A/N When inspiration strikes, I start writing. Can't say for sure when I'll add another chapter, but I do have a working idea for chapter three, just need some inspiration.

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Kohona, the Uchiha Compound, one day before The Uchiha Massacre:

4:30 pm.

Itachi preformed a silent shunshin and arrived in front of his home, having reached the end of his ANBU patrol. He entered through the front door and removed his mask and exterior robe. He placed his ANBU katana on the weapons rack next to his wakizashi. He then proceeded to his room with three boxes of pocky, a gallon of milk, and a rather graphic romance novel.

5:20 pm.

Uchiha Fugaku entered the room of his eldest son. The room was in poor condition to say the least.

"Itachi!" Fugaku said.

"Hai?" a voice said. A pile of empty pocky containers shifted accordingly.

"Itachi," Fugaku began, "I am glad to have found you in this condition… This will make this easier. You have an addiction. This is a problem" Uchiha-Sama decided to be blunt.

"Hn?" a face and upper body became visible under the mess. Said face was covered in pocky residue.

"I respect you to an extent, you have proven yourself to uphold the name of Uchiha proudly. However recently, some of your foibles have come to my attention."

"What are you demanding Otousama?"

"Give up pocky or I will disown you and remove you from the compound."

Itachi called the bluff, "you can't afford to do that, your political standing rests with my talent."

A shunshin later, Fugaku was alone.

He was not amused, "…damn!"

The next day:

4:30 pm.

Itachi preformed a silent shunshin and arrived in front of his home, having reached the end of his ANBU patrol. All he expected was to enjoy a quiet evening in his home. He entered through the front door and removed his mask and exterior robe. He entered the kitchen and opened the cabinet. No pocky. He moved to the pantry. No pocky. He tried the cellar, the clan storehouse, and the homes of multiple clansmen. Not a single box of pocky. He tried several large markets and several family owned grocers. No pocky.

5:20 pm

Itachi shunshined to his room and looked under his bed. No pocky… Unless... Of course! Several hand signs later, first a seal and then a secret compartment appeared in the floor where his bed was. He opened the compartment. Many boxes of pocky. That were all empty! Itachi could not believe it.

"I'm sorry…" A voice from behind!

"…It seems that the Council of Kohona had passed a temporary ban on pocky." Fugaku said smugly. He was right to be smug; he had cashed in almost all of his favors to ensure his son's 'recovery'.

"…Return my pocky or I will kill you." Itachi said very calmly as his eyes flashed red.

"No. It's for your own good, as well as the good of the clan." Fugaku replied, ignoring his son's empty threat.

"I mean it." Itachi said seriously.

Fugaku turned on his heel and took a step. His mind registered a large amount of pain as the wakizashi entered his back through the left kidney and emerged, saturated with his blood and dripping, through his front. Uchiha Fugaku did not feel any pain, however, as the wakizashi swiftly moved through his body in an upward arc, severing his spine before exiting where his neck met his right shoulder. Uchiha Fugaku did not feel any physical pain, no, but as he slowly collapsed, dieing, he thought with much embarrassment, what reactions would occur when people found out exactly why he would not be reporting to work at the military police HQ tomorrow.

He needed have been concerned; he wouldn't be the only one.