SEQUEL TO MESSAGES IN THE SKY

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Kida-Asumi, the Captin of Sirius


Akina Isayo-Uchiha sighed happily as she watched her two children and nephew from the kitchen window. Her brothers and spouse were at work.

Even though she was, officially, one of the leaders to the Uchiha Clan, she was actually leader of the Uchiha family. It was her duty to organize the parties and weddings, and to deal with their money. Sasuke was in charge of the business aspects of it all. The only actual time they lead together was when he was going to make a business deal. So as Sasuke left to go and run the family business, she would stay home with the kids and keep their elder family members happily occupied. The only business Akina ran was the Funtom Company, which according to her Grandmas Lin and Liz, was established by her Great-Grandfather, Ciel Phantomhive.

"Ah!" Yukio shrieked from the sandbox as his big sister jumped on top of him. When they giggled and Ginkai joined them, she chuckled, turning her attention back to the meal she was cooking. It was lunch for the kids, her great-grandparents, and her grandma Lin.

The Uchiha Compound in North Dakota was almost like a very small neighborhood. It had five mansions, with a pool house, guest house, tennis and basketball courts, and a large garden.

Akina jumped and was pulled forcibly from her thoughts at the sound of her doorbell ringing. After looking out at her children once more, she moved towards the door.

Upon opening it, she frowned.


"Mom, Shiyo, it's so good to see you guys!" Yuki cried out happily as soon as he spotted his mother and older brother. Akina stood in the entryway to the kitchen, Yukio on her hip.

"My baby!" Yuka said warmly, walking over to hug him. Yuka Isayo was a petite little woman, with long, straight green hair and bright, blue eyes. Shiyo, her son, was of a lean build and with dark brown hair and eyes. As he returned her embrace, Itachi and Sasuke slipped in behind her. Sasuke frowned when he noticed the weary expression on his twin sister's face.

"Daddy!" Ren exclaimed from the top of the stairs, Ginkai right behind her.

"Lily!" He replied with equal enthusiasm. He kneeled down and scooped her up as she flew into his embrace. A chuckle had the group turning. Jin Uchiha had walked up behind Akina, smiling at the heart warming scene.

"Lin says that dinner is almost ready, and Liz and I just finished setting up the patio. Boys, put down your things and come join us outside." He said, his yellow eyes flashing warmly as he looked down at her granddaughter. Akina smiled up at him, glad to finally get away from her mother-in-law. He gently pulled her through the kitchen and to the back patio where Liz was curled up beside her spouse, Kosuke, on the wicker couch. The blonde beamed when she spotted Akina.

"Come here, sweetie. Kane just put up pictures from a family outing at the pool. And you didn't tell us that Kida was in a relationship." She pouted, pointing at Kida's 'it's complicated' relationship status. Akina chuckled, sitting down next to her great-grandma. Yukio giggled as Kosuke pulled him away from his mother.

"I didn't tell you because we don't know for sure if she's in a relationship. The only person who knows for sure is Popo, but considering he can't speak…" Akina sighed. Jin chuckled from his spot in a lawn chair, sipping on the lemonade she had made earlier.

"So do you always hang out at my Yuki's house?" Akira felt her eyes narrow as she heard her mother-in-law speak. Thankfully, it also upset her grandmother.

"Only on Fridays do my parents, spouse and I come over and eat at my Akina's house. The boys, though, are over here every night for her home cooking." Lin stated calmly, but firmly.

"And that is because I despise cooking and Sasuke would burn the house down." Itachi added, winking at Akina as he exited the house and joined them, the two ladies following.

"Food time!" Yuki exclaimed as he bounced out of the house. Sasuke, Ginkai, and Shiyo followed after him, then little Ren.

"Food time!" She mocked her father, her brown eyes excited by her grandmother and uncle's impromptu visit. Akina forced herself to remember that Yuka's visit made her children happy…and that's what matters.


"Night Mommy." Ren yawned. Akina smiled, kissing her cheek as she pulled the covers up to her chest.

"Night, baby. Sleep tight." She replied, stepping back and looking down at her little girl for a minute.

"Oh Yuki!" The moment was shattered when she heard her mother-in-law laugh obnoxiously at something her husband said.

"Momma!" She turned away from her daughter at the sound of her son's impatient voice. Her brother-in-law stood in the door way, her son in his arms.

"Sorry Akina. I was walking back downstairs after using your shower, and I heard him fussing. Mom's loud mouth probably woke him up." He said to her with a roll of his eyes. Akina smiled dryly, closing Ren's door behind her as she exited the room, then took her son.

"Don't worry about it, Shiyo. He's still teething, so he was bound to be up later anyway. Coffee?" She offered, the two moving down the stairs. He nodded, smiling.

"Thanks. I'd love some." Shiyo replied.

"Ah, there's my handsome man in the making." Yuka said when she spotted the infant. When she stood to take him from Akina, the woman of the household frowned, pulling away from her slightly.

"He needs some Benadryl, Yuka. His teeth are acting up again." She said flatly, heading towards the kitchen. Yuki's eyes widened.

"Seriously? Oh man, I'll come help." He said, standing up and quickly following his wife and brother into the kitchen.

"Would you start a pot of coffee? Shiyo and I came down here for that as well." Akina explained to her husband as she headed for her medicine cabinet.

"Drugging your child, Akina? Why back when the boys were teething, I would give them tea and extra cuddles, and that took away the pain." Yuka scoffed, entering the kitchen. Akina froze, her hand tightening around the bottle slightly as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Not drugging, Yuka. Giving pain relievers. There is a difference. My Great-Grandma gave it to my Grandma, who gave it to my father, who gave it to me." She explained flatly, sitting Yukio on the counter for a minute to open the bottle.

"Here babe, I'll hold him." Yuki offered, coming over to his wife and scooping up the infant. Akina smiled, and opened her mouth to thank him when she was cut off.

"Good idea Yuki. He would have fallen if not for your excessive amount of common sense and strong sense of paternal instinct." Yuka praised her son while also insulting Akina, who did not miss her underlying message. She let it slide, however, when her son began to complain about the pain.

He came first before her problems with mommy-in-law.


"It just irks me, Kane. I wish I could say something to her, but it all just flies over Yuki's head. Shiyo understands, and apologizes for her, but I wish I had some support." Akina sighed into the phone as she sat in bed, waiting for Yuki to finish his shower.

"I'm sorry sis. Sounds like you've got a tough situation. Well, you know what I'm gonna suggest." Kane replied. When Akina had called her, she was watching Hitomi walk around the kitchen as Riki and Kida helped Yuuri with a school project. Minato and Mikoto had taken Wataru with them on some business trip, Popo was in the shower, and Oten was asleep.

"I know. Just tell her what's on my mind." Akina repeated, a hand going to her forehead. Kane made a sympathetic noise, then Akina heard Riki asking to have the phone.

"Kina?" Riki questioned as he got on the phone. In the background she heard Hitomi screech 'Popo!'

"I'm assuming you got the gist of our conversation." She sighed, curling up to a pillow.

"I did, hon. I think that the next time she criticizes you openly, like in front of Grandma or Sasuke, snap at her. That's what normally works best for you. Let me tell you, sister, if I heard that old whore say something like that in front of me, I'd rip her new one." He huffed. Akina giggled, loving the way her brother talked sometimes.

"Thanks Riki." She replied warmly. She looked up as Yuki exited the bath room. At the same time, Hitomi let out a piercing wail.

"Fuck. I love you, and will talk to you later. Hitomi just ran into the table and might have busted her head open." Riki swore again. Akina nodded concern in her eyes for her baby sister.

"Okay. Love you too." She replied before hanging up. Yuki noticed her concern and frowned.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, climbing into bed. Akina shrugged, placing her phone on her nightstand as his arms slid around her waist.

"I don't know. I let him go 'cause Hitomi hit the table and might have busted her head open." She explained, smiling inwardly at the smell of his fresh body wash. It was so familiar that it had a soothing effect on her. Yuki pouted.

"Hope she's okay." He yawned. Akina nodded, smiling up at him.

"Time for you to get to sleep. Even big boys have to sleep sometime." She teased. Yuki chuckled.

"As long as this big boy has a wife beside him, he thinks that can be arranged." He returned the teasing, leaning down to kiss her. The room was engulfed in darkness shortly after he clapped twice.


A/N: Hitomi is fine. Just a bump, incase anyone is wondering. So yes, Yuka is not a nice person. This will continue to be a thing that happens time and time again throughout confessions.