[A/N: So, this is my November story! I'm just going to see how much I can get done. Hope you like!]

Prologue:

Uchiha Fugaku stared down at the tiny infant he was holding in his arms. The baby's eyes opened, and Fugaku braced himself against the tug of genjutsu, gently turning the baby's head away until the eye contact was broken.

It had been almost two weeks, but it still felt like just a few minutes ago that he had been waiting outside the hospital room while Mikoto gave birth. Over the infant wails he had suddenly heard a horrified gasp from one of the midwives, and burst in, fearing that an assassin had somehow gotten in. When he opened the door, nothing looked out of the ordinary until he noticed the unnaturally blank expression of the young nurse holding his son.

Fugaku wasn't sure how the child could have been born with the Mangekyou Sharingan, and he also wasn't sure that he wanted to know. At first, he had tried to pretend everything was normal, then isolate the baby. The reports of headaches and dizziness near the maternity ward were easily explained away. Two heart attacks in one week were harder to pass off as coincidences.

After the first suicide, Fugaku knew he couldn't pretend anymore.

"You asked for me, Fugaku-sama?" someone said quietly behind him. "No offense, but couldn't it have waited until morning?"

"No, Kichirou, I'm afraid not," Fugaku replied. "I need you...I need you to get rid of this," he finished quickly, holding the baby out.

Kichirou took the baby, and Fugaku could tell by the other man's face that he was thinking of Obito, safely asleep at home. "Fugaku-sama, is this really neccessary?" As one of the few people Fugaku really trusted, Kichirou knew something of the situation, but not how far it had gone.

"Yes, I'm afraid—no, don't!"

Kichirou froze, the kunai in his hand barely an inch above the baby's tiny form. Somehow the baby had remained silent through it all, which only added to the unnatural atmosphere.

Fugaku struggled to catch his breath as Kichirou put the kunai away. "Kichirou, don't do it like that, just...leave it...the baby...somewhere where no one will find it."

"But—"

"Just go, Kichirou."

Kichirou vanished before Fugaku could change his mind, and Fugaku sat down at his desk with a sigh. The mental image of what had nearly happened made him sick, and what was going to happen wasn't much better.

What was he going to put in the records about this?

Worse, what was he going to tell his wife?