So, a look inside Itachi's head...I wanted more emotion here, don't know if i'm portraying it well enough? Thanks for all the favs, follows, and reviews! (:

Ch.14 *Itachi's POV*

Seeing Sasuke like this was more painful than I would've thought. It wasn't often that I saw my baby brother fall apart like this, and even less often did I see Naruto actually step in to comfort him. I honestly did think he was taking this a little…too close to heart. Though, Father was being quite rash, and harsh, about everything he's layed on us. And going by the small, warm smile on Minato's face, I'd be willing to bet that he thinks this is Sasuke and Naruto's way of working things out. More like breaking down…

"Father. I need to speak with you about future…plans and accommodations." I looked to Father, feeling a familiar emotion building up as he kissed Minato quickly, even allowing his thin lips to curve at the corners, showing off a foreign gesture; Smiling.

I looked down at the floor, my eyes carefully tracing the subtle grey lines in the white carpet's design, as Father walked past me and into the kitchen, my own feet slowly following.

"Why did you really need to talk to me? Father crossed his arms, leaning back against the chic, off-white marble counter. I couldn't physically bring myself to look up t the mans face, simply dragging myself forward, and into a small, black stool with several bright paint splats, and a finger-painted 'D'. Deidara's seat, obviously.

"I…Father. Who are you expecting Sasuke and I to follow?" I could see the way his posture flinched slightly, his arms uncrossing, and re-crossing.

"What? I'm not saying you boys have to choose-

"Because personally, I wouldn't have to think twice about my decision. Mother took care of us while we grew up. You were never around, and if you were ,you were shoving pointless expectations we were to live up to, in our faces. Even before we understood our family, or our duties. Mother only told us that she loved us, as ourselves, and wouldn't have us any different. Knowing that, if you were in my place, which would you choose? You, or mother?"

I looked up to Father now, seeing his bewildered face staring back at me, his eyes wide, and mouth open, forming nothing but wordless stutters.

"Father, I'm sorry. But Sasuke is right. We barely knew you before- you never spoke, never had any time for us. At least we know Minato spent quality time with his own sons, however dead inside he may have been after Kushina-san's death." I spoke with respect towards the red-headed woman, simply because she was very good friends with my mother, and was around often to help when I was very young. From what I remembered of her, she was a fierce, but kind, caring woman. I would not disrespect someone like her, dead or alive, even if my Father seemed to hate her.

Even as I spoke her name now, he flinched again. His left eye barely twitched, along with his shoulder. His fists clenched, and his face hardened, just slightly.

"I tried to spend time with you, but you know why I couldn't. I'm not stable, emotionally, or otherwise, Itachi. You know that. And my job doesn't exactly call for extra time off for my children, no matter how diligently I work." I shook my head, he always blamed his work.

"You're here now, aren't you?" He just glared at me, standing straight, walking towards the living room.

"Father… I know you aren't…none of us are…Dad." Father tensed immediately, hearing that title. I hadn't called him 'Dad' since I was five years old, my uncle saying that it was improper; immature.

"I-Itachi…" I turned to face him, hugging him from behind, before I quickly stomped around him, giving a hard look that clearly spoke of the thin ties between us that had been broken.

"As of now, Father, I no longer consider you anymore than a business…partner, of sorts. You decided to take up relations outside of family, and work, and now you hold that higher than your own life. If that's the case, which I can clearly see, then you shouldn't miss Sasuke or I after we move our things along with Mother's." I walked to the living room doorway, before stopping again, not looking back to my shocked, though otherwise blank, Father. "Oh, and have a good time with Minato. Hope you don't run into any…problems."

I continued back into the living room, smiling gently at the questioning Minato. I walked over to where the blonde man stood, and leaned in, speaking quietly, so that Naruto nor Sasuke could no longer hear our short conversation.

"He's just…shaken, I suppose. I told him that Sasuke and I needed time, and we were going to spend more time with Mother, and possibly move with her." Minato sighed, his shoulders slumping. He nodded though, and moved away, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"I know you hate him Itachi. If I were you, I would too. I really would." Minato never looked back up, as he moved to the kitchen.

I'm sure you would…

A little of Minato's thinking comes in at the end, and I'll be playing more into what he means in the next chapter or so. So ,now that you've **hopefully** enjoyed, maybe you could put in a Review? (:(:(:(:(:(:(:(: