A/N: Remember you can always find me and see even more of my content, and see it earlier than anywhere else, over by a certain site that rhymes with Rate On, or a site known for its rather questionable questing practices, under the same name, or at the blue bird place~

Written for a pal named ObliviousGuy~

Mikoto raised her hand.

There was a momento of silence as the Uchiha clan leaders all turned to look at her.

Each of them was a lieutenant, the elder of a particular branch of the clan, reporting only to Fugaku. Each of them was an old and wizened old coot, who in theory had the good of the clan in mind.

Their faces as they looked at the sole woman in the room were quite funny, but Mikoto was forced to rely on a childhood of deprivation to try to keep a straight face, unlike their humorless demeanor.

Fugaku cleared his throat. "Mikoto, you have something to say?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah, I do," Mikoto said with a smile. "So let me get this straight, all of you are worried that we are being ostracized, right?" she asked. "So why not just… go out into the village more often?"

"It's not so simple," one of the elders nearly hissed, sounding disgusted at the very notion. "The village has always undervalued the-"

Mikoto snorted. "If you didn't go around scowling at everyone you see maybe they wouldn't scamper away from you. We can literally kill people by glaring at them, you think people aren't scared of that?"

"That," another of the elders, "is a fair point."

There was much murmur, as the elders grumbled about how it was just their resting face.

Many Uchiha, did, indeed, have the resting bitchface. If Mikoto didn't know Fugaku better, she'd imagine him being a horrible man just from the fact that he almost never smiled, and his brow was set in an almost threatening arch by default.

"We are their protectors, risking our lives for-"

Mikoto snorted. "Risking our lives? Really? We're the Uchiha Clan! People who commit crimes in Konoha risk their lives by provoking our intervention!" she said. "Are you telling me you think so little of us and our brethren that you would say we're remotely in danger from petty thieves and thugs looking to capitalize on the weakened village? I should smack you for that alone!"

Mikoto's Uchiha pride actually burned a bit, at the thought of someone implying her clan, her people, were so weak as to have to fear idiots who might not even have completed basic genin training!

"I, er- No, no, I would never-"

"Fugaku, curb your wife's tongue!" another of the elders protested.

Fugaku turned to him, then turned to Mikoto. "Wife," he said.

Mikoto smiled, striking an almost demure pose as she did. "How about no?" she asked.

"She said no," Fugaku replied. "Further, I believe that her assessment is correct, and I am just as insulted that you would disparage my police force by implying they are so weak as to risk their lives in battles with unarmed thugs."

"I, er, Lord Fugaku, I would never-"

"Just be calm," Mikoto said, patting her husband's shoulder. "You're worried about the clan, that's fine, just so long as you're not looking to make any sort of profit or just so happen to have an alliance with someone outside the clan and are looking to stir trouble within. That would be terrible."

"Exile terrible," Fugaku said. "Perhaps even pluck-your-eyes out kind of exile terrible."

The elder's face was ashen white, as the others turned to look at him.

"N-No, Lord Fugaku, I- I would never, I- you know me, I am Motohisa, I run our bakery, I would never-"

Fugaku's fingers snapped.

A pair of ninja manifested into the run in an explosion of smoke and leaves. "How strange," Fugaku mused, "but it does make perfect sense. Perhaps you may find your tongue looser amongst fellow men, without a woman to intimidate you and make you lose your composure."

Mikoto giggled. "I don't think you need to go quite so far," she said, leaning against Fugaku a little. "I'm sure the elder has done nothing wrong, and just has the best interests of the clan at heart, and may even be a very loyal agent to Konoha, a village we helped found, and is thus, part of our legacy, right?"

"R-Right, right! I'm j-just looking out for the village, which, which is part of our clan at large, right?" the elder said.

"Ah, I see," Fugaku said. "Perhaps you could detail your plan for helping the Uchiha integrate into the village better, then… Take him away, gentlemen," he said.

Mikoto hummed as she watched the two policemen haul the elder away.

"A shame, we'll need a new man to run the bakery," Mikoto mused, as she sat up, stretching her legs after too long sitting seiza, and following up with her arms and back. "I'll go prepare some tea. None of you wants sugar right?"

She didn't wait for the response.

They were Uchiha. They'd say they didn't want any sugar to try to look cool then when they thought nobody was watching they'd sweeten it with whatever their preferred method was. Or in the case of Elder Toguro he'd just openly pour alcohol on his tea. Weirdo.

Mikoto hummed as she retreated from the meeting, in part to make the tea, in part to actually regroup. Stumbling upon a traitor this early was unplanned. Honestly the meeting as a whole had originally been intended to be just something she'd listen in on, not weigh in like this, but… well, she was glad Fugaku had actually allowed her to do so.

Honestly it'd sort of just bubbled up to the surface, as the heart of a fiercely loyal once-Hokage had demanded that she defend her village and its people, and their honor, and even some degree of the Uchiha within thought of the village of Konoha, in part, as her birthright and home. A mishmash of feelings, but one that led her impulses in a positive direction.

The water was heating, the fine teacups were set up properly – she even made sure to put on one less teacup for the elder who'd been hauled away. She wondered what sort of thing the Uchiha would discover on him. With any luck, perhaps he was not too far gone and could be brought back to the fold, shown the error of his ways… but the reality would likely not be such.

Not all who wander are lost, some know exactly where they go, and it's not a road worth walking, certainly not one she'd like to be caught walking.

As soon as the water was appropriately hot, she set about pouring the cups. Her mind wandered, and she thought of how she would approach her next task, as she finished with the tea and went back into the meeting room.

The rest of the meeting would be mostly inane whispering and pointless back and forth. The business talk flew over Mikoto's head, for the most part – her education was almost exclusively in homemaking, the arts of shinobi combat, and wifely duties in the bedroom. She had little knowledge, or desire to learn about, business management.

In the end, deep into the night, she and her husband saw the elders out, the Uchiha compound guarded by many a strong Uchiha ninja that would escort their elders safely to their homes, and then retreated to their bedroom.

As they lay on bed, Fugaku wearing but his underwear, revealing the body of a man who had not ceased his training, and Mikoto in a simple gown that was comfortable and covered her almost to her ankles, they settled after a long night of work.

Fugaku, however, seemed a bit perturbed. "Normally, I would have been ridiculed for your actions," he mused. "But your wit was sharp and it appears your suspicions may bear fruit."

Mikoto hummed. "Ridiculed?"

"Yes. For my wife to speak such to an elder, interrupt our meeting…" Fugaku mused openly. "It would certainly bring shame to a lesser man."

Mikoto smiled. "Then you have nothing to worry about, you're not a lesser man, you're my husband, after all," she said.

"Indeed…" Fugaku muttered.

"Aw, come on, are you upset?" Mikoto asked.

"No," Fugaku denied. "Ashamed, but not in the way others would suspect."

"You couldn't have known that one of the elders would be plotting behind your back like that," Mikoto spoke, leaning against her husband once more, their bed creaking a little at her movement.

"I should have, we are ninja, I should be aware of all that happens underneath the surface," Fugaku grumbled. "And yet, if you hadn't been there, I might have been swayed by his impassioned words."

Mikoto giggled. "Well, he was preying on your own concerns. We are a bit isolated, but we're not even the only clan who has their own compound, right?" she asked. "I'm pretty sure the Hyuuga are even more insular than we are, they don't even have a police force."

Fugaku hummed. "But the nature of their seal does make it safer for their ninja to be deployed to war," he said. "Perhaps we should-"

"If you are about to suggest that we should put cursed seals like theirs on our clansmen," Mikoto said, her tone carrying an edge of bitter anger, borne from someone else's disgust at the practice, "I would consider your next words very carefully, because someone might discover what it's like to go without sex for a very, very long time."

Fugaku quickly scrambled. "No, not like theirs," he quickly amended. "But… just the portion of it that destroys the carrier's eyes in case of death?"

Mikoto frowned, then. "It's still a little gruesome," she said, "but it's better at least. It would certainly make it more reasonable and feasible for Uchiha to be deployed in combat."

It would also VASTLY decrease the rate at which they were targeted by those looking to make off with a pair of extremely valuable Sharingan eyes. Wouldn't quite work to prevent a kidnapping from working, however.

"As long as it's not that slavery seal the Hyuuga use," Mikoto said, "I think we can probably do something like that."

"We have no proper seal experts," Fugaku said. "It would take a lot of time and resources and-"

Mikoto giggled. "Did you forget who my best friend is?" she asked. "You know… about my height, wears green, red hair, ring a bell yet?"

"The Uzumaki were famous for their seals, but… she isn't," Fugaku said.

"Well, don't tell anybody I told you this," Mikoto stage whispered, knowing it was information Fugaku was already aware of, "but I'm told she's got an in with Jiraiya and his apprentice… Just a hunch, but I think they might be able to help."

The leader of the Uchiha clan rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes, I realized the moment I said it that I was being dumb," he admitted. "Then I will leave it in your capable hands."

She was, after all, the more diplomatic one of the two when it came to outside people. Fugaku didn't even have a single friend outside the clan, at least not friends he hung out with anyway, while Mikoto would basically just have to find Kushina and the redhead would-

Kushina.

Rich red hair, a loving, motherly smile. A tearful goodbye, a sacrifice inspired by love.

Mikoto sighed, as the sadness struck her.

"Anything wrong?" Fugaku asked.

Mikoto shook her head. "No, I… I just need a hug I guess, hormones you know," she said.

Fugaku rolled his eyes, but didn't protest as she lay her head on his muscled chest and listened to the sound of his heartbeat.

Reminded herself that the world… could change. That things could be different.

As she drifted off to sleep, the heartbeat she listened to, the regular sound, reminded her of just how much she could achieve, if she set her mind to it.

She dreamed of good things coming, and she dreamed of bad things coming, and she dreamed of tomato ramen, but for the most part, she dreamed of a happy family picnic, with a second happy family joining them. She dreamed of her husband, pretending to be angry as two rambunctious children chased each other tossing toy ninja tools at each other around him.

She dreamed of her older son and a blond man in a silly hat, peacefully conversing about matters of little import, as they quietly enjoyed the warm breeze.

She dreamed of herself and a redhead, speaking candidly and competing over which had the better, more attentive, more loving husband, and whose husband made a better dad.

And then she awoke, before her husband even, feeling well rested and ready to face the day. But most important of all, she awoke feeling quite hurried, her body demanding many things from her. First, of course, was rushing to the bathroom to release the contents of her bladder, brush her teeth, brush her hair, wash her face, and then directly into the kitchen, because she hungered.

By the time Fugaku stumbled his way into the kitchen, she was already packing a lunch for him, and a second for herself.

"Why is there a third lunch here?" Fugaku asked.

"Well, there's this kid that hasn't been able to unlock his Sharingan," Mikoto mused, using what she could remember of the stories the scarecrow had told, what she remembered from her time in the Uchiha clan, and even what had been etched into her very soul by a deep ninshu bond. "I saw him being bullied by some of the older kids so I wanted to do something nice for him, cheer him up."

Fugaku nodded. "As you wish."

Of course she'd do as she wished. Fugaku cared little what her actions were, trusting her well enough to know that she would most likely not actively act against the clan's interests.

Mikoto simply wandered the clan's grounds, and found the boy in question. Obito, his name was. One of the members of Team Minato, the failure of the team at that. An Uchiha who couldn't unlock his Sharingan, a boy who was put in a team with a genius and found himself feeling inadequate because of it.

Well, it didn't matter to Mikoto that the boy had only made Chunin because it was wartime. To her, he was an Uchiha, and that meant he was an important part of her extended family, and most important of all, he was someone who needed her help.

The boy was currently training on his own, and she approached him. He caught her coming, and greeted her.

"Ah, Lady Mikoto!" he said, his face betraying his surprise. "Am- Did you reserve this training ground?" he asked.

Mikoto smiled. "No, I didn't. But I've got some free time, and I'd love to give you a hand with your training, if you want me to."

The boy looked surprised. "Me? But, I'm-"

"A member of my clan, like any other," Mikoto said. "And don't let anybody tell you that you don't belong here or you have no right to your name," she said, clenching her fist. "But you're gonna hurt your fists training like that, let me show you…"

It was an unfortunate fact that his team leader was simply too important to the war effort to truly waste his time in teaching a team. Minato had done what he could, that much was obvious, but he simply didn't have the time or energy to devote to teaching someone who needed as much help as Obito did. And even worse, Minato was a genius who understood things when they were explained to him, instantly and thoroughly, while Obito was a different sort of learner.

So it was really no wonder Obito was a mess.

But, well, without the ability to deploy on active duty due to her pregnancy, and with patience and kindness borne from understanding and empathy, Mikoto could very much afford to spend some time and energy here with Obito.

First lesson, of course… "Chakra control is very important," Mikoto said, "let's get yours checked…"

The bane of her existence, once upon a time.

Well, at least Obito didn't have far more chakra than he could ever use, so it would probably go way, way easier this time, and Mikoto's own control was superb, when she had the experience and might of a Hokage level ninja to draw upon to strengthen her understanding and knowledge.

She guided the boy through the exercises, and could already begin seeing some of what she once was, some of what the boy would be, and some of what he could have been.

Mikoto smiled to herself. The world changed, little by little, with every step she took.

And she'd make absolutely certain, she thought, as she patted her belly, that when the time came… the world would be different enough.

The world would be ready.

Her days would continue as such. Meetings, helping Fugaku with his daily life, helping Obito with his training – and pointedly ignoring his ever growing tall tales of how he was totally whipping the floor with his 'rival' Kakashi and how he was wooing his crush – and most important of all, working to make sure the people of Konoha saw her out and about, and talking to them, and in general being open and friendly.

As her pregnancy reached term, she had realized she had spent nearly half a year living a strange, idyllic life. Even as the world was being torn apart by war around her, she was inwardly focused.

"Ugh, Minato keeps getting deployed at the worst times!" Kushina complained. "After how difficult it was to get him to understand what a relationship means, we can barely even get together because of it!"

Mikoto hummed.

"You're really lucky, your husband's too important to risk him dying in combat," Kushina moaned.

Mikoto laughed. "Your husband's being considered for the Hokage position, I think he might just be a tad more important to the village, Kushina," she said.

The redhead huffed. "I wish he wasn't, because now even when he is home, he's meeting with the third, and constantly talks about boring stuff all the time!"

Mikoto sighed. "Well, that makes two of us."

Indeed… as the war was approaching the boiling point where no village could continue fighting, especially as the Uchiha were starting to roll out the antitheft seal and thus starting to deploy some of their members out into war, Fugaku had become more and more reserved.

"We married workaholics," Mikoto said.

"Worst kind!" Kushina whined, "because you can't even interrupt their work, it's actually super important!"

Nodding, Mikoto passed Kushina the basket, as the two of them approached the hanging lines where the Uchiha clan leader's family would hang their clothes and bedsheets to dry.

The redhead was quick and agile, and she set about helping her heavily pregnant friend. "Anyway- when are you due?"

"Doctors saids it's gonna be pretty soon," Mikoto hummed. "I shouldn't even really be on my feet so much, but I was getting antsy already."

Kushina nodded. "I couldn't imagine having to lie down for so-"

Mikoto stopped, dropping the sheets. "Kushina-"

The redhead didn't even need to be told once, as she scooped Mikoto up on her arms, and with a smooth and well-practiced gait, she took off running, bolting towards the only hospital in Konoha that wasn't overwhelmed dealing with casualties and injuries from the war effort.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur to Mikoto, a haze of pain, medication and the Uchiha Clan Leader finally finding something to be more important than his work. She could only remember that he'd needed to be seen by a medic after in her pain and panic she gripped his hand a little bit too hard.

In the end, however, exhausted, sweating, covered in tons of unmentionable fluids and wishing for her body to disappear so she didn't have to feel as sore as she did…

She held her sleeping baby boy in her arms, and a feeling of overwhelming love overcame her. For everything she had lost… hope still existed. She could never get back all the things that had been taken from her, but she could find love and joy anew.

And…

She closed her eyes, tears flowing freely, as she thought of the one who made it possible. Someone she might never meet again. In her heart, she sent a word of thanks to her most turbulent of friends.

"Isn't he beautiful?" Mikoto mused, looking at Fugaku, who seemed quiet and pensive for a moment.

"He… he is my son," Fugaku said, voice tight.

"Yes…" Mikoto said, "he is our son," she corrected, "a beautiful baby boy… the fruit of our love and bond…"

Fugaku reached with one of his hands, gingerly, before retracting it, as if he was afraid he would harm the boy.

Mikoto smiled weakly. "Go on, little Itachi deserves to know his father's touch," at least for now, while for a short time he was too overwhelmed by his feelings to be his usual stiff self.

Fugaku's hand came down, a calloused finger resting softly on the boy's body. Mikoto gestured for him to grab the boy, to hold him, and Fugaku, slowly, gingerly, took his son in his arms.

Mikoto's heart filled with joy and amusement, as the stern, stiff and ever cold leader of the Uchiha clan, holding onto a baby like he thought it was a bundle of exploding tags.

That image would warm her up for the few days it would take to be absolutely certain everything was going to be fine, as she took her son back home, and dedicated herself almost completely to the extreme amount of upkeep that a newborn baby needed.

It took no less than two months for Itachi to finally settle. The idea of the man she had once known to be a taciturn and reserved individual, who could maintain the fiction of a remorseless monster for over a decade, now being a baby that couldn't go for more than a couple of hours without crapping himself…

A funny thought, but now that she was finally finding herself with free time again, between everything she did… and not totally and utterly exhausted…

"Fugaku…" Mikoto muttered, as she looked at herself. She hadn't quite returned to her previous body shape. Mikoto's eyes settled on her slightly bigger breasts, the slight paunch that was once her tight, trim tummy. "Am I still beautiful?" she asked.

Fugaku grunted as a way of response.

Mikoto rolled her eyes. "I guess expecting you to answer that one was silly of me," she said, smiling a little as her eyes left the mirror, and she approached the bed, wearing only her panties, her bra discarded already. She cocked her hips, and stood before him. "Itachi will be asleep for a couple of hours," she mused. "And you haven't touched me in months."

Fugaku sat with his back on the bed's backboard. "Mikoto?" he asked.

Swaying her hips, Mikoto walked towards her husband, striking a pose. She made sure to arch her back to show off the curve of her butt, and her breasts, hanging free. She opened her eyes and focused not on Fugaku's face, but on his crotch. Fugaku's face might not betray much, but his body reacted well enough.

The fact that she could already see his reactions to her filled her with both pride and warmth, as her own body reacted to her husband's.

He grunted, clearly trying to pretend he wasn't getting aroused by her little impromptu show, but she shook her head in resigned amusement. "Even if you're not as honest as your body, I don't mind," Mikoto said with a small smile, as she climbed on the bed, crawling on all fours towards Fugaku. "Because that's just the way you are…"

She didn't bother waiting for Fugaku's response as her hand snapped into motion – and in a single, powerful movement, she snatched his underpants from his body.

His surprised face was quite funny, she thought, holding his underwear in front of him.

"How did-" Fugaku's eyes widened as he looked down and saw his slowly hardening shaft was now bare for her to see, his arousal no longer hidden.

It was actually something she'd been practicing with Obito, for quite some time – though his use of it was not sexual in nature, instead it was merely a sort of taijutsu technique he intended to use both to prank Kakashi and in combat, to steal an enemy's equipment right off of them.

But for Mikoto, right now it served a very different purpose, she thought, licking her lips. It was long past the time when she might have had doubts about what she was doing right now. Emotional connections had a physical component, and it felt quite good to indulge in what her body wanted.

"Come on, big boy," Mikoto almost whispered, tone loaded with lust. "Let's make up for the lost time!"

Fugaku's eyes focused on hers, and he nodded, as he allowed himself to lie down on the bed.

Mikoto smirked, as she climbed atop him and their lips met together. Her hand grabbed at his half erect shaft, and she stroked him slowly, placidly, more enjoying the incredibly hot, pulsing warmth of desire that emanated from his shaft.

"You're shaking," Mikoto said. "How long's it been?"

"Weeks? Months?" Fugaku said, shaking his head. "Too long."

Mikoto agreed, stroking him a bit more firmly and quicker, now, focused more on bringing him to full hardness than to satisfaction. There was just no way she could think of anything else, now.

She stopped, then grabbed onto his shoulders with both hands, stroking him directly with her panty clad mound now. With how wet she was, there was no way it could be called dry humping, she realized, forcing herself to stop before she stroked him to completion just like that. That wouldn't be anywhere near satisfying enough, no…

She leaned back a little, one hand reaching down to her crotch, sliding her panties out of Fugaku's way, licking her lips as she did so. Her cunny, not as properly groomed as she felt it should be, drooled over Fugaku's stiff, hard penis. She panted, and so did he, and they both looked into each other's eyes.

She lowered herself, and he slipped within, and she moaned in pleasure, sighing as she felt him almost seize, as he simultaneously tightened every muscle on his body, trying not to let himself express his true feelings. She looked down as his face screwed up, and he looked almost content, for a moment, when her movement ceased, and she settled her butt on his thighs.

"I'm gonna move now," she warned, wincing a little as she began dragging herself up, feeling almost like her overly sticky pussy was getting scraped out by the thick, throbbing shaft, with every inch that she rose up. She grinned down at him, from above, only the tip of his dick remaining within, caught in a lovely embrace by her pussy lips.

And then she came down, and she forced a loud, gasping moan from her husband, and her arousal spiked instantly. She grasped his shoulders tightly and began pumping her hips, moaning freely and openly, caring little to hide just how much she was enjoying herself, bouncing on his cock wildly and powerfully, putting all her ninja training to the best possible use.

"Mikoto..!" he growled, "you're- too much!"

MIkoto moaned out loud. "You feel so good inside me, I can't hold back!" she shouted.

"Mi-Mikoto, stop, I can't hold back!"

His arms moved and his hands dug into her buttcheeks, as he finally decided to stop pretending he wasn't human, and instead allowed himself to express his feelings and desire, and act upon the demands his body was making of him.

He began bucking his hips, fucking her with just as much strength and lust as she was fucking him, the lewd and captivating sound of skin of skin, slapping together, wet and naughty.

Mikoto screamed in pleasure, as she let herself loose, letting her body run wild as she felt the pleasure peak all at once, even feeling her chakra going haywire in response to her husband's movements.

She felt herself almost floating for a moment, fully, utterly and completely consumed by pleasure-

And then another orgasm triggered, one of sheer and impossible satisfaction, feeling Fugaku's love, affection and all his lust pouring directly into her, through the slimy and sticky cream that he was blessing her womb with, overfilling her pussy with the lust and desire of several months, all coming together out at the same time.

She felt the thick fluid, slightly off color and thick with his virile seed, almost tickling her oversensitive, stuffed pussy as it slid down the place where they were joined together.

Mikoto found herself panting for breath, when her hearing returned, and she felt warm and affectionate, letting herself fall forward, slowly, until she laid on top of him. He was slowly growing softer within her. Both of them were entirely too exhausted, but the bone deep satisfaction that they shared made the two of them actually relax together with no regrets whatsoever.

"How was that?" Mikoto asked. "Was it everything you hoped for?"

Fugaku groaned.

"Heheh, so much you can't even speak? I'm flattered," Mikoto replied to his groan. "And we didn't even get int-"

The sound of an infant screaming interrupted them, right then and there.

Well…

They ALMOST didn't get interrupted.

Mikoto groaned, forced herself off of Fugaku's body, his mostly flaccid penis slipping off of her, and with a quick movement, she pulled her panties back into place to try to make sure the nice and thick load he'd gifted her with would remain in place.

She would go attend to her son, and then… and then she would get back to what she was doing. Because the calm had passed, and now she kinda wanted to do it again. She reached her baby boy, and was quick to determine it was hunger that woke him. Well, hopefully he wouldn't mind that she was a little bit sweaty.

I would be… quite a bit of time, until she could start seeing the fruits of her efforts, in changing the world, but as she held little Itachi in her arms, she knew for a fact that she was on the right path. She cooed at her little boy as she fed him, and knew that just this much alone, just providing this boy with a different childhood, would already be such an important thing…

And hey. Maybe down in the future… as much as she would be the first to tell you that the man that Sasuke became would be a man to be proud of… it wouldn't hurt to give him a bit of a headstart, on getting there this time around, right?

Right!

She found her determination affirmed by her thoughts, as she found the pressure of her overfull breasts being lessened.

As she relaxed further, she thought that everything was definitely going to be fine, and that their plan would surely work, now.