Naruto Fan Fiction
SI-OC!
(Title)
"The Weasel and His Cat"
DISCLAIMER: I do not own 'Naruto'!
WARNING! RATED M! For warnings of harsh language.
The 22nd of July was a tumultuous day for the head household of the Uchiha Clan. Uchiha Mikoto had gone into labor an entire week before the expected due date, sending the majority of the household into a frenzy.
Fugaku continuously barked out orders to any poor fool that crossed his path and to the midwives that they had pretended to heed as they performed their actual tasks to perfection, as they had been trained. Fugaku himself had not been present for Itachi's birth, he had been far away at the frontlines in Kusa at the time, so this was a startlingly new experience for him. One he was not going to miss even the Kami themselves came down to intervene. It was as he'd been ushered into a corner of the room that he'd wished he could do something helpful instead of standing by and watching his wife do all the work.
Mikoto, between the contractions and the immense pain, tried to assured her flustered husband that everything, was in fact, under control and that everything was going to be fine. Her wish was a selfish one, that her closest friend was there to berate her husband for his panicking to Mikoto's disapproval and secret delight and to yell at her to get this over with a push the damn baby out already so she could meet her new godchild. Another contraction tore a scream from her throat. She really wished Kushina was there.
Itachi was doing no better upstairs inside his room. He was pacing back and forth restlessly, wearing furrows into the tatami mats, he was sure. He couldn't help it, every few minutes it seemed his Mother would let out a wail of agony that had his every protective instinct set on edge, urging him to move out and set up a perimeter and establish a safe zone. It was ridiculous, he knew. That's why he was pacing, so he could relieve some of his anxiety. Childbirth was an especially dangerous time after all, more so for kunoichi than a civilian. He had learned this from one of the many child-rearing books he had read in preparation of this day.
His only wish was that for his mother and new sibling to emerge from this safely.
The Feline, of course, was nowhere the hell near the Village. She was going to enjoy the elusive day of tranquility, even if it was at the cost of Itachi's own peace of mind. Not that the Feline could have anything to say that would dissuade his anxieties. So she lied awake on her smoothed stone under the sun for hours until the sun finally set beyond the horizon and silently cursed the little weasel, who had not shown up once, for the sleep that escaped her.
At dawn on July 23rd, after twenty-two hours of labor, Uchiha Sasuke took in his first breath and let out an ear-piercing wail to announce his arrival to the world.
The Weasel and His Cat
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: And Sasuke is born! Hopefully I can get out another little chapter in a few days instead of two weeks, hehehe... whoops. Hope you liked it!
Love you guys!
-Nanami