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Lightning flashed illuminating the sky vivid enough for the villages to glimpse what the rain had done to the surrounding area. The crashing sound of thunder soon followed. Back within the hospital, Fugaku Uchiha, the head of the Uchiha clan and the KMP force, wanted to pace back and forth in front of the room where his wife was giving birth to his first child. However, he could not, for one of the well-respected elders of the Uchiha was sitting on the chair beside the hospital door; he could not show any weakness in front of the elder. "Fugaku-sama, I suggest you calm down. Your son will be alright." Uranaishi-san, the elder, inform him in a bland tone, "Even in this ... weather..." he added, however, now with a frown on his face. He glanced out the closed window a few feet from where he was seated; the rain was really pouring down now. Fugaku signed, then walked towards the window and rested his forearm on the window sill, he closed his eyes as he replied in a stern voice, facing the storm, "He is an Uchiha and the son of the clan head no less. Of course he will be alright." He re-opened his eyes and looked out at the raging storm. 'I hope', he made sure not to voice his thought, it won't do to question the fortune teller's word, even if he sounded a bit unsure about Itachi's situation. Yes, his unborn son will be called Itachi, a strong ninja he will be someday if what the elder says is the truth, 'Itachi will be alright'.
Closing his eyes again, Fugaku signed 'Uranaishi-san once said that the weather reflects a person's fate. Once a person is born in Good weather, he or she grows up to be strong and powerful within the Uchiha clan. That kind of person will have no problems with becoming an aspiring ninja. Shisui Uchiha, a descendant of the great Kagami Uchiha, has proven this theory to be correct so far. Young Shisui is six years of age, a first-year within the academy and already showing great promise. Already praised throughout the academy; praised by his peer, praised by his teachers, the boy was a genius. Shisui was born when the weather was perfect, he was the Uchiha pride and joy. However, on cloudy weathers, ninjas were, let's just say they don't show any potential. Only a few had been born on cloudy weathers, Uchiha civilians and those who became ninjas didn't pass Genin level, other than that 17-year-old Uchiha who became Chūnin only last year.' Fugaku massaged his temple. 'This weather, though...., was a whole different story. This was a blatant storm. Never had he seen such a storm in Konoha since, since ever. Uranaishi-san has never been wrong so far. So why did he tell him that Itachi will be alright? The current weather was contradicting his statement, it is the very opposite of Shisui's... Did he just say that to make me feel better? He should know that Uchiha head didn't need to be comforted by anyone, he was the Uchiha clan head, not a fragile civilian' Fugaku signed again and reopened his eye, a frown marring his face. 'What exactly is Itachi's condition? What's up with this dreadful weather? Couldn't it wait a few days after the birth of his son? What did this mean for the Uchiha? for him? for Mikoto? for Itachi himself?-'
Fugaku's musing was interrupted by a loud wail. He snapped his head toward the door where his firstborn was currently crying, face already forming a smile 'No matter what I will always love my son'. Moments later, a nurse came out of the same room, a pleasant smile marring her features. Fugaku closed the distance with a quick pace. "You have been blessed with a beautiful and healthy son Uchiha-san!" she exclaimed cheerfully and added after a thoughtful moment, "Your wife is also in good condition, please follow me Uchiha-san." and with that, she re-entered the room, Fugaku on her trail.
He didn't spare the nurse a glance when she left the two parents to their newborn son; for what Fugaku saw was the most breathtaking scene he had ever seen since his marriage with Mikoto, he even activated his Sharingan to store this scene in his memory forever. Mikoto was, in fact, healthy as the nurse had said, from what he can tell anyways. She was currently cooing at the bundle of joy in her arms, slightly rocking him back and forth as his wail got louder. "It's alright Itachi, Mama has you, you are safe." her soothing voice did wonders to calm the wailing baby down. "He's here Fugaku, he's really here. Our son." she gave her son one look then carefully outstretched him towards Fugaku. He automatically took him and rocked him gently. "He is beautiful, thank you, my love." Mikoto smiled at him, she was about to reply when Uranaishi Uchiha entered the room.
"I hope I am not interrupting."
"You are not," Fugaku replied after a few seconds.
"Very well then. Congratulations on the birth of your first child," Uranaishi replied, outstretching his arms towards Fugaku and took little Itachi's into his own arms with his parent's approval. He looked Itachi for what must have been a few minutes because Fugaku had asked him if everything was alright. "The boy is," he started, he closed his eyes after a while, a deep frown marring his face, "not cut out to be a ninja. You may as well try again for better results. I pray the next child should be a success to repent for this failure." He handed Itachi back to the boy's father and left right after.
Fugaku was shocked and his feet were buried where he stood. He knew Uranaishi-san was well known for being brutally honest as he was right, but he was not prepared enough for the truth to be slapped right across the face, hard. He knew this storm meant something, but for Uranaishi-san to downright declare his son, his firstborn a failure, he was not happy. The young boy hadn't been given a chance to prove himself, yet he was already grouped into the 'failure' category. Fugaku frowned and his son began wailing even louder than before. Fugaku was raging inside, he almost forgot where he was when the wail of his son penetrated his musing.
He shook his head and was now rocking the crying child, attempting to calm him down as Mikoto did a few moments earlier- shit Mikoto. He spared a glance towards his wife and what he saw on her face, well he could understand, he too was raging before attending to his son. However, she was more than just irritated, she was seething with rage. If looks could kill, he would be certain that Uranaishi-san would be dead right after that comment.
"Mikoto-", he began,
"So what if he's not suited to be a ninja? So what if the elders deem him a failure? He's is my baby, my pride and joy, my success. I will not stand for anybody, respected elders or not, to berate my angel! He will always be the apple of my eyes! H-he's my baby!" from calm to rage to sorrow, Mikoto was the mother, she gave birth to this boy that was just condemned, so of course, her words were justified.
Fugaku looked down at his still wailing son, "Do not worry my child, you are our son," he walked over to the bed Mikoto was currently lying in and gave her a light kiss on the lips. He somehow calmed down when she returned the kiss. They separated after a moment and he gave his wailing son his full attention, "ninja or not you are perfect in our eyes. Fugaku unactivated his Sharingan, "Welcome to the world Itachi Uchiha."