Uchiha Fugaku

"He's wrapped around her finger
She's the center of his whole world
And his heart belongs to that sweet little beautiful, wonderful, perfect all-American girl."

Uchiha Fugaku had been brought to his knee's twice. Once by his oldest— he'd heard his kinsmen's screams as they were slaughtered in the streets, Mikoto had taken his hand and squeezed as they waited with bated breaths and heavy hearts for their own oncoming ends —and once by his youngest.

There hadn't been as much blood then as when his first born became a Clan Killer but there had still been blood all the same. Toshiko's birth had been hard on Mikoto. Harder than either Itachi's or Sasuke's. The Iryo-nin had needed to perform an live saving C-section, Mikoto had begun to hemorrhage and what had turned into her third labor became her last as in the end, the maternity wards staff had ended up needing to perform an emergency hysterectomy once Toshiko was being taken away to be checked.

But that hadn't been what brought Fugaku to his knees; waiting for some kind news on Mikoto and the baby with the boys— Itachi, Sasuke, and Shisui because after nearly three years Shisui had become like another son to the clan head —hadn't been what had brought Fugaku to his knees. No, what had made the Military Police Chiefs knees begin to shake had been the pink coated Iryo-nin placing his daughter in his arms.

He hadn't known a baby could be so small. Neither Sasuke nor Itachi had been so small when they had been born.

He hadn't known a baby could be so beautiful.

She had Mikoto's coloring; like the boys Fugaku could tell she would look more like his wife then him but she had his nose's bridge and when she opened her eyes and Fugaku's knees hit the hospital's maternity ward flooring all he could think about was how those had been his mothers eyes.

They were sharper— more narrow —than both Itachi and Sasuke and not nearly as dark. The boys had gotten Mikoto's eyes; Madara's eyes. But she, his daughter— his Toshiko —had gotten his mothers eyes.

She had his eyes.

My little girl.

Her tongue rolled out from between her lips as her eyes blinked closed then open slowly. Fugaku could hear the boys in the hallway getting impatient and rowdy, he could hear Mikoto's heavy breathing from her bed as she slept peacefully, still unaware that the baby in his arms would be their last.

She's always wanted such a big family. One that had put her own great-grandfathers to shame; if not for the weight in his arms Fugaku was sure the weight in his chest would be crushing. Perhaps he and Mikoto's marriage had been arraigned but over the years Fugaku had come to revere his wife— love her —and to know one of her greatest dreams would never come true made the man's heart twist almost painfully in his chest.

Fugaku knew it would have most defiantly been a painful twist if not for the bundle in his arms.

"Hello my sweet girl," Fugaku said softly. Had he ever spoken in such a tone to either of his boys, not even when they had been born, "I am your father."

There was so much he could tell her. When he had first held Itachi he had told the newborn boy that he was head of the village military police force, that he was clan head and he would make sure his first born would have the world because as the next Uchiha clan head, there was nothing— had been nothing —stopping Fugaku from doing just that for his boy. When he had held Sasuke he had promised him much of the same, though not the exact. He couldn't, as second born Sasuke would never inherit what Itachi would but still, nonetheless, Fugaku had promised the boy power and honor and notability.

He promised to make him a great ninja, an even better man and the best of the Uchiha.

But he didn't do that with her; he didn't promise Toshiko power or notability, Fugaku didn't swear to turn her into the best— the smartest, the toughest, the most elegant —woman to ever be brought up in the Hidden Leaf like he had done with his sons. She was already so perfect he hadn't felt the need to promise her a world that was already hers for the taking.

So instead he swore, "I'm going to protect you. You won't know the feelings of loss or pain, nor hurt. Not the way I have. Not while I'm around, my girl. Not while I can protect you."

And a chuckle echoed throughout the room, a warm, bell-like one that warmed Fugaku's heart. The clan head looked up from his daughter and to the bed his wife had turned over in, onto her side so that she was looking at him and their youngest.

"Who would have thought," Mikoto said with a grimace, "Wicked-Eye Fugaku, wrapped around his newborn daughter's finger." Fugaku couldn't help but smirk.

"Yes well, perhaps don't tell anyone my love, I do have a reputation." It was almost ironic, one would think living in a shinobi village would mean everyone had tight lips but Fugaku knew if word got out that he was— would be —at the will of his infant daughter, then everyone in Fire Country would know before tomorrow morning's breakfast.

And while part of him wouldn't mind— he wanted the world to know he loved his family; that he had fallen to his knees at the sight of his newborn daughter out of love —Fugaku knew no one could because he was the Chief of Police, the Uchiha Clan head, a hero of the Third War and any sign of weakness would have the sharks circling.

And he couldn't protect his family— his daughter —if that happened.

"My lips, my dear, are sealed," Mikoto promised, "Though, perhaps you should try to control your smile. You are making it a bit obvious." And Fugaku's smile got larger.

"Of course my love." Mikoto held her arms out.

"May I?"

"You're her mother, you don't have to ask."

"Please," Mikoto rolled her eyes it was a habit Sasuke had picked up as of late, even if he didn't quite realize what it meant. "If this is any indication, the moment she starts moving, she'll be trailing after you and I'll be long forgotten."

Fugaku laughed. It was low and rumbled as not to wake Toshiko up but his heart squeezed pleasantly in his chest and a pressure built up behind his eyes as chakra flooded them and his committed the scene— Mikoto holding Toshiko, close to her chest, tired but with a face only a mothers love could reflect —to memory. The news of the surgery could wait; their boys in the hall could wait.

At the moment the only things that matter to Uchiha Fugaku— husband and now girl dad —were the two females in the room with him.

I'll protect you, Fugaku swore to the sleeping newborn. I'll keep you safe.

Notes: Hey guy's I hoped you liked the first one-shot! Anyway an actual story—either another AU or the actual canon-ish Naruto story —with Toshiko will be published soon. I promise, I just have to decided do want to write something with Toshiko in the canon Naruto timeline or a still angsty massacres-never-happened AU.

If you have thought's let me know!

Also all the chapters and quotes will be songs that either helped me write the chapter or made me think of Toshi and the character it's on; any recommendations for a character (and or a song) let me know down below!