-Third Person POV-
Mikoto Uchiha sang softly to herself as she scooped up the clean, folded washing from the basket in the corner of the Uchiha's kitchen. Straightening up, she carried the load to Sasuke's room, where she left Sasuke's clean clothes on the previously made bed. Tutting quietly, she bent down to scoop up some chip wrappers from the floor, and then dropped them into the bin on her way out of the room.
Next, she entered Itachi's room. Normally, she was strictly forbidden (by Itachi, no less) to stay out of her oldest son's room.
He liked his privacy. Rolling her eyes at her indecision to enter, she swiftly swung the door open, and stepped inside.
A breeze of cold air hit her, and she shuddered at the sudden chill. Compared to Sasuke's spotless room, Itachi's room was a mess. Sighing wearily, Mikoto brushed some random items from a chair, and placed Itachi's washing on it. She might as well clean Itachi's room before he got back from his mission tonight.
"It's just not healthy to live in a room this untidy." She thought to herself, pushing her sleeves up to past her elbows.
About forty-five minutes later, Mikoto had set all the random bits and bobs that had littered her son's floor into piles. One pile for the closet, one of dirty clothes, one of rubbish, and one of things to put away in the drawers. Hanging the clothes up in the closet, and neatly re-arranging them into a more suitable order, she stood back, and let out a puff of breath. This was very tiring work for her, all this housework...
There was still things that had to be put away. Getting down onto her knees next to Itachi's bedside table, Mikoto pulled open the top drawer.
In here, she'd put personal things, she had decided.
Grabbing handfuls of the random items that were already filling the drawer, she carefully set them aside to make room. There was so much stuff in one tiny drawer! It was ridiculous, the woman thought, reaching to the back of the drawer, hand searching for anything else.
A frown crossed her features when her fingers drew forwards a small tub. Pulling the white tub into her view, she rotated the container until she could see the orange and black label plastered onto the front. She almost fell backwards in shock.
"Lube? ANAL lube? Ita- Itachi... is... gay?" The woman thought, with shaking hands. She slowly placed the tub of lubrication back into the oak drawer.
No longer bothered about cleaning her son's room, she simply dumped the rest of the stuff back in the drawer, slamming it.
The prodigy, of the Uchiha clan. The son whose children were the most anticipated, the man whose children would be almighty Uchihas. The son who HAD to have children, for the sake of passing down his marvellous genes. Damn. How could she not have guessed it? Sussed it out? A stab of guilt hit her when she remembered that this was Itachi- he had no desire to share his secrets with his mother- nor anyone else he knew.
Straightening up, Mikoto smoothed out the creases from her apron, and picked up the pile of dirty washing from the floor. It was as if her body was working on it's own accord, Mikoto was on auto-pilot.
Of course, she wasn't homophobic. She just... it was just... odd, to think that Itachi was never going to have a girlfriend, or give Mikoto the pleasure of grandchildren. She was very nervous of her husbands reaction. He had always believed in hetrosexuality being very important when it came to the Uchiha clan. Reproducing ingenious young was the only thing that mattered to Fugaku Uchiha. The pride of the clan.
He would surely kill Itachi if he found out his son was into.. other men.
Shuffling into the kitchen, this one thought spinning through her head, the woman flung the dirty clothes into the wash basket, and sat herself down in the living room. Sitting upright in her chair, unwilling to relax until someone else came home, she watched the seconds tick by on the clock on the wall. She would, of course, have to have a "sex talk" with her son, now that she had proof that he was in fact, having sex. Homosexual sex, at that. Rubbing her temples wearily, she combed a hand through her hair, and wondered what she would say to him. Like all parents, she had been dreading this day. The day she would have to explain the birds and the bees. Well... in Itachi's case, only the bees... but still. Chuckling lightly at this thought, a fleeting smile crossed her face, but disappeared when serious reality kicked in.
Almost an hour later, Mikoto heard the familiar click of the lock from the front door. She listened to the shuffling of footsteps as the person entered the living room. Turning her head, Mikoto saw Itachi standing in the doorway, sharingan eyes flaring.
She frowned, forehead creased in confusion. Why was his sharingan showing?
"Itachi." She greeted, forcing a relaxed smile.
He nodded simply in greeting, walking over to the chair opposite Mikoto, before seating himself in it. Sitting back in the overstuffed green armchair, he rested his chin on his hand, and stared at her expectantly. His sharingan never disappeared.
"Your eyes? Why are you using the Sharingan?" Mikoto questioned, brushing a few strands of raven hair out of her eyes.
Itachi blinked once, and when his eyes re-opened, the Sharingan had dissolved away, his onyx eyes re-appearing, cold as ever.
Waving a hand dismissively, he shifted in his chair.
"I sensed discomfort and uneasiness when I entered the house. I was worried something bad had happened. I was just making sure I was onguard. Besides. I see now, you want to talk to me. It's important." He stated, examining his nails.
Mikoto's turn to shift, but uncomfortably.
"I-" She sighed, not sure how to admit to her son that she had, in effect, snooped around his room. "I was cleaning your room, and I found the anal lubrication in your bedside table drawer."
Itachi's head snapped up, eyes burning into his mothers. A look that was a cross between shock and horror was plastered onto his handsome features, his hand clenched into a tight fist.
"You what?"
Mikoto gulped audibly. This was going to be tough.
"I found the lubrication. Itachi, I know that you're gay." She nervously wrung her hands together, awaiting another reaction.
Silence for a few minutes.
"Do you mind?" Itachi hissed, eyes trained on the floor, dark eyelashes blocking the orbs from his mother's view.
Mikoto thought for a moment.
"No. But your father might. We can't tell him. He won't like it- at all." She explained sadly, twisting a strand of hair around a slender finger.
Itachi nodded emotionlessly.
"That bastard wouldn't, would he?" He growled, clenching his fists so hard that his nails pierced the skin and drew blood.
Huffing angrily, Mikoto threw herself up from her chair, and marched over to her eldest son.
Before his reflexes could kick in, she had taken his chin in her hand, and held on tightly. She brought his head up and forced him to look into her eyes. She watched, breathing heavily from fury, as the blood red sharingan leaked into the iris of her son's eyes, the small apostrophe shaped black marks swirling into place. Clenching her jaw, she put her face close to his.
"I've told you before. Never. Speak. Of. Your. Father. That. Way." She warned, wrenching her hand away.
She pulled back from Itachi, whose own anger was flashing dangerously in the scarlet eyes.
She looked down at him.
"I've accepted you. But I fear he might not. Don't tell Sasuke, either. I don't want him turning against you. Nor do I want two sons incapable of providing me with grandchildren. Do not take offence, I love you for who you are, but do not- influence him. At all. Try to stay away from him for a while..." She whispered sadly, barely audible.
Turning her back on her son, she started towards the door.
Stopping at the exit, she turned her head to look back at Itachi, whose furious gaze still was locked upon the wooden floorboards.
"Itachi, who is it that you... are seeing?" She had to know the answer, for some reason she couldn't understand.
Despite having just viciously cut her son with her words, her motherly instinct was slowly drifting up, and she had to know if Itachi was safe.
Itachi let out a low grumble. He couldn't believe she'd dare ask such a personal question after.. threatening him!
Who the hell did she think she was? Warning him to stay away from Sasuke! As if! When she had first confronted him, Itachi was so, so worried. What if she found out about Sasuke and him? Homosexuality was one thing, but incest... that was on a whole other level. Completely. He almost ran out of the room, as he was struggling so much to come up with an answer.
"I... can't tell you." He stood up at walked up to his mother, whose brow was furrowed in confusion and hurt, at rejection.
When he was standing next to her, he didn't turn to look at her, but said:
"And I'm not fucking staying away from Sasuke." He growled, harshly.
He left his mother standing silently in the room, eyes watering with worry and confusion. When did she fall so far away from her kids?
They had both grown up so fast. Sasuke had a girlfriend- she smiled at this thought- and Itachi had a... boyfriend.
Yet neither would let slip a single answer. Mikoto bit her lip anxiously, thoughts of bad things immediately flying into her mind.
Shaking her head to clear it, she blocked out any negative thoughts, and left the room, to finish her chores.
She just hoped both her children weren't doing anything she didn't approve of.