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The scarecrow and the crow
Chapter 4 – Secrets
Itachi wakes from the loss of warmth. He feels the immediate change in the atmosphere. The walls, ceiling and floor became menacing. The air became dark and thick. It suddenly became hard to breathe. Itachi knows this feeling too well so he just closes his eyes and pretends not to notice his father’s presence.
“Fugaku!”
Itachi feels sorry. There’s no need for Mikoto to whisper as he’s already awake. Just as to not let her efforts go to waste, Itachi keeps his eyes shut.
“Come.”
At the one word command, the bed sheets rustle and Itachi feels her mother’s weight shift in the mattress. He hears hurried footsteps moving towards the door and out of the room. Only when the door closes that Itachi sits up. He keeps his eyes closed and tries to focus on the footsteps, trying to follow them. He knows every creak of the floorboard and tries to locate them with the map in his head.
The footsteps begin to get faint but Itachi can still hear them. They turn left towards the inner garden. With hurried footsteps they turn right, passing the study and into the innermost part of the house. They suddenly stop. A door closes and then –
A muffled scream.
One part of him tells Itachi to stay in the room and try to sleep again like he usually does. The other part of him tells Itachi that something is amiss. There were no other people in the house; Fugaku usually had visitors late in the night and Mikoto served them tea. If Fugaku wanted to have a talk with his wife, they usually did that in the next room like what they did the night before.
“Not so loud Fugaku.” Mikoto’s voice was rising to match the timbre of her husband’s voice. “Itachi is sleeping in the next room.”
“He has done nothing but sleep.” Itachi could hear the indignation in Fukagu’s voice. “We are at war Mikoto. Do you not understand what this means?”
“He is still a child.” Mikoto answered. “With your guidance, he will become as strong as you are.” She managed to keep her voice steady. It was obvious to Itachi that she was fighting to keep her composure.
“As his mother, I should have known your love for him will cloud your judgement.” Fugaku’s voice had a mixture of anger and disappointment. “How long do you plan to hide it from me? I do not need the Hyuuga telling me that my son is weak.”
“He has weak constitution. He may grow up to be a sickly child.” Mikoto puts an incredible amount of stress in the second word. She was sure Fugaku heard it the first time but the mother decides to emphasize her point. Her son is not sick. He may grow up to be a sickly child but he is not sick. “He may grow up to be a sickly child. Those were the Hyuuga’s exact words.”
Fugaku remained unfazed. There are a few in Konohagakure that the head of the clan trusted. The Hyuuga was a noble clan much like the Uchiha. More than that, Fukagu acknowledged the Byakugan that the Hyuuga possessed. It was a powerful dojutsu that matched the Uchiha’s Sharingan. It was power that Fugaku recognized and only few are powerful enough to deserve Fugaku’s respect.
“All the more reason to do this.” The words come out of Fukagu in a calm yet unforgiving tone. “Take responsibility.”
“Yes, my husband.” Mikoto answered.
Itachi sits up his bed and exits his room. He follows the trail of the footsteps in his head and walks the dark corridors of the house. He passes the study and hears another muffled cry from his mother from afar.
The alarm in her voice makes Itachi speed up. Noises are coming from one of the rooms in the far right of the corridor. He recognizes the voices belonging to his mother and father but could not comprehend the words they are saying. Itachi walks on. The unintelligible noises grow louder with every step.
Itachi arrives in front of the room. He stands at the door, puzzling over the strange sounds. Mikoto and Fugaku are not talking to each other, nor are they arguing as they typically do. Itachi wonders what they could have been doing.
Itachi looks inside the room through the slightly open door.
The moonlight passing through the paper walls reflect in the people in the room. Itachi could make out two figures sprawling on the mattress. They have their bodies pressed into each other; limbs were tangling at one another’s, hands frantic and feet quivering.
The unintelligible noises were coming from Mikoto who was mewling as if she was in pain and Fugaku who was grunting in a steady rhythm.
“I…ta…chi…” Mikoto manages to say between deep intakes of breath. “…may…hear…us…” She tries to control her voice but in the end holds her breath and lets out a high-pitched cry.
Itachi freezes at the sound. He tries to hide his presence right away. He begins to understand that he is not supposed to hear this. He is not supposed to hear her mother’s cries of pleasure.
Fugaku silences her with his mouth. Mikoto reciprocates. They moved their lips, teeth and tongue as though they were trying to consume each other, devouring everything their mouths touched.
Itachi stands mesmerized at the sight. He never knew people could be this close. Mikoto and Fugaku actions are always prim and formal. There was always a distance. Itachi could clearly see an imaginary gap between them, as if there was a wall that separated them from each other.
But now, seeing them like this, looking so hungry for each other, so desperate for the other’s touch – Itachi can’t help but be surprised.
“So beautiful.” Fugaku breathes in his wife’s ear as he caressed her hair, tucking it carefully behind her ear. With great caution, he positions her in the middle of the mattress and towers over her, eyes declaring adoration and worship at her bare form.
Itachi watches what seems like fire burning in his father’s eyes. They had never looked so full of emotion before, so full of desire and elation. The once cold, disapproving eyes are now warm and accepting.
“Oh my husband…” Mikoto stretches out her hand to touch Fukagu’s face as they continue to lie down. Itachi sees a smile forming in Mikoto’s lips. A tear trails down her eye but she continues to smile. She’s happy – an emotion she does not usually show towards Fugaku.
Itachi feels a change in the room. The atmosphere has changed. It does not feel heavy. His heart feels light and he could breathe much easier. The pressure bounds him, chokes him, has lifted and he feels free.
At that moment, Itachi realizes he has stopped masking his presence.
Slowly, Itachi begins to understand. These feelings are dangerous. These moments of intimacy are moments when your guard is down, when your vulnerabilities are exposed, when you are defenceless. The walls are kept in place for this particular reason.
Itachi watches them until they no longer moved and surrendered themselves to sleep. Fugaku embraces Mikoto while they lay. Itachi etches the image in his mind - how rare is it to see such contented and peaceful expression on their faces.
Itachi stays outside the room just watching over them. How he wished his heart would stay as light as it is now. But he could only wish.
Fugaku and Mikoto stir from their sleep and they release their embrace.
The atmosphere has changed. Itachi masks his presence.
He feels a weight in his heart once again.
-=oOo=-
A/N: Thank for reading. What do you think? Please comment, criticize, anything...
Chapter 4 – Secrets
Itachi wakes from the loss of warmth. He feels the immediate change in the atmosphere. The walls, ceiling and floor became menacing. The air became dark and thick. It suddenly became hard to breathe. Itachi knows this feeling too well so he just closes his eyes and pretends not to notice his father’s presence.
“Fugaku!”
Itachi feels sorry. There’s no need for Mikoto to whisper as he’s already awake. Just as to not let her efforts go to waste, Itachi keeps his eyes shut.
“Come.”
At the one word command, the bed sheets rustle and Itachi feels her mother’s weight shift in the mattress. He hears hurried footsteps moving towards the door and out of the room. Only when the door closes that Itachi sits up. He keeps his eyes closed and tries to focus on the footsteps, trying to follow them. He knows every creak of the floorboard and tries to locate them with the map in his head.
The footsteps begin to get faint but Itachi can still hear them. They turn left towards the inner garden. With hurried footsteps they turn right, passing the study and into the innermost part of the house. They suddenly stop. A door closes and then –
A muffled scream.
One part of him tells Itachi to stay in the room and try to sleep again like he usually does. The other part of him tells Itachi that something is amiss. There were no other people in the house; Fugaku usually had visitors late in the night and Mikoto served them tea. If Fugaku wanted to have a talk with his wife, they usually did that in the next room like what they did the night before.
“Not so loud Fugaku.” Mikoto’s voice was rising to match the timbre of her husband’s voice. “Itachi is sleeping in the next room.”
“He has done nothing but sleep.” Itachi could hear the indignation in Fukagu’s voice. “We are at war Mikoto. Do you not understand what this means?”
“He is still a child.” Mikoto answered. “With your guidance, he will become as strong as you are.” She managed to keep her voice steady. It was obvious to Itachi that she was fighting to keep her composure.
“As his mother, I should have known your love for him will cloud your judgement.” Fugaku’s voice had a mixture of anger and disappointment. “How long do you plan to hide it from me? I do not need the Hyuuga telling me that my son is weak.”
“He has weak constitution. He may grow up to be a sickly child.” Mikoto puts an incredible amount of stress in the second word. She was sure Fugaku heard it the first time but the mother decides to emphasize her point. Her son is not sick. He may grow up to be a sickly child but he is not sick. “He may grow up to be a sickly child. Those were the Hyuuga’s exact words.”
Fugaku remained unfazed. There are a few in Konohagakure that the head of the clan trusted. The Hyuuga was a noble clan much like the Uchiha. More than that, Fukagu acknowledged the Byakugan that the Hyuuga possessed. It was a powerful dojutsu that matched the Uchiha’s Sharingan. It was power that Fugaku recognized and only few are powerful enough to deserve Fugaku’s respect.
“All the more reason to do this.” The words come out of Fukagu in a calm yet unforgiving tone. “Take responsibility.”
“Yes, my husband.” Mikoto answered.
Itachi sits up his bed and exits his room. He follows the trail of the footsteps in his head and walks the dark corridors of the house. He passes the study and hears another muffled cry from his mother from afar.
The alarm in her voice makes Itachi speed up. Noises are coming from one of the rooms in the far right of the corridor. He recognizes the voices belonging to his mother and father but could not comprehend the words they are saying. Itachi walks on. The unintelligible noises grow louder with every step.
Itachi arrives in front of the room. He stands at the door, puzzling over the strange sounds. Mikoto and Fugaku are not talking to each other, nor are they arguing as they typically do. Itachi wonders what they could have been doing.
Itachi looks inside the room through the slightly open door.
The moonlight passing through the paper walls reflect in the people in the room. Itachi could make out two figures sprawling on the mattress. They have their bodies pressed into each other; limbs were tangling at one another’s, hands frantic and feet quivering.
The unintelligible noises were coming from Mikoto who was mewling as if she was in pain and Fugaku who was grunting in a steady rhythm.
“I…ta…chi…” Mikoto manages to say between deep intakes of breath. “…may…hear…us…” She tries to control her voice but in the end holds her breath and lets out a high-pitched cry.
Itachi freezes at the sound. He tries to hide his presence right away. He begins to understand that he is not supposed to hear this. He is not supposed to hear her mother’s cries of pleasure.
Fugaku silences her with his mouth. Mikoto reciprocates. They moved their lips, teeth and tongue as though they were trying to consume each other, devouring everything their mouths touched.
Itachi stands mesmerized at the sight. He never knew people could be this close. Mikoto and Fugaku actions are always prim and formal. There was always a distance. Itachi could clearly see an imaginary gap between them, as if there was a wall that separated them from each other.
But now, seeing them like this, looking so hungry for each other, so desperate for the other’s touch – Itachi can’t help but be surprised.
“So beautiful.” Fugaku breathes in his wife’s ear as he caressed her hair, tucking it carefully behind her ear. With great caution, he positions her in the middle of the mattress and towers over her, eyes declaring adoration and worship at her bare form.
Itachi watches what seems like fire burning in his father’s eyes. They had never looked so full of emotion before, so full of desire and elation. The once cold, disapproving eyes are now warm and accepting.
“Oh my husband…” Mikoto stretches out her hand to touch Fukagu’s face as they continue to lie down. Itachi sees a smile forming in Mikoto’s lips. A tear trails down her eye but she continues to smile. She’s happy – an emotion she does not usually show towards Fugaku.
Itachi feels a change in the room. The atmosphere has changed. It does not feel heavy. His heart feels light and he could breathe much easier. The pressure bounds him, chokes him, has lifted and he feels free.
At that moment, Itachi realizes he has stopped masking his presence.
Slowly, Itachi begins to understand. These feelings are dangerous. These moments of intimacy are moments when your guard is down, when your vulnerabilities are exposed, when you are defenceless. The walls are kept in place for this particular reason.
Itachi watches them until they no longer moved and surrendered themselves to sleep. Fugaku embraces Mikoto while they lay. Itachi etches the image in his mind - how rare is it to see such contented and peaceful expression on their faces.
Itachi stays outside the room just watching over them. How he wished his heart would stay as light as it is now. But he could only wish.
Fugaku and Mikoto stir from their sleep and they release their embrace.
The atmosphere has changed. Itachi masks his presence.
He feels a weight in his heart once again.
-=oOo=-
A/N: Thank for reading. What do you think? Please comment, criticize, anything...
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