Chapter II
Mikoto had never been one to compare the necessities of women throughout Konoha until she saw the overbearing, utterly exhausting tart try and flirt with her husband, Fugaku for the third time in an hour.
The Uchiha elders had told her that it was nothing to worry about; as an elite family that excelled in working in the shadows such trivialities should be ignored as Fugaku would only be coming home to her.
No one else.
Yet, it also held an insecurity. Forgoing the need to see another person in her household she made her way to the patio. Just to breathe.
It wasn't often that she was like this. She could blame it on the residue of hormones after pregnancy, but who was she to make a fool of - other than herself.
She could hear the laughter of the insipid woman and huffed. Couldn't she see that she was not wanted or needed?
The annoying cackle and the careless flip of her mousy hair made her want to gag. But perfection must be maintained. Her pride must be put on a leash.
She waited until there was silence.
And the sudden burst of tears coming from Sasuke, her youngest son, gave Fugaku a moment of peace, by moving to comfort him.
She could see the relief in her husbands eyes. Sasuke was her favorite. He had taken after her. Yet, when Fugaku smiled at him and kissed his tiny forehead she knew that the feeling she had been carrying had been destroyed.
There would not have been a need to kill.
As a woman who had standards higher than a gold digging harlot Mikoto knew it was time to let go.
She looked at her husband.
Fugaku did not say a word as he watched her take their youngest son into her welcoming hands.
"You are leaving?"
"No." She told him. "I'm not."
Sasuke yawned as she moved her hand through his ebony locks.
"I'm visiting Kushina."
"Oh yes, Sasuke's play date." Fugaku grimaced slightly. Thinking of Minato and his overprotective streak toward his daughter.
She laughed. "Not quite...but you think they'll be the best of friends."
"Yes." Fugaku kissed her forehead. "Have fun."