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uchiha
Her mother rushed over, fretting and smoothing her ruffled pink locks. She didn't pay attention because long after her screaming ended, she was still staring at him. He hid behind an older boy's leg–his brother's–but she could still see the unruly black hair and his curious eyes. Every ounce of her self-control was being dedicated to not killing him right there.
"I apologize ma'am. I'm Uchiha Itachi, this is my younger brother, Sasuke."
She didn't flinch at his name because when the world was dying, secrets were useless. He'd done what he had to.
So had she, for that matter.
an. my mom is miscarrying, probably
the placenta's detached/is detaching.