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The sun was shining through the bedroom’s window when Mikoto woke up. Fugaku was missing from the bed, but she could hear him moving around the house. She could also hear the voice of Amaya, the four-year-old girl she and Fugaku adopted a year ago after her father was murdered. Amaya was her second cousin once removed, but the only closer relative that could have taken care of her was Amaya’s uncle, Obito, but the 22 years old man was always gone on missions. So Obito sometimes babysat her, he even had a bedroom for her in his house, but for the most part, Amaya was always at Fugaku and Mikoto’s house. Except one day a week, when Amaya was training with the Hyuga children. Even if Amaya had never known her mother due to her dying while giving birth, it was important Amaya got to know her maternal family. Plus, Hyuga Hiashi would have been disappointed if the Uchiha clan had refused the little girl to be trained in the Hyuga style.
The four-year-old entered the master bedroom screaming at Mikoto and started to jump on the bed.
“Wake up Auntie! It’s time for breakfast!”
Mikoto smiled and got on her feet.
“Fugaku made breakfast?”
“I helped!” Amaya proudly said.
What time was it? Usually, Mikoto was the one preparing meals for her husband and the three children. How much had she overslept? And why didn’t Fugaku wake her up sooner?
She entered the kitchen, followed by the child. Her husband greeted her with a good morning. Sasuke was eating very fast as if he was going to be late to the Academy.
“Sasuke, you still got half an hour before you have to walk to school, please slow down, darling!” Mikoto said.
“But Itachi and Shisui promised to train me this morning!”
Mikoto looked at her husband with a questioning look on her face. The boys never trained Sasuke for barely half an hour. Unless they had told the 8-year-old to skip classes, Sasuke training with them was not happening. Plus, where was Itachi anyway? Was he already gone with Shisui or was he still asleep in his bed?
“I don’t think you’re going to train with them this morning, Sasuke, you’ve got to go to the Academy after all” said Fugaku. “Could you please wake your brother up?”
Sasuke was surprised by his father’s question. Clearly the youngest son had not realized his 15 years old brother was still asleep.
“Itachi sucks! He did not keep his promise. Why do teenagers have to sleep so late for anyway!” Sasuke complained.
Mikoto tried her best not to laugh, because she knew very well Itachi was in a phase where he just wanted to sleep in. It was not that late anyway, and she knew her oldest did not have to go to training for another two hours. But seeing Sasuke being frustrated at his brother, and rightfully so, was making her sad. A promise was a promise and was to be respected. Itachi should know better than to lie to his brother if he knew he would not be awake in time to train Sasuke before the youngest had to leave the house for the Academy.
“I’ll wake Itachi up, I want to have a word with him!” Mikoto told her husband.
The last thing she wanted was for Sasuke to brutally wake the teenager. She was not in the mood to hear her children fight. She entered the bedroom and pulled the curtain.
“Ugh, mum! It’s too bright, stop!” Itachi complained.
“I don’t care. Your brother is mad at you because you failed your promise, so you better get up now and go apologize, young man!”
Itachi had a questioning look on his face. Clearly, her son did not remember he even made that promise.
“So, you and Shisui were not supposed to train him today?”
“Well, yes, but after he came back from the Academy, not before! No one wants to get up at 5 am for training!”
Mikoto chuckled. So, all of this was a huge misunderstanding.
“In that case, you better talk to your brother. Come on, get up!”
The 15-year-old mumbled something under his breath but did as asked. Mikoto went back to the kitchen and started to eat with her family. Soon enough, Itachi appeared and took his brother aside. Sasuke’s smile reappeared.
“So, Amaya, what are we doing today?” Mikoto asked with a smile on her face.
The girl thought about it for a second, then said she wanted to play with her dolls. For once Amaya did not seem to want to run around the district, explore the village or see the fishes in the river, Mikoto would definitely take that time to clean the house a little.
“What do you think if, before lunch, we got to the store? I need to buy food to fill the fridge and Itachi has a mission in three days for which I have to prepare him meals. Unless you want to help me with that, Itachi? It would be time you learn how to cook after all!”
Itachi immediately found an excuse not to do it and Mikoto sighed. Teenage boys!
“Can I help you prepare Itachi’s meal, auntie?” Amaya said. “Oh, oh! Auntie, can we bake a cake?”
Sasuke immediately started to laugh because a cake was not a meal, but he admitted eating cake would be nice. Itachi did not have much of a sweet tooth and did not seem to care whether or not there would be cake. But that was ok with Mikoto, because that meant the other children would be able to eat it before it’s gone. The teenager was always looking at the fridge for something to eat!
Sasuke and Fugaku left the house soon after, and then Itachi went out with Shisui for some training which left the two girls alone in the house. Mikoto watched Amaya play for a while, even played with her for a few minutes, before starting to clean the house. She was not done yet when Amaya got tired of playing with her dolls and asked if she could train too. Mikoto did not know what had peaked Amaya’s interest in training, whether it was because she was seeing Sasuke and Itachi train every day and wanted to do the same things they did or if it was a result of the trauma she suffered when she saw her father die that night. 4 years old was old enough in Fugaku’s eyes to start with age-appropriate training, and considering the girl had the Sharingan already, Fugaku had actually started training her a few times a week.
“Uncle Fugaku is busy today, darling, but he had planned for a training session with you tomorrow.”
Mikoto immediately saw the disappointment in the eyes of the 4-year-old. But Fugaku had made it clear he wanted him to be the one to oversee her training. Fortunately for Mikoto, Amaya was not like Sasuke. Mikoto could tell her no to training, and she’d forget about it and do something else.