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Rating: K+

Prompt: 46. Family


Uchiha Itachi was, despite popular belief, a family man. Yes, his actions denied this truth but his mind did not. He loved family dearly and, deep in the base the Akatsuki functioned in, briefly entertained the thought of young Uchiha's running around in his old home. They would look like him, as the family genes were powerful and dominant, just as their holders.

The pitter-patter of little feet ran through his mind and he shut his eyes, overwhelmed with a sudden wave of emotions. The foremost emotion to take over his mind was sorrow. The knowledge that he would never truly know what the noise sounded like sent his already shattered psyche spiraling further down. A second, more powerful surge filled him, this time with anger. The council, those good for nothing dogs, had taken away any chance of him ever living a happy life; instead he would always walk the path of bloodshed and pain. His fists clenched as he pictured some faceless woman, large in the belly with his own child, only to have a second image of both brutally slaughtered.

No, there would be no peace for him, not until his body lies rotting underground. He would never allow himself the pleasures of a family – he couldn't, not after so thoroughly and horribly destroying his own so long ago.

The man then took a deep, calming breath. The recently captured medic had told him constantly stressing about the past was doing him no good, and he had made peace with the past long ago. Not to mention angering an enemy medic was not an idea considered by the bright man.

He continued his meditative breathing and soon his eyes drifted shut, his mind quick to be filled with images of said medic. She was a pretty, intelligent young woman with a brilliant future ahead of her in the medical field. She was second only to her mentor, the slug sannin and current Hokage, Tsunade.

His mind then wandered to her exotic features, with those emerald eyes and that shining pink hair. She was certainly a unique woman. The overwhelming urge to run his fingers through the pink tresses filled him; to see if the locks were as soft as they looked.

He sighed and allowed himself, just this one time, to let his thoughts run free; and with images of the pink medic and her bright smile burned into his mind, he fell into a light slumber and dreamed of pink haired Uchiha children, however absurd the thought.