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the burns were healed by the med-nins, but that didn't mean phantom pain wasn't present. she could still feel the flames licking her skin and cooking her from the inside.
the baby was delivered through an emergency c section.
fugaku was livid.
it was a girl. his second child was a girl.
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mikoto gently cradled the child, a dead look in her eyes.
she hadn't slept in 3 days.
when would this baby stop fucking crying? she had to forcefeed it. it couldn't be left in its bassinet alone for more than five minutes before it began to scream and kick and howl.
she suddenly felt the baby's body temperature heightening again and hissed, dropping it back onto her lap. she picked it up again once it stopped steaming.
there was something wrong with it.
it unlocked fire style at birth.
the stupid, screeching monstrosity was exactly why she had to experience being set on fire.
all its fault.
all its fault.
she felt her grip tighten on the screeching child.
she wanted to tear off those little squirmy limbs and-
there was a very light prodding at her thigh. she looked down, spotting little itachi.
mikoto blinked, snapping out of it. she managed her best tired smile. after all, the toddler hadn't done anything to her.
"..."
he gestured to the baby.
itachi was a non-verbal child. that was the only problem fugaku had with him. but right now fugaku didn't matter. he was doing a mission. or, more like he volunteered for a long term mission because he couldn't stand being in the same vicinity as the screaming, crying monster.
a monster. yes. it was a monster.
what kind of baby activated fire style at birth? fugaku would've been happy about that if it weren't for the fact that it was a girl.
she snapped back to reality, and cleared her throat.
it still hurt from the screaming a few nights ago.
"you... want to... hold.. it?" she spoke slowly, her voice cracky and dry. itachi nodded.
he may have been non-verbal, but he could comprehend quite well for a toddler.
mikoto slowly lowered it to itachi, not even bothering to instruct him on how to hold it properly.
a part of her hoped he'd fail and drop the baby to the ground.
he struggled at the sudden weight dropped into his little arms, plopping onto his knees.
itachi stared at the kid, mild curiosity entering his usually empty eyes.
