Ah, the tragedy. More angst, as promised. Ita's pov. Probably Sasuke's pov next. :P Hoping for one more chapter tonight (: Enjoy, fav, review, cause reviews make me happeh X3

Ch. 16

"Itachi?" I looked up to…Father, his eyes cast down as he called for me. I stood, sliding Deidara out of my lap, and getting off the couch. Sasuke was sitting against Naruto on the floor, no longer crying, though he was still slumped over slightly, and tightly grasping onto Naruto.

I didn't want to look at him…I didn't want to talk with him. The look Minato shot my way said I clearly didn't have a choice, though.

"Can we…talk? Please?" The way father spoke…it almost frightened me. I've never heard his voice so quiet, so nervous and shaky. I nodded, my feet moving without my consent.

We walked out to his car, hoping for more privacy. We just sat in fathers 2009 Audi R8, a small, thick cloud of tension building up around us.

"I'm sorry."

I stared at father, amazed and confused. He's never spoken those words to me, not even once in my life.

"I'm so sorry. You…I know you'll still leave. You and Sasuke. I…This may not mean anything to you…but I did love you. I do. You're my sons, and as little as I show it., I think of you two as such. I don't like thinking of you as a business man, or your brother as an employee-in-training, because I make sure that I see you as my sons first. I know I'm harsh, I'm an awful father. I just…I never knew what to do. I don't know what to do…" Father sighed, his shoulders and hands shaking roughly.

"Can we stop at home quickly?" I looked down to my own hands, which were shaking lightly.

"O-okay." I nodded, pulling my seatbelt on. Father never wore his, so he didn't bother pulling his on now.

"I need to show you something." I watched the Namikaze household as we pulled out of the long driveway, and onto the main road. Father was still shaking lightly, his eyes blinking often, probably to close off any tears that might escape.

"Fugaku." His breath hitched, and if he was anyone else, I'd say he just about choked on a sob as he responded to me.

"Yes?" His voice was shaky, his shoulders slumped over slightly as he leaned forward.

"Just…stop trying so hard. We don't want any part of you, at least not as you are now. You may love us as your sons, but you don't understand why we're leaving you yet. Minato didn't explain that to you, obviously. Probably because he wants you to figure it out on your own." I watched my father now, waiting to see some hint of recognition, some kind of understanding. I didn't truly want to leave the home Sasuke and I had grown up in; I didn't truly want to leave Father alone. I knew he wouldn't move with Minato, he refused to leave the Uchiha compound, even for Mother.

I honestly….I wanted Father to realize why we were really leaving. I wanted him to see that we wanted to b more in his eyes; More than just reminders of his unwanted, loveless marriage; More than just business 'partners'; Just…more. But he didn't see it. He saw us as the prodigal Uchiha Itachi, and infamous Uchiha Sasuke. That's all he saw us as. Even Mother…even Minato saw us as more, and we barely knew the blonde man.

"I…I cant even…think. I can't breathe, I can't function. I can't do it. I…you two know I'm not good with change. The only reason I was so confident in the production with your mother, was because I thought you two would…at least…be there…no, I didn't…I shouldn't have thought that…." Father looked sick, his normally slightly tanned skin now a grayish pale ivory. We drove along a few busier streets now, and I watched about seven cars go by us before I spoke."

"Father…I…We just need you to figure it out. Just…think. Hard. About Me. About Sasuke, and Mother. Think about our family, as we grew up. God, Dad! Just…think! I want you to find out! To realize what's been wrong all these years! Mother, Sasuke and I need you to see it!" I turned towards him now, fighting my own tears, as Father's own ran freely down his cheeks now.

My voice had steadily raised, and as soon as I realized that I had been screaming, I stopped altogether. I tried to steady my breathing, and unclenched my fists, not realizing I'd even done so in the first place. Fat-…Dad's cheeks were slightly pink now, his eyes blinking rapidly as he reached a hand up to angrily wipe away the tears streaming down his face. He breathed in slowly, holding it for a moment before breathing out, his whole body racked with heavy tremors.

We pulled up to a red light, and Dad slowed down, the car now at a stop. We sat for a few moments at the light, waiting for the light to turn green.

"I…what is it you want me to see? I can't even…fuck! I can't even work anymore. I can't do anything. Why can't you just…help me under-"

"Dad!" I screamed, possibly louder than I ever have before in my life, as I looked past my Dad, out the window, and directly at the car that swerved, now racing over 60 mph towards us.

"Shit! Ita- get down…!" I heard my Dad scream, before a loud, screeching collision of metal was heard, and I could no longer feel, see or hear anything. I couldn't even feel my own heartbeat.