[Open] Finally, good news.

[proudofmybaby]

When she'd gotten home the other night it had been to the horrible news that her eldest Itachi had had a complete meltdown and she hadn't been there to help. Unfortunately, she simply didn't have the ability to be home all at once, but it did put it in her mind that her and Kushina needed to have a talk if the woman intended to go around breaking her babies.

She was hardly the only one she needed to speak to though, and she heaved an agitated sigh, trying to sort out what to do.

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[proudofmybaby]

"It's alright. You deserve a chance for rest now, okay? Focus on getting healthy."

[itachi_san]

He nodded, but still asked, "What would you have done... if we weren't... a battle clan?"

[proudofmybaby]

She was quiet for a moment. "I wouldn't change that, because it would have changed too much, and I wouldn't have you."

[itachi_san]

Itachi wasn't quite sure what to make of that. He could understand not wanting to change the past. After all, if everything happens for a reason, then changing things would make the future meaningless.

"You and Father decided to have children... because the clan needed younger, stronger shinobi?"

[proudofmybaby]

"No honey, but I would have been a shinobi anyway... and I married your father when i did because of the clan."

[itachi_san]

"I wonder... sometimes... what path I would have followed if I wasn't a shinobi..." he found himself admitting something he never dared to share in the past. After all, he was born and bred to be a shinobi from the moment he took his first breath. It was everything he was and everything he ever would be. "But I can't really answer it. I... don't really know anything else outside that life..."

[proudofmybaby]

"You were always brilliantly creative sweetheart, maybe you should explore that part of yourself."

[itachi_san]

He thought about that for a few moments, but the most he knew of the arts had come from Deidara and Sasori. And that didn't really sound appealing. To be honest, he never even thought of himself as the creative type! At least, not outside the battlefield, where creativity was closer to versatility and split-second reactions.

"It's getting harder and harder to see a lot of things clearly..." He admitted. "It makes doing things like reading... Writing... very difficult."

He paused, and he almost laughed to himself.

"And don't ask me to sing, Mom... I don't sound much better than my summons."

And boy could those squawk.

[proudofmybaby]

She laughed softly and shook her head. "I've seen the kind of illusions you can build baby." She took one of her hands and held it up. "Why don't you try sculpting?"

[itachi_san]

"There's clay that doesn't explode?" He smirked a little, though started thinking about it a little more seriously. "You... really believe that would be a worthwhile pastime?"

[proudofmybaby]

"You really can't think of any merits? It's a touch based art and like I said, you've always been creative."

[itachi_san]

"I just... never thought of myself as an artist, at all..."

Unless, of course, one counted the martial arts.

[proudofmybaby]

"I always have. One can't master Genjutsu without a creative mind."

[itachi_san]

That was very true.

"I suppose... there are a lot of things that I need to look at differently... that I never have..."

[proudofmybaby]

"There are. I have faith you can do it though sweetheart, you're strong."

[itachi_san]

"I have a strong mother to thank for that..." he smiled. "... and... a stubborn father to thank for... well... that."

[proudofmybaby]

"You don't have to be so genteel about it, but thank you."

[itachi_san]

Well, he did tend to take after his father in just about everything, for better or (usually) for worse.

"I love you, Mom..."

[proudofmybaby]

She smiled at him and kissed his hair. "I love you too."