Title:Of roughhousing and well-behaved children.
Series: Naruto
Characters: Mikoto, with mentions of her family and the Inuzukas.
Genre: Perspective/introspective
Rating: G
Notes: I love writing stuff for Mikoto, can you tell?



"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

Mikoto and Mrs. Inuzuka looked up from their tea sweets and conversation at the same time as a scruffy-haired boy came barrelling into the room, covered in ink and screaming.

"HANA WAS MAKING EXPLOSIVE TAGS AGAIN AND AKAMARU WANTED TO PLAY SO I WAS CHASING HIM AND HE RAN INTO HANA'S ROOM AND HANA THREW HER INKSTONE AT US AND THREATENED TO HIT ME!"

"I'M NOT MAKING EXPLOSIVE TAGS, THE LITTLE TURD IS LYING, AND AKAMARU PULLED MY SCROLL OFF THE TABLE AND KNOCKED THE INKSTONE OFF, I DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH IT!" Hana stormed into the room after Kiba, similarily covered in ink. She stopped when she saw Mikoto and turned, coughing. "Sorry, Mrs. Uchiha."

"It's alright, Miss Hana, I was about to leave. Thank you for letting me visit, Tsume." Mikoto replied, laughing it off and standing. The matron of the Inuzuka clan apologized again for the commotion (even as she scolded her kids), but Mikoto waved it off, reminding the other woman that she had two kids of her own and a dinner at home to cook.

Yet, as she walked the bustling streets of Konoha, Mikoto took notice of the other mothers walking through the market with their children, and felt a little sad, wondering when (if at all) tonight her eldest would return home from his mission, and if Sasuke had come straight home or if he'd really found friends to play with. The thought was somewhat sad, and she walked faster, anxious to return to her home, with its distractions of cleaning and mending and cooking to occupy her mind.

Because, though she loved how well-behaved and quiet her sons were, she often found herself longing for a noisy house, with toads and lizards underfoot and messy rooms to scold her roughhousing boys over. She found that, as much a relief as it was to not worry about their health and safety, she rather enjoyed the times when she'd bandage up Sasuke's cuts and scrapes, and tend to Itachi's occasional burns and headaches. It was peaceful knowing that she would come home and everything in her house would be exactly as she left it, though she wouldn't mind coming home to find the failed results of cooking experiments, or a broken window, or even a bedroom half blown-up from making exploding tags (and she knew that, after the fit Fugaku would throw, he would have no trouble affording the repairs).

Funny, Mikoto mused, how she'd secretly wanted daughters, but now with two frighteningly smart boys, she wished for the things that typically accompanied raising sons. She would never dream of trading them for anything else, but... perhaps all she wanted was the excuse to hug them and tell them how much she loved them...

Which was exactly what she did, much to Sasuke's dismay (and squirming), as soon as she got home.

Tags: fugaku, hana, itachi, kiba, mikoto, perspective, sasuke, tsume
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