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 Naruto, b/c I am not Masashi Kishimoto... I think. XD
Chapter 7: She Lives
She was with the one she wanted more than anything to be with. And for the first time ever in her entire meaningless life, Mikoto Uchiha... lived.
It was as if Itachi breathed life into her where once she had been cold and dead.
"Itachi... I've never felt so happy."
"Hn," He smiled down at her. "I'm glad, Kaasan."
'Did he only do this to... make me happy?' She wondered. 'Of course not. He said that he loves me. I shouldn't worry about it. Itachi wanted it just as badly as I did.'
They stayed together for as long as they could. Itachi had known somewhere within his ice cold heart that they would eventually be forced to return to Konoha.
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Three weeks had passed, and they were still on the run. Konohagakure had been very persistent in seeing to it that they were followed. Itachi was growing impatient to finally get rid of them all. Each time they sent ANBU after them, he killed him if his mother wasn't around.
While Mikoto was growing tired of being persued, she also did not want Itachi to kill any of the Konoha Ninja. For all she knew, one of them could be a friend or family member! It also did not help that by murdering someone, they were only calling attention to themselves. She had shamed her whole family, the entire clan, by doing this. And with the prodigy, the pride of the Uchiha clan, no less. One day they got a newspaper, and she was reading the now-small article in regards to her and her son.
They were putting no blame at all on him, it seemed. Mikoto had been accused of kidnapping, pedophilia, incest, and a host of other equally bad things. That night, she cried while he was busy making plans for later.
"What's wrong, Kaasan?" He gently moved to her side.
"It's nothing, forget it."
That was when Itachi noticed the newspaper she had thrown in the trash. "This is..." He read the short article. "Terrible! Don't worry, Mikoto-chan. It doesn't matter what they think. I am here of my own free will, I assure you."
Mikoto just looked at him and smiled. She knew it seemed so pathetic, but she felt completely better after he comforted her.
He was her savior, in all of this sin. The only thing that was keeping her from falling apart from the inside out. Itachi gave her shelter when no one else would. Mikoto felt safe with him. But more than that... She felt alive with him. No one else could do this for her.
"I was so cold... so dead to everything before," She told him, stroking his midnight silky locks. "Thank you, Itachi. Thank you for showing me that there is still some happiness left in this cruel world for me."
He just smield at her, not answering. It was becoming clear to him that his mother's mind was slowly slipping away, just beyond his grasp. And not even he could save her...
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The next day, they were startled when the door was broken down. Itachi lay in bed, clad in nothing but his silky boxers, clinging to his mother's nude form. Two ANBU soldiers stepped in, then parted to reveal a shocked man.
"So it is true!" Fugaku shouted, forcefully awakening Mikoto from the peaceful slumber that Itachi had been responsible for. "How could you?!" He slapped her awake, making their son stand and step between them.
"Leave her alone! You damned bastard!" Itachi punched him in the jaw, before his father could do anything about it. But one of the ANBU used an imprisonment jutsu on him, blinding him in place where he stood. But he could still speak, and speak he would. "This is all your fault, Fugaku! You're the one who-"
"How dare you dishonor the Uchiha name in such a lecherous, vile, disgusting way!" He was still talking to Mikoto, who was forced to just sit there, trying to hold the thin sheets where they would cover her body from prying eyes, and looking very much like a deer caught in front of headlights. "I've sheltered and protected you for so long, only for you to go and do this! Mikoto, are you listening to me? Mikoto!"
Mikoto got up, and went to get her clothes. She sheilded herself with the sheets, without answering. She didn't feel that she owed that man an appology. She did not owe him anything! He'd put her through fifteen years of hell, all for this! And yet, she sickened herself when the thought struck her frail mind that she would do it all over again if it meant that she could with Itachi. Even for just a little while.
Her eldest son was being taken away by the ANBU, still bound by their jutsu. They put chains on him, and soon she met the same fate. There was no way out of it now. They were going back to Konoha.
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And yet one question remained... Why didn't Itachi put up more of a fight? Mikoto knew that her son could have easily surpassed even the most skilled of the ANBU black ops.
'Then why didn't he?'
She should be happy, in a way, that they were back safely. He hadn't risked anything for her, and by doing so, he has avoided getting either of them hurt. So perhaps that was his motive. But why hadn't she said something to clear his name?
'Why didn't I?'
Fugaku could have easily let this go. He had forced Mikoto into a marriage that she really didn't want to be a part of, and now he was forcing her once more to stay. Why was Fugaku so hell-bent on bringing both of them back?
'Why was he?'
It all came to one question: ...why?
Mikoto's happiness had shattered that day. She and Itachi were both pardoned of their crimes, yet they still had to live with it. The village saw to it that they were not given any time or oppurtunities to be together at all.
His missions with the ANBU were more numerous, and more troublesome. He was assigned as captain of a second ANBU team, so now he had two to worry about, which was unheard of for someone as young as Itachi. Meanwhile his mother was stuck at home, dealing with an innocent Sasuke who knew next to nothing of the incident. He was told that Itachi and Mikoto had gone on vacation together, and he seemed to buy it, not thinking anything was wrong in the slightest.
Mikoto knew then that her life would be shattered. There was nothing left for her in this world. The life that she had once known was now gone forever. She could never forgive herself for what she had done... But now, once she had a taste of Itachi, she never wanted to give him up.
She wouldn't.
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It was just another quiet night, when they all sat down to dine together. A family reunited once more... But was it worth keeping? To Itachi, it was hell. There was nothing worse than this. He was forced to sit and watch the woman he loved be with another man. These were his parents, and he shouldn't be feeling this way! And yet he was.
Sasuke was the first to leave the table, being preoccupied with his pre-teenage thoughts. He could care less what happened to the rest of the family.
"Thank you for dinner, Kaasan," Itachi bowed respectably to his mother, and left the room before his father made another rude comment dirested at him.
Fugaku got up to follow him, but was stopped by a gentle hand gripping his forearm. "No, let him go." Mikoto stood her ground this time.
"Hn." He left the house.
He himself had been spending more and more time at that bar. The same one he had once gone with Lady Tsunade to. The quaint and cramped little place at the end of the alley, that was always filled with smoke and drinking and merriment. But he felt none of it. He had never felt it, not really. But he'd still rather be there than at home.
Mikoto let out a small sigh of relief when he left. She knew Itachi wasn't going to be home long. Rumor had it that he had another mission early in the morning. And he wouldn't be returning for a long time... This may be her only chance to tell him goodbye. Knowing the cruelty exerted by Fugaku and the rest of the clan, they wouldn't be allowed to see each other, let alone do typical things like shake hands, or hug each other goodbye.
She was gripped by a sadness then, a kind of grief that ate away at her soul. Yet deep down she knew that she was happy. She had won. Even though she could not physically be with him, she knew that they would always be together as one now.
"Kaasan?" He came back into the kitchen once he was certain his father was gone.
"Itachi..."
She began to cry then. The long pent-up tears that had built over a lifetime of sorrow were finally starting to surface. And to Mikoto's extreme surprise, she was joined in her pain. Itachi wept with her, and held her as close to him as possible. Neither of them spoke a word, they didn't really have to. They had this moment. It was theirs, and no one could ever take it away from them. No matter how they tried, they could not separate the lovers from one another. They had just proved this. He allowed the shakey woman to cling to him, and he held her tight against his chest.
"Shhh..." He said finally, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them. "Mikoto-chan, it's okay. Please don't worry yourself over me. I will be fine."
"It's not that Itachi. I want to be with you."
He led her away from the kitchen. At first Mikoto was confused over where they were going, and then it became obvious: her room. They were going to prove once and for all that their love was the truest and purest.
Itachi placed her upon the bed. Her bed. The one she shared only with her ignorant, worthless husband. Fugaku's very existence was cmpletely meaningless to her.
Looking deep into her eyes, he caressed her back, as he lifted her shirt over her head. "I love you. Aishiteru, Mikoto-chan."
"Aishiteru, Itachi-kun."
It would have seemed silly to anyone else. They were both still crying, even as they did this. But to them it made it all the more beautiful. The unspoken language between them told them just what the other wanted. And they were so closely connected that words were no longer needed. Time stood still in the brief time that it took for Itachi to kiss away Mikoto's pain. It was the sweetest sin of all. All they could hear was the beating of two hearts, perfectly in sync with one another.
"Itachi, please..." The look in her eyes said it all.
He slid into her in one swift movement, and then they were moving together as one. She writhed under him, moaning as loudly as she could. Sasuke was in his room, not that far away, and they wanted to make sure that he heard them. He would no doubt be curious as to the strange sounds that were so foreign inside this house, in this room.
As things progressed, the heat between them escalated into a frenzy of passion and lust. Itachi panted, moaning loudly each time she would move under him. And then Mikoto would push him back, onto the bed that was sacred, and reserved only for her and Fugaku. She thought of her hatred for him, as she plunged downward, impaling herself on Itachi's hard cock. She had wanted to do this for so long, and had kept her silent promise not to be with anyone else. Not even the one she belonged to. Because her heart only belonged to Itachi. That was clear, and it would stand; eternal.
Neither of them noticed, or cared when two small coal-colored eyes, similar to Itachi's, spotted their sinful act. Sasuke knew right away what was going on, and had run away to fetch his father. Mikoto just laughed, as she rode Itachi for all he was worth.
Spent, she lay down beside him, waiting for her orgasm to come to a halt. Itachi took the initiative then, and held her close to him, picking her up and taking her with him across the room. Mikoto's flesh pressed against the wall, and she felt him sliding into her again. It was the most delicious thing she had ever felt.
They kept at it until Fugaku raced in, ready to kill whoever was in bed with his wife. But when he saw the long, silky flowing hair, tied back into a rather masculine ponytail... He was reminded of someone. No! It couldn't be! Yes, it was his son. And his wife. In the act. And they both looked at him, not stopping even for a second. He didn't know what to say, until he saw the creamy white stickiness flowing from between her perfect ivory legs. Itachi's seed dripped onto the tatami mat flooring, and seeped into them, to remain forever as a constant reminded of this night.
The last night when everything was truly perfect. The last time Mikoto lived.
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A/N: Okay, I know things got a little weird in this chapter, but hang on, I'm not done yet. There was not enough angst, in my opinion. Well I guess it's not bad for my first sort of sad fic. I really like the way this is turning out! It's beautiful... Even if it's sick. I don't condone this kind of behavior in real life, just so you know. But I have to admit it makes for a great fic! One more chapter to go! Just like I planned... for once. Please review!
-Kaline Reine
