𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪 (Naruto X POC Reader)

Prologue

"I apologize miss, but your son won't be able to live for long" The doctors words hit the single mother like a ton of bricks. She couldn't help but brake down into a sobbing mess.

Y/n watched from afar. Confusion as to why her mother was crying, was it bad news about her brother? Y/n looked behind her to see her little brother in her older brothers lap, playing with their brothers big hands

Y/n walked up to her brother and younger brother
" 𝙈𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤"
(Mamas crying)

Y/n's brother frowns and moved his head up to check through the window of the door and saw his mother crying. He looked down at Y/n then to his baby brother who looked at him with confusion.
" Cuida de Luca "
(Watch over Luca)

He gently put Luca off him and had him stand next to Y/n who took the little one right into her arms.
Y/n watched as her brother went into the room to comfort their crying mother.

Y/n's P. O. V

My little brother Luca was diagnosed with tuberculosis at a young age. The doctors said they could slow it down, but couldn't cure him.

That of course hurt my mother. It was hard enough after my father passed. My older brother tried his best to be there for our mother. All I could do was make sure Luca had fun, before his life ended.

And when it did, I felt. . . Very unsatisfied. Was that selfish of me? To want more, more of my brother even if he was suffering while living.
My older brother said it wasn't, said that he wanted the same.

But my mother said it was for the best, because Luca was hurting. But so were we. It didn't seem fair to me that Luca got to stop hurting while we had to live with the hurt.

My mother started to act rather cold twords me. She would show love here and there, but it felt fake. She hated me, I know she did. And the older I got the more she showed it.

"That's enough drinking for you." It was my sixtieth birthday, and she was drinking a little too much. I thought if I didn't stop her drinking she would get out of hand. But I just made things worse.

" Je, oh. Mírate, tan madura."
(Heh, oh. Look at you, so mature) Mama got closer to me. Saying how I look a lot like my father. But then the subject changed while my mother was staring at pictures of me and Luca

" Lo odiabas. No lo hiciste."
(You hated him. Didn't you.) Her words were out of nowhere. And of course I was confused

"¿Qué?" I asked as I stopped my cleaning to look at her. I was worried she had already drunken too much.
And she did, but it was more then just beer that made her say that and the other words that will come next.

"Oh? Should I speak in English? Is this more easy for you? Huh!?" Myother turned to me with a picture frame in her hand as she stepped closer
"You hated Luca! You hated the attention he was getting. You were always jealous of him"

Of course that was a lie! Yes I would get jealous of Luca here and there, but nothing bad. I was only a kids back then and kids get jealous all the time. Hell I still do.

"Mama, calm down-" My mother threw the picture frame at me. I acted quickly and ducked to the ground and covered my head with my arms. I looked back at her after it missed

"What the hell Mama!?" My mother couldn't stop screaming at me. Saying it was my fault. I really thought she was talking to me, until she said my fathers name multiple times while trying to hit me.