masses of a dying breed
note1: Umm, yeah. I don't even know. I write these at 3am and it just comes and goes and ack I don't know.
note2: These Uchihas, they angst. A lot. They're so tragic, you know? Itachi and Obito are just wtf and Sasuke's fucked in the head and Madara's power crazy and mad and Shisui died and just... sad.
Fugaku doesn't just watch, he observes. It was instilled into him as a child that he must see and understand everything, so as to use it to his advantage. And even though there is no advantage to gain here, he observes anyway.
He observes as his sons grow up, one bitter and twisted, the other self sacrificing and distant. He sees their flaws and their strengths, and thinks of how he could have made them better. Not that they really need it. They're so, so strong. (Physically, anyways.) They would've made the clan proud. Even though they're drifting apart, Fugaku thinks they might be okay.
But then everything is most definitely not okay. Because Itachi is dead and Sasuke is mad and the world is falling to pieces. He knew, somewhere deep within his mind, that something just wasn't quite right with his sons. (He was never good with taking care of children, never good at being a father. That was where Mikoto stepped in.) And now due to his failures one of his sons is dead and the other is on a path to destroy what he once held dear.
(He wonders where he went wrong. What he could have done to prevent this painful existence that his family seems to excel at. Maybe he shouldn't have planned a coup. Maybe he should he could have shown that he cared more. Maybe maybe maybe. He's drowning in a sea of them, and his feet will never hit the bottom.)
There is something so wrong with this life; this isn't how things should be. There's something bitter in the back of his throat, and it's suffocating him. (Fugaku never was good with emotions, but he imagines what he's feeling is something like regret.) There's nothing he can do but watch as his world burns, and he's never felt so helpless.
note3: IFTK is stuck... no bueno.