A sharp pain strikes, like a knife straight into Mikoto's chest. It stings then fades away into nothing. Something is wrong. She knows something is wrong.
Sweat rolls down her face as she washes the dishes. The wrinkles on her fingers express how long she scrubbed one bowl. It's clean. Far beyond clean.
Another pain pools in her stomach. It twists, curls, and moves as if she's giving birth for the third time. She breathes, and it's gone.
Her mind travels to Sasuke, and finally, the pain makes sense to her. He's in trouble, and her maternal instincts kick into hyperdrive. She drops the bowl into the sink. Her instincts tell her to get up and go find Sasuke. It's better than sitting here and waiting for the police to find him.
She dries her wrinkled hands on her apron, shuffling out of the kitchen and to the living room where her husband stayed in the dark. Stagnant as always. She wonders when he'll go back to work or if he'll ever go back to work.
She stands in the doorway, looking at her husband's blank face. He's unreadable as always.
"I'm... I'm going to go do some late night shopping," she forces the lie off her tongue.
Fugaku turns to her, knowing she's lying, but can't call her out on it. He doesn't have enough energy. His mind runs thin. Both sons gone, and his wife in hysterics.
He lets out a single reply. "Okay."
Mikoto stands in the doorway a little longer and stares at her husband's profile. The light from the TV flashes across his face, making him appear grimmer.
Fugaku is the last thing she has of this tiny family. She takes a step back, still looking at him. Tears well up in her eyes and her resolve wavers. She doesn't want to leave him. But when she finds Sasuke and brings him back, her broken family will be fixed. They can reminisce on the good times, the times when Itachi was here when he brought sunlight wherever he walked.
"I will be back," her voice shakes, and she speeds off.
It's for the best. Mikoto tells herself as she grabs the keys, her purse, and heads to the car. Her car.
"It's for the best," Mikoto says out loud, as the engine turns over.
And off she went.
...
"Um, Itachi, you really don't have to wash my dishes, please, sit down," [Name] says, trying to pull the man from the sink, but he won't move an inch.
"It's fine, really it's fine," he says. "It's the least I can do for you since you saved my life."
"Yes, I understand, but you've been working yourself to death. Have you even slept?"
"Nope!" His voice is cheery and high energy.
It's been a week since Itachi arrived in that box. He's been doing things around the house, fixing things she never knew needed fixing, cleaning, and cooking. Oh boy, is he good at cooking. Despite having next to nothing in the fridge, Itachi makes three course meals out of what she has.
"Please rest," [Name] begs, finally pulling him from the sink. "I'm worried about you, and I can't stay to watch you cause, Itachi, I have to go to work."
Itachi frowns. His eyebrows furrow. [Name] is all he knows. This house is all he knows. If she leaves, he'll have no one to fawn over. All this week, she's never left the house, and this scares him. What if she gets hurt?
"You're leaving?" He deep voice wavers. "You... You can't leave!"
"I'll just be down the street Itachi," she says, holding his shoulders. "Now, I want you to take a nap until I get back. Please."
[Name] guides him to her bedroom, thinking it's okay if she lets him sleep there for today. She pushes him down to sit, but the blank distant look on his face tells her there's something wrong.
"Can I come with you?" He asks peering up at her and boy does he have puppy dog eyes.
"Not unless you're working there," she jokes, and pushes him down in the bed. "Now sleep. I'll be back in a few hours."
"Hours?!"
"Yes, that's typically how long a person works."
Itachi sits right back up only to be pushed down again. "I don't want you to go," he mumbles but his words fall on deaf ears. [Name] puts her arms through her jacket sleeves and zips it up.
"Well I need to make money for food, or else we'll starve."
Itachi's eyes widen and he sits up again, but this time [Name] doesn't push him down. "I would never let you starve!"
"And I will never let you go sleepless another day! So, please sleep, for my sake."
[Name] smiles, and he forces one too. He lays down on the bed, eyes still open when [Name] slips on her shoes and grabs her keys. He wants to protest, but seeing that sweet expression on her face when she worries about him makes Itachi shut his mouth.
"Sleep well, Itachi!"
And off she went.
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A/N: all these chapters are short, and I think this is going to be a short series. Whatcha wanna see next chapter?
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Defective .:Yandere!Itachi x Fem!Reader:. AU
Fanfic[Name] is such a lonely person, desperate for a relationship. She has no siblings, she moved away from her parents, and not to mention she dropped out of school. She feels like a failure, yet no one is there to tell her she's trying her best. Finall...
