Chapter 3
(Mikoto's POV)
It had been a terrible night. One I will never forget. It was the day I lost my little boy.
It had started out like any other. A day just like the past days of the past three years. I would wake up and make breakfast for my family. My husband, Fugaku would wake up, get ready for work, eat his breakfast and go. I would wake up my son after he had left and we would eat breakfast together. Then I would go out to buy food and take him along with me. After that, there would be chores to do and a child to play with. Then I would prepare for meals. In the evening, my husband would return and we would all eat dinner together like a family. I thought it would stay like that for a long time. At least until he started school in the Academy. But that night, it all changed.
I remember turning off the light in his bedroom and kissing him on the forehead as I said goodnight. Then I remember turning away but glancing at him one last time before I shut the door. I had walked back to my bedroom worrying about the war that was going on outside and how thankful I was that my family was safe and sound. Then I had went to bed. I don't remember how long I had slept, but a loud sound awoke my husband and I. I had sat up in fright, hoping that it was just my imagination. But it had not been. My husband and I had realized that the sound had come from our child's bedroom and had rushed to check up on him. What I saw that night changed everything.
I had flung open the door, praying that the worst would not happen, when I saw my son, my little boy, standing straight and tall, over the body of a ninja from another country. I could see it in his eyes, he was not afraid. And with that, all the innocence I had known in him, left. From what I could see, he had not killed the soldier, but even so, he had fatally wounded him. That had been enough, there was no turning back.
Itachi had turned to look at me, blinking a couple of times before collapsing to the floor. I had rushed to him and had gathered him in my arms. I remember using my clothes to wipe away the blood from a cut on his face while checking him all over, other than that, he had been completely unscathed. I had stroked his head while whispering comforting words to calm him down, however I had not needed to. He had been eerily calm.
Fugaku had stood next to me and looking over what had happened. As the Chief of the Police his well-trained eyes would easily pick up every detail of what went on. Soon after, he turned to me with tears in his eyes as he had come to the same realization as I had. Then he had laughed. This was something that we both had not expected but I could see he warmly welcomed it. I joined in bleakly, though not for the same reasons. I remember I had laughed in relief that my son was alive and well, and I had cried for my son's lost childhood. Because we found out then, on that dark and stormy night, the thing that would change our lives and the people around us forever, that our son, was in fact, a prodigy.
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