I hate what I see in the mirror

The Court Date

[A/N- please be nice to me when it come to how the Japan court system works! I don't know any of that stuff so please be nice about the technicality's! Thank you!]

Itachi drew nerves shapes in his lap as he sat in front of the mirror. His eyes fluttered up to look at the reflection of the woman behind him. Kushina braided another small string of his raven hair, twisting it up into the bun and pinning it there.
"Nervous?"
She quirked a brow, not looking up from her work. Itachi's eyes fell back down to his shaking hands.

"...a little."
He mumbled. Kushina leaned over his shoulder, finished with her work in the back she reached over playing with his bangs.

"You have nothing to worry about!"
She reassured.
"You won't be alone. We'll be right by your side the whole time!"
Finally satisfied with how his hair looked she rested her cheek against his. He glanced up, meeting her gaze in the mirror.

His voice was almost a whisper.
"Promise?"

"I promise!"
Giving a playful kiss on his forehead she sprung up.
"Now come here and let me look at you!"
Itachi couldn't suppress the smile that forced its way onto his lips as he stood from the stool, coming around to face her. He was dressed in a soft red sweater with black leggings and black slip on flats. His hair was up in a loose bun with tiny braids tangled in. Kushina had insisted on dressing him nicely for the trial, even went out shopping to get him new clothes to wear. She didn't have to but anytime he'd protest her simple response was 'I have five boys! And none of them will let me do this anymore! Let me spoil the hell out of you!" So in the end he'd always comply and she'd drag him over to another store to try on more stuff. She was indeed spoiling the hell out of him.
And she wasn't the only one, Itachi was reminded of that when his eyes caught the white roses on his nightstand. Kurama had left them on the coffee table in the library, it wasn't the first time he had done something like this. The redhead had been showering Itachi with gifts all week. He would wake to find his favorite meals hot and ready beside his bed. Find beautiful new bookmarks slipped inside the pages of his novels. Itachi could go on forever. He was starting to feel guilty. Was it fair that Kurama got him all these things when he couldn't give the man so much as an answer? The raven was sure Kurama wasn't doing it on purpose but that didn't stop the clammy feeling in his stomach.
Kushina placed her hands on his shoulders, pulling him from his thoughts.
"You look beautiful! Now, you ready?"
Itachi's head spun lightly with overwhelming thoughts. Today would be the first day he sees Fugaku since... since that day. He was scared, terrified even. But he continued to reassure himself. There would be police there. They would be at opposite ends of the room. He wouldn't even have to look at him. They wouldn't speak or anything. He would be fine?

He would be fine!

"Ready as I'll ever be."
He shrugged. Taking his hand she lead him from the room, making their way down stairs. As they came down into the living room they found Kurama, Naruto, and Minato all ready. They all wore suits. Minato and Kurama in black ones with Naruto in gray. Minato was helping his sons pack up all the paperwork into a suitable format to be carried safely to the car. It was raining outside so someone would have to hold an umbrella over the papers.

"Hello boys!"
Kushina exclaimed, leaving Itachi's side and prancing over to her husband. Naruto gave her a nod and Minato smiled at the two of them. Kurama looked up for a moment but had to do a double take when his eyes landed on Itachi. He looked beautiful, truly, Kurama was not simply being nice. Within in instant all the air left his lungs. He couldn't breathe, they burned but he didn't care. He couldn't take his eyes off of Itachi. He had only ever seen him in uniform or darker clothing. Yet what he wore now made him look... bright. Kurama felt his heart fall all over again. Itachi looked like something out of a dream.