Parenting 101🍡

Too Far Beyond Limits🥀

(Itachi's POV)

When I heard the sound of children crying I knew that something was wrong. Instantly I shot up from the kitchen stool and ran into the living room. Kisame followed behind me after cutting off the stove.
There in the middle of the living room, I saw every single one of the members on the floor crying their eyes out.

Itachi: what's going on in here?

A little Deidara looked at me with tear-filled eyes and began babbling out some random stuff.

Deidara: don't divorce daddy. Please stay together mommy.

My mouth fell agape, and my eyes widened in shock. Where the heck did they learn such things? My moment of shock turned into embarrassment when Kisame was behind me.

Kisame: what do you children mean exactly? Divorce?

Sasori: yeah. You don't love mommy anymore do you, daddy? You didn't even give mommy a ring on the special finger.

I honestly felt as if I needed to sink away into the ground and dissapear. These kids were just getting bold each day and honestly, I don't know how long I can take this. Pain and Konan really need to get back.

My long train of thoughts stopped abruptly when I felt something on my waist. Looking down I saw Kisame's large hand gently holding onto me. Looking up I saw a flustered Kisame looking straight ahead and trying to calm the crying children.

Kisame: Now, I don't know exactly where you all got this little claim and idea about divorce, but it needs to stop, ok. Just because your mommy doesn't have a ring doesn't mean I don't love him. You don't need a ring on the "special finger" to show all of your love ok.

Itachi: w-wait I-

Kisame: shhh just play along.

I don't know why but I felt a slight pang in my chest when Kisame told me to play along. Was I upset that what he said wasn't heartfelt, or was it just my head playing tricks again? I didn't want to stick around and figure it out, playing his little game needed to stop. This whole mommy and daddy thing is obviously going to my head. Pushing Kisame's hand off my waist and collecting myself, I focused on the original task at hand.

Itachi: I think you guys read and had enough fun for today. Go get yourselves cleaned up. Dinner is almost ready. No more chatting about divorce and stuff. You little ones are too young.

Tobi: but mo-

Itachi: No buts, I mean now and this instant!

(Kisame's POV)

Itachi seemed to go silent after yelling at Tobi. I was stunned. Typically, Itachi could handle stress more than I could. This sudden anger and harsh reaction shocked me at the fact that he yelled at Tobi in that way. Sure these kids were a handful, but Itachi-san raising his voice was irregular and uncalled for in this situation. I looked sternly at him when our eyes met.

Kisame: Come with me. We need to talk.

Instead, he completely ignored me and walked up the stairs. Oblivious to the fact that his hands were in pain from grabbing on the rails of the staircase so hard.

Tobi looked more dejected than ever after getting yelled at. The kids just seemed plain out saddened by the atmosphere in the room. To lighten the mood, I decided to set up a movie and let them eat in the living room. Of course, I still needed to talk to Itachi-san. So I put the volume of the TV up very high and headed upstairs to our shared room. I knew this was going to be an ugly argument. I was not looking forward to it.

When I walked into the room, I could see that Itachi-san wasn't in his bed. Nor did I see the bathroom light on. Up ahead, the balcony door was open, and looking into the distance was none other than Itachi himself. His long hair blowing in the wind gently while his red hair tie held his raven-colored hair in a low ponytail. Obviously, he looked pretty mad and frustrated. The dark clouds in the night seemed to match his unfavorable mood.