Mommy Knows Best Story # 0006:
By Kaline Reine

WARNINGS: This is an ItachiXMikoto fic, and it is very graphic. Warnings for lemon and incest. Also, very angsty, and this may or may not have a happy ending, but I don't promise that it will. It is primarily about Mikoto.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Masashi Mishimoto's wonderful characters.

Chapter 2: She Hates

Madara was once a kind man, that Mikoto felt she could really look up to. But she found out later that was all a facade, just like everything else in her life.

He had befriended her mother, and they had a fast wedding, just like she and Fugaku had. The two who started the famous Uchiha clan had a long marriage. Until one day... Madara turned on her. He had always seen his wife as his best friend. He often said it. One day, Mikoto got a phone call saying that her mother had been killed. She was slaughtered by her own husband. That meant Mikoto's father was a killer; a murderer.

She fainted, and was taken at once to the hospital. There, she had found out in a state of pure shock that she was with child.

"Fugaku... I- I'm pregnant."

He smiled at her. Well, as much as a bitter man like him could smile, anyway. Mikoto had never been so happy. She was afraid he wouldn't be so accepting of this new arrival. But then, she realized just how stupid that really was... Fugaku was an Uchiha, and all the Uchihas cared about was the betterment and advancement of the clan. In short, that meant offspring. And lots of them. Even children born out of wedlock were rejoiced over here.

"That's wonderful news," He hugged her tightly to him, possessively. "I'm lucky to be married to someone like you, Mikoto-chan. You're going to be a great mother."

"I hope so."

She couldn't escape the blatant worry that crossed her features. But despite her efforts, his smile would always reassure her.

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Mikoto had thought that with his reaction at the hospital, he might have cared even the tiniest bit. Apparently she was wrong. It was like his words and actions constantly conflicted one another.

As soon as they arrived home, she was told it was her duty to still do all the chores she was expected to do. Fugaku had been quick to inform her that she was still expected to do everything a wife does.

Her vision became blurry with tears from the horrid memory. He was so cruel to her; he always was. In front of people, he put on a facade, just as her father always had. Her father... He was gone, but no one knew where he went. And yet he always with her, still haunting her. But she could tell no one. Not even her precious firstborn child. She never wanted him to know that his grandfather was a ruthless murderer. How she loather to be a member of this cursed clan!

As a child, Mikoto had been allowed various pets. Her mother had given her a weasel once. It was young when she got it, and the kindness of the young girl's heart had tamed it into the perfect pet. But she also had pain with even her happiest memories, as that too had been taken from her. He'd never liked her father, and her precious pet had bitten him once for scolding Mikoto. She'd been made to get rid of the weasel immediately. She still remembered when they had named their son...

"So what do you want to name him?" Fugaku had asked.

Mikoto didn't even have to think twice. "Itachi..."

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She watched Itachi, her sweet child, play with his little toy cars on the floor of their den. She had long ago realized that her life was meaningless, until her son was born. He was her light in the darkness cast by her marriage to a man that she did not love. When Mikoto had been pregnant, that was when she realized that she had wanted to be free and choose for herself. But it was nice to know there was someone who depended on her, for a change. Her son, unlike her husband, truly loved her for who she was. She was the one who healed his injuries, prepared his food, and did all those other nameless motherly things for him that many people so often overlooked.

But not Itachi. Mikoto had known all along that he was different. Even at such a young age, he was always thanking her; always saying how much he needed her. What a sweet little child she had... He, unlike his father, never took her for granted.

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"Kaasan, why are you married to Tousan?" A four-year-old boy with long hair that was already long enough to tie into a ponytail asked her.

"Itachi, your father... is a good man." That wasn't true. She hated him. But what made her say that? Easy. Mikoto feared change. She wanted things to be different, but she was too delicate to handle being the cause of such massive and dangerous changes on her own. But something had to be done, somehow.

"Doesn't look like it to me," His voice was pouty, and yet his perfect angelic face remained expressionless, as always.

"Someday you'll understand, sweetie. Mommy knows best... I know what I'm doing."

"Alright," He shrugged, and went back to playing. He may be young but he was still capable of seeing things in a remarkably unique way.

Itachi had been accepted into the Ninja Academy today. Mikoto and Fugaku had both been so proud of him. But Fugaku was allowed to show his true feelings in the matter, while Mikoto was forced to supress her real feelings. She was not permitted to protest the fact that her firstborn was destined to be a Ninja. No matter how badly she wanted to.

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Soon, their little section of the Uchiha clan had yet another young member. When Itachi was four years old, almost five, Mikoto had given birth to yet another darling son. Sasuke was born ahortly after Itachi had joined the Ninja Academy.

She had wanted him to be great, to be her second light. But in an odd way, she found herself desperately wishing that he would surpass his already talented older brother. Mikoto hoped that maybe this one could take Itachi's place. Because no matter how hard he tried, the second light could never be brighter or more magnificent than the first. It just was not possible.

She knew that prodigies were rare, but maybe this tiny thing she held in her arms could find a way to become a better Ninja than his brother. She was sure that Fugaku would have been satisfied with just one great Ninja son. Then her precious Itachi wouldn't have to be a Ninja anymore... He could be with her, like she wanted.

"We'll call him Sasuke..." She whispered into the night. "It was once the name of a great Shinobi. He was a legend..."

Itachi was the only one who heard his mother. Fugaku was gone on a very important mission, and he wouldn't know about Sasuke's birth until he got back.

"I think that's a great name," He replied, as stoic as his father always was. "My Otouto... Sasuke-kun!"

She flashed her oldest son a maternal smile, and patted her baby's head. Sasuke was already sleeping peacefully, and he was only a few hours old. Apparently she didn't have to worry about jealousy over the new baby from Itachi. He was always as happy for her as Fugaku should have been.

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A/N: I had so much fun with this... Well it was difficult for me to remember how this was supposed to go. I didn't have things as well planned out as I thought I did, apparently. It still went smoothly. Sorry about the time skipping around like that. I didn't feel the need to draw it out any longer than it has to be. This is a gradual process. Sorry for those of you who just wanted smut... No one's probably going to read this anyway, so psh. I wonder if showing her developing a motherly bond with her son will make the incestuousness of this fic even worse? Ah well, it can't be helped.

-Kaline Reine