One Hundred Ways To Say Goodbye
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male › Itachi/Sasuke
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Adult ++
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6
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1,465
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8
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Last To Fall
Title: Last To Fall
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke (and Uchiha Mikoto)
Prompt: 047. Heart.
Word Count: 367 words
Rating: PG
Summary: He is blessed. He is cursed. He is an Uchiha.
A/N: I suddenly had the urge to write Mikoto. I wanted to give her a point of view rather than the blandness of canon. Bad Kishimoto! Bad!
Sasuke’s hair grows coarse and thick like the grass rising from the earth. Her fingers run through it lovingly. His breath comes out in small puffs of warm air against her palm, and for a moment a paralyzing terror shakes her and she stops breathing.
He is so small, so fragile. His chest rises and falls rhythmic and calm. The bones beneath his skin bird-like and delicate, with just enough pressure they could snap. They remind her of the tide she had only seen once as a young girl, but she remembers the calm always signals a storm.
Fresh air was heaved into her chest by the lungful. If the unthinkable happens, she can see a part of herself dying with him. The part of her that had not been killed after Itachi.
Is it wrong for a mother to love one child over the other? She remembers hating the sight of Itachi, his face was red with blood and eyes wide open. She thought herself cursed by the gods. How could she have given birth to such a monster?
Fugaku had gazed down lovingly at the child wrapped in his arms, his eyes had swam with pride and satisfaction. He saw the future of the clan.
She had seen the death of it.
The day of Itachi’s birth had been the last time she had cried.
She leaned over the edge of the crib and kissed Sasuke’s temple gently. This was her child, this is the awe of motherhood. How did she give birth to something so perfect? This is how Itachi should have been. She brushed her back the fringe of his hair and choked on a small well of regret.
He is blessed. He is cursed. He is an Uchiha.
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke (and Uchiha Mikoto)
Prompt: 047. Heart.
Word Count: 367 words
Rating: PG
Summary: He is blessed. He is cursed. He is an Uchiha.
A/N: I suddenly had the urge to write Mikoto. I wanted to give her a point of view rather than the blandness of canon. Bad Kishimoto! Bad!
Sasuke’s hair grows coarse and thick like the grass rising from the earth. Her fingers run through it lovingly. His breath comes out in small puffs of warm air against her palm, and for a moment a paralyzing terror shakes her and she stops breathing.
He is so small, so fragile. His chest rises and falls rhythmic and calm. The bones beneath his skin bird-like and delicate, with just enough pressure they could snap. They remind her of the tide she had only seen once as a young girl, but she remembers the calm always signals a storm.
Fresh air was heaved into her chest by the lungful. If the unthinkable happens, she can see a part of herself dying with him. The part of her that had not been killed after Itachi.
Is it wrong for a mother to love one child over the other? She remembers hating the sight of Itachi, his face was red with blood and eyes wide open. She thought herself cursed by the gods. How could she have given birth to such a monster?
Fugaku had gazed down lovingly at the child wrapped in his arms, his eyes had swam with pride and satisfaction. He saw the future of the clan.
She had seen the death of it.
The day of Itachi’s birth had been the last time she had cried.
She leaned over the edge of the crib and kissed Sasuke’s temple gently. This was her child, this is the awe of motherhood. How did she give birth to something so perfect? This is how Itachi should have been. She brushed her back the fringe of his hair and choked on a small well of regret.
He is blessed. He is cursed. He is an Uchiha.
When Itachi killed Fugaku part of Mikoto is relieved the day she had dreaded has finally come and part of her is so shaken apart with horror she can not move. Has he already killed Sasuke? Has he killed her child? She wants to ask why, but she knows why.
She clutches her hands to her chest and prays. A mother’s dying wish. “Sasuke…”
Mikoto sees the smallest light of understanding in his eyes and smiles.
Her body was the last to fall.