuse me as I go and drown myself." Itachi said quickly and then ran from his parent's room to the bathroom.
Mikoto and Fugaku sighed, relieved, not thinking Itachi would really try and drown himself. "Well, I think we should be a little quieter." Fugaku chuckled nervously.
The sound of running water made both of them bolt straight up "OH CRAP!"
Fugaku jumped up five feet in the air.
"Stay here, best I deal with this." He exclaimed and ran out of the room towards the bathroom. Where his scarred for life son was. When he went to open the knob, it was locked. "Itachi, open the dang door before I break it open." Fugaku growled.
On the other side:
"Are you crazy? How can I live after seeing you nearly sucking mom's face off? …" Itachi replied, looking at the rising water in the bath tub. This was received with a "you're being dramatic and over reacting about this!"
Itachi growled "one: I'm not being dramatic. two: how would you feel if you walked in on YOUR parents kissing while they're laying on the table
Back:
Fugaku cringed.
Fugaku took a deep breath. "Son, if you let me explain, everything will be fine. Ok?" Suddenly the water stopped and Fugaku waited expectantly for the door to open and the draining of water. It didn't open and no water was drained "Oh shizznits!"(He didn't really say that per say). Fugaku slammed his body against the door, knocking it off the hinges.
Itachi had already plunged his little, short black haired head into the water. It had only a minute before the slightly dazed boy was pulled out by his father and was face to face with the angry man, who pimped slapped him.
Fugaku held his son at eye to eye level, sharingan activated out of anger and worry with eyebrows furrowed. "Don't you ever scare me like that again!" he exclaimed, furious "Do you understand me?" he shook Itachi, slightly.
Itachi's wet bangs stuck to his forehead, his eyes were averted away from his father's angry ones. "Yes sir." Itachi was than surprised when his usually stern father crushed him in a tight hug. "God dang it, child." Itachi suddenly felt happy, his father cared about what happened to him, he actually gave a rat's behind. He wasn't just an heir and he wasn't his father's weapon like every claimed he was.
Fugaku decided after what Itachi saw, it was a good idea to explain everything to Itachi.
"Oh…" Itachi said, quietly as his mother came in. Mikoto smiled at the scene as Fugaku rubbed the back of his neck. "Alright, you need to get back to bed." Fugaku said, uncomfortably, making Mikoto giggle.
As Itachi passed his mother, she pulled him into a sweet hug and let him go.
Mikoto turned to Fugaku "I'm surprised Sasuke hadn't been awakened by all that racket." she smiled at her husband, who shrugged a little.
They both went to Sasuke's room. Mikoto kissed him good night, while Fugaku ruffling the sleeping, four year old boy's hair.
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