[Naruto] Wherein Uchiha Mikoto Smiles
Wherein Uchiha Mikoto Smiles
Uchiha Mikoto was the eldest of five children. She buried her father before she was out of the Academy. Her sister, who was six years younger than she was and six times as gifted, fell in love early and became an architect when he died. Her youngest brother was closest to her own son, and they made genin the same year. The age difference had people calling them cousins, and Mikoto thought sometimes she was the only one remembering Shisui was Itachi's uncle, not his cousin.
Uchiha Mikoto was thirteen when she was in love with a boy who had no ninja in his blood, just the sunlight reflecting bright on the slice of his grin and the curve of his hitai-ite. It took her three years, and she was romantic and intense and foolish in love like all Uchihas, but when her time came and passed she did not tell him. The friend she turned to was from a family whose name you have never heard, who knew plants and medicine no better than Mikoto did, and who had not stepped a foot inside the Uchiha quarter, and whose helped her by curling an arm around her shoulder when Mikoto trembled and cried, emptying herself from a future she couldn't embrace. Her mother never knew of Mikoto's first love and the proof her love was returned, and Mikoto never learned to think he had been her mistake.
Uchiha Mikoto held herself straight and poised through the formal meeting with the father of Uchiha Fugaku. The clothes she was wearing had been patched anew several times, her own handiwork. The calluses on her hands were to be bragged about, proof of her obedience and skill at her profession, but if the father of Uchiha Fugaku had known the burns on her palms had been brought by cooking, Uchiha Mikoto would have been dismissed from his thoughts and his son ordered to find a more appropriate object for his interest. She was unashamed and refused to be embarrassed, and when she left she saw Fugaku watching her tie her forehead protector tight around her arm.
Uchiha Mikoto didn't scream when her first child was born. Itachi was a serene and secretive child, calm through the day and silent through the night, and she smiled when her husband frowned. Fugaku would have preferred Itachi to show a temper more fitting of a warrior. Mikoto pointed, Itachi never cried.
Uchiha Mikoto listened to her younger son's worries, and reminded to her husband of his duties toward his family, and not just to his clan. She liked the person showing already in Sasuke's sensitivity, and she liked the person showing in Itachi's actions toward his brother, all tender distant concern, the way Fugaku found tenderness easiest to act out.
Uchiha Mikoto was disappointed when Itachi drew his blade, but she did not let it show. Had he given her enough time, she might have defended herself. More likely, she would have wished for some more time; to convince life to go her way.
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No, I'm not back, I'm not particularly okay, and I apologize for not keeping up with anything for the past three months. I'm gonna crawl back under my rock now. I still love you guys, I'm just too tired right now.
Uchiha Mikoto was the eldest of five children. She buried her father before she was out of the Academy. Her sister, who was six years younger than she was and six times as gifted, fell in love early and became an architect when he died. Her youngest brother was closest to her own son, and they made genin the same year. The age difference had people calling them cousins, and Mikoto thought sometimes she was the only one remembering Shisui was Itachi's uncle, not his cousin.
Uchiha Mikoto was thirteen when she was in love with a boy who had no ninja in his blood, just the sunlight reflecting bright on the slice of his grin and the curve of his hitai-ite. It took her three years, and she was romantic and intense and foolish in love like all Uchihas, but when her time came and passed she did not tell him. The friend she turned to was from a family whose name you have never heard, who knew plants and medicine no better than Mikoto did, and who had not stepped a foot inside the Uchiha quarter, and whose helped her by curling an arm around her shoulder when Mikoto trembled and cried, emptying herself from a future she couldn't embrace. Her mother never knew of Mikoto's first love and the proof her love was returned, and Mikoto never learned to think he had been her mistake.
Uchiha Mikoto held herself straight and poised through the formal meeting with the father of Uchiha Fugaku. The clothes she was wearing had been patched anew several times, her own handiwork. The calluses on her hands were to be bragged about, proof of her obedience and skill at her profession, but if the father of Uchiha Fugaku had known the burns on her palms had been brought by cooking, Uchiha Mikoto would have been dismissed from his thoughts and his son ordered to find a more appropriate object for his interest. She was unashamed and refused to be embarrassed, and when she left she saw Fugaku watching her tie her forehead protector tight around her arm.
Uchiha Mikoto didn't scream when her first child was born. Itachi was a serene and secretive child, calm through the day and silent through the night, and she smiled when her husband frowned. Fugaku would have preferred Itachi to show a temper more fitting of a warrior. Mikoto pointed, Itachi never cried.
Uchiha Mikoto listened to her younger son's worries, and reminded to her husband of his duties toward his family, and not just to his clan. She liked the person showing already in Sasuke's sensitivity, and she liked the person showing in Itachi's actions toward his brother, all tender distant concern, the way Fugaku found tenderness easiest to act out.
Uchiha Mikoto was disappointed when Itachi drew his blade, but she did not let it show. Had he given her enough time, she might have defended herself. More likely, she would have wished for some more time; to convince life to go her way.
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No, I'm not back, I'm not particularly okay, and I apologize for not keeping up with anything for the past three months. I'm gonna crawl back under my rock now. I still love you guys, I'm just too tired right now.