An Imperfect Spectrum

Uchiha

Note: Trying something new, writing style wise. Notice the difference? Anyways I altered my updating schedule to every other Sunday because finals are a thing. Enjoy because this is long as hell.

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Sakura smirked as Itachi ran after her, their hearts pounding from exertion as they neared the great walls of the Uchiha Compound. Urging herself to go faster. Sakura rushed forward into the compound, immediately dodging left to avoid anyone that might be out on the main roads.

The elders of the clan didn't like her being there too much, with her being a civilian and all. She has no business here, they once said to Fugaku when she was over, and Mikoto gripped her shoulder tightly. She was the wife of the Uchiha Clan head, and so she did not speak, but her wavering gaze at Fugaku spoke volumes. 'Get them out,' it said, 'I don't care what they have to say.' Fugaku was always one to follow the whims of his elders, but he knew to not cross his wife. She didn't carry the title of Jounin just because, no matter that she was a housewife as soon as she married, he knew she still trained when she had the time, and knew no one could see her.

She had done so much for Sakura in the short amount of time she had known her, so when she skidded to a halt just before the entryway of the house, she all but threw open the door calling, "I'm back!"

"Welcome back, Sakura!" Mikoto called from the kitchen. By the smell of it, she was cooking fish for dinner, and Sakura was glad her parents gave her permission to stay out for long amounts of time after the first few weeks of her training with Shisui and Itachi. She pulled off her shoes, put on the house slippers - Mikoto swears to Fugaku she never bought them specifically for Sakura - and walks into the kitchen, taking note of the tiny Sasuke on the floor just out of the way of Mikoto's feet.

Just as he reached forward for her legs, Itachi's 'I'm home.' filled the air, and Sasuke shifted his direction to the doorway as Mikoto replied, "Welcome home, Itachi!"

He nodded in her direction and moved to pick Sasuke up, the younger brother all but attaching himself to the elder. Mikoto laughed at Itachi's mild protest as Sasuke yanked tightly on his growing hair before returning to the food cooking on the stove.

Itachi and Sakura left the kitchen for the living room, dragging along Sasuke to keep him out of Mikoto's way - not because he wouldn't let go of Itachi's hair or anything - they plopped down on the couches. Sakura pulled a book off of one of the nearby shelves, and, looking at Itachi as if asking permission, waited for a nod before leaning back and opening up to the first page.

She had made it to chapter three when Mikoto called them back in to set the table. Itachi shuffled past Sakura to place Sasuke in his crib, leaving her alone as she made her way through the dining room and into the kitchen. As soon as she stepped foot into the kitchen, she was overwhelmed by the sight of dishes upon dishes of food. Her wide green eyes made contact with Mikoto's amused black ones.

"I may have gone a bit overboard." She sighed, then brightened up. "Maybe you can take some home to your parents, Sakura! I'm sure they'd love it!" Sakura went to open her mouth in protest, but Mikoto turned to the cupboards and pulled out several stacks of various dishes, placing them on an empty spot on the counter. "Take these and set the table, then come help me bring all of this out." Mikoto ordered, handing Sakura four sets of dinnerware.

Dutifully, Sakura began setting the table, retreating to the kitchen when Itachi stepped in wordlessly and took over. She approached the Uchiha matriarch, who handed her several steaming dishes and told her to place them in the middle of the table, and to be careful to not burn herself. This process was repeated until Fugaku announced his arrival and Mikoto quietly told Sakura to go bring the rest of the food out with Itachi while she went to greet him.