The Uchiha cn was a symbol of strength, legacy, and prestige. As one of the two founding cns of Konoha, their influence stretched far beyond the battlefield. They were not only feared for their unmatched prowess in combat but also respected for their political dominance in the vilge. Every decision within the cn, especially those concerning its bloodline, was scrutinized by the elders and the cn head.
So when news that Mikoto Uchiha—the only daughter of Takashi Uchiha, the current cn head—had returned from her test mission and was pregnant, the news spread among the Elders of the cn fast. It reached in the ears Takashi himself even before Mikoto stepped foot back into the Uchiha compound.
The cn elders immediately called for a meeting. Within the grand hall of the Uchiha estate, Takashi Uchiha sat at the head of the room, his presence commanding silence. His sharp, calcuting eyes swept across the room, daring anyone to question his authority. Takashi was a man who had led the Uchiha cn through stability and strength. But now, with the revetion about his daughter, cracks of unease began to form beneath the surface of his composed demeanor.
“Is the information confirmed?” Takashi asked, his voice steady but yered with tension.
One of the cn’s informants stepped forward and bowed deeply. “Yes, Takashi-sama. Mikoto-sama returned from her mission and reported to the medical corps as required. The results confirmed that she is pregnant.”
The room fell into a brief but heavy silence before murmurs began to ripple among the elders.
“She is not married,” one of them pointed out, his tone sharp. “This cannot be overlooked.”
“And there has been no formal announcement of a retionship,” another added. “Who is the father? What is his status? His cn? His strength?”
Takashi’s expression hardened. “We will not jump to conclusions.” His words cut through the noise, silencing the room instantly. “Mikoto will answer those questions herself when she arrives.”
Still, the tension lingered. The Uchiha prided themselves on the purity and strength of their bloodline. Any disruption to that legacy—especially from an unknown outsider—was cause for concern.
Later that evening, Mikoto stepped through the gates of the Uchiha compound, her head held high despite the weight pressing down on her shoulders. She had prepared herself for this moment, knowing full well that the news of her pregnancy would not be met with quiet acceptance.
Her father was waiting for her in the main hall, surrounded by the cn elders. His piercing gaze locked onto her the moment she entered, and the room fell silent.
“Mikoto,” Takashi said, his voice calm but carrying the weight of authority. “You have returned.”
She bowed deeply. “Father.”
“Is it true?” he asked, his voice low but firm.
Mikoto straightened, meeting his gaze without flinching. “Yes. I am with child.”
The murmurs erupted once again, but Takashi raised his hand, silencing them immediately. “Who is the father?”
Mikoto took a steadying breath. “His name is Hari Pottaru,” she said clearly. “He is a traveler, a man I met during one of my mission. He is not a shinobi of any vilge.”
The elders began whispering again, and Mikoto could feel their eyes boring into her.
“A traveler?” one elder said, his voice dripping with skepticism. “And you entrusted the future of your bloodline to a man with no allegiance, no roots?”
Takashi’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice remained calm. “Does he know about the child?”
“No,” Mikoto admitted. “I left before I found out.”
For the first time, her father’s composure faltered, if only slightly. He leaned back, considering her words carefully.
“Mikoto,” Takashi began, his voice steady but carrying the weight of authority. “You are the heiress of the Uchiha cn. This child, no matter the circumstances of its conception, will carry the Uchiha name. That is a responsibility you cannot take lightly.”
“I know that, Father,” Mikoto replied, her voice firm but respectful. “I’ve thought about this endlessly since I found out. I understand what this child means—to me, to the cn—but I will not abandon it.”
Takashi’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Then expin this to me—why did you not take proper precautions? You are a kunoichi. You know the risks involved in any retionship, especially one with an outsider. There are numerous techniques, potions, and seals to prevent conception.”
“I did,” Mikoto said, her voice faltering only slightly. “I took every precaution I’ve been trained to take, but it still happened. I don’t know how or why, but this child…” Her hand instinctively rested on her stomach. “This child defied those precautions. And I will not end its life.”
There was a heavy silence as her words sank in. The elders exchanged wary gnces, and Takashi leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable.
One of the elders finally spoke, his tone sharp. “This is not just about you, Mikoto. The child of an Uchiha heiress must be born into stability and strength. It must have a father worthy of carrying the Uchiha legacy. What do you know of this man, Hari Pottaru? Can he offer such stability?”
Mikoto’s eyes fshed, and she raised her chin. “Hari is intelligent, resourceful, and more than capable of protecting this child. But most importantly, I love him.”
Another elder scoffed. “Love?” he sneered. “Love is a fleeting emotion. What matters is loyalty, legacy, and the survival of the cn. Emotions cannot dictate decisions that affect the future of the Uchiha.”
Mikoto’s fists clenched at her sides, but before she could respond, Takashi spoke again. “The elders have made a suggestion,” he said, his voice measured. “Fugaku Uchiha is the strongest shinobi of this generation, the most talented among the Uchiha. He has the strength, the reputation, and the loyalty to ensure the security of both you and the child.”
Mikoto froze, her breath catching. “You want me to marry Fugaku?”
“It is a logical solution,” one of the elders said. “It would protect your reputation, secure the child’s future, and ensure the bloodline remains strong.”
“No,” Mikoto said, her voice firm. “I won’t do it.”
The room erupted into whispers again, but she stood her ground. Takashi’s eyes narrowed, and his voice hardened. “You are the heiress of this cn, Mikoto. Your responsibilities come before your desires.”
“I have already made my decision,” she said, her voice unwavering. “I want Harry. I want the father of my child, not some arranged marriage for appearances.”
“This isn’t about appearances!” one of the elders snapped. “This is about the survival of the Uchiha bloodline! If you refuse to marry Fugaku, then what future does this child have? A father who isn’t even a shinobi? A man we know nothing about? This is unacceptable!”
Mikoto’s gaze didn’t waver. “Unacceptable to you, maybe. But I will not let you or anyone else dictate the future of my child.”
Takashi’s voice cut through the noise. “Mikoto, you must understand the consequences of your defiance.”
“I understand them perfectly,” she said.
“Do you?” Takashi’s voice dropped, cold and sharp. “Because if you refuse this arrangement, you will be stripped of your title as heiress. You will be disowned from this cn, and your child will not be recognized as an Uchiha.”
Mikoto’s heart pounded, but she didn’t flinch. “So be it.”
Gasps filled the room, and even Takashi seemed momentarily taken aback by her decration. But Mikoto didn’t back down. She had made her choice the moment she decided to keep the child, and she wasn’t going to let fear of rejection force her into a life she didn’t want.
Takashi rose to his feet, his expression unreadable. “Think carefully, Mikoto. This is not a decision you can take back. Once you walk away from this cn, there will be no return.”
Mikoto met his gaze, her eyes unwavering. “I’ve already made my decision, Father.”
The room fell silent, and for a moment, it felt as though the very walls of the compound were holding their breath. Takashi’s expression softened just slightly—perhaps from fatherly concern—but his voice remained firm.
“Then so be it,” he said finally. “You may leave.”
And with that, Mikoto turned and walked out of the hall, her heart heavy but her resolve unshaken. She knew the road ahead would be difficult, but for the sake of her child—and for the man she loved—she was prepared to face whatever came next.
The news of Mikoto’s exile from the Uchiha cn spread through Konoha like wildfire. It didn’t take long for the vilgers to hear that the proud heiress of the Uchiha, daughter of the cn head, had been stripped of her name, title, and home. Whispers followed her wherever she went—sympathetic to some, scandalous to others—but few dared to publicly stand by her, fearing the influence of the Uchiha cn.
Yet, there was one person who didn’t care about the Uchiha’s threats or their political power—Kushina Uzumaki.
When Mikoto had nowhere else to turn, Kushina had stepped forward without hesitation. She welcomed Mikoto into her home and fiercely defended her against anyone who dared speak ill of her. As an outsider herself—an Uzumaki with no ties to Konoha’s founding cns—Kushina wasn’t afraid of their disapproval. She had her own reputation for being loud, fiery, and utterly fearless, and she wasn’t about to let her best friend face the hardships of pregnancy alone.
“You can live with me,” Kushina had said firmly when Mikoto tearfully expined what had happened. “I don’t care what those stuck-up Uchiha say or do. They don’t scare me. And if anyone tries to mess with you, they’ll have to deal with me first.”
Mikoto had broken down in gratitude, and from that day on, the two women faced the world together.
Life in Kushina’s small home was a far cry from the wealth and status Mikoto had grown up with in the Uchiha compound. Yet, there was warmth and comfort there, a genuine sense of belonging that Mikoto hadn’t realized she was missing until she lost everything else.
Kushina threw herself into taking care of Mikoto, fussing over her diet, her rest, and her moods. Despite her brash personality, Kushina was surprisingly attentive, ensuring Mikoto was never alone and never felt unwanted.
“You’re eating for two now!” Kushina would scold, shoving extra servings of food onto Mikoto’s pte. “And don’t you dare try to argue with me!”
Mikoto smiled softly, finding comfort in Kushina’s energy. But even with all the support Kushina gave her, the ache in Mikoto’s heart never truly went away. She missed Harry. Every day.
Kushina, ever the problem-solver, took it upon herself to locate Harry. She tapped into every resource she had—spreading inquiries through Konoha’s merchants, travelers, and even shinobi who had ventured outside the Land of Fire.
But Harry had vanished.
The st anyone had seen of him was when he left the Fire Capital, traveling toward the sea. From there, all traces of him had disappeared. He hadn’t visited any major vilges, hadn’t left any records behind. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.
“I’ll find him,” Kushina swore one evening as Mikoto sat quietly, rubbing her growing belly. “Even if I have to search every damn country myself.”
Mikoto smiled faintly. “Thank you, Kushina. But… what if he doesn’t want to come back? What if he doesn’t want this child?”
Kushina smmed her hands on the table, making Mikoto jump. “Don’t say that! He will want this child. And even if he doesn’t—then he’s a fool, and we don’t need him! But we’ll find him. I promise.”
Despite Kushina’s determination, the days turned into weeks, and then months, with no sign of Harry. Mikoto tried to stay strong, focusing on preparing for her child’s arrival, but the fear of raising the baby alone gnawed at her.
Kushina was there for every moment. She held Mikoto’s hand when the morning sickness hit, ran errands to fetch supplies, and even argued with the vilge doctors to make sure Mikoto received the best care possible.
“This baby is going to be healthy, strong, and loved,” Kushina decred one evening, resting her hand gently on Mikoto’s belly. “And no one—no one—is going to make you feel like you’re alone in this.”
Mikoto teared up at her friend’s unwavering support. “You’re amazing, Kushina.”
Kushina grinned. “I know.”
But even with Kushina’s support, Mikoto couldn’t shake the lingering thoughts of Harry. Where was he? Did he even know what had happened? Would he come back if he did?
Mikoto didn’t have the answers, but as her belly grew and the child’s movements became more pronounced, she resolved to protect her baby no matter what—even if she had to do it alone.
Meanwhile, the Uchiha cn continued to watch from a distance. Despite her exile, Mikoto remained a topic of conversation among the elders, who were concerned about the implications of her child’s birth. Takashi Uchiha, though outwardly firm in his decision to cast her out, struggled with his own conflicted emotions.
He had always been a strict leader, but Mikoto was still his daughter. He couldn’t deny the fear that the child she carried—his grandchild—could grow up outside the influence of the Uchiha, potentially becoming a threat rather than an ally to the cn.
And so, while Mikoto lived quietly under Kushina’s protection, the Uchiha cn kept their eyes on her, waiting and watching for the moment they might recim what they saw as their bloodline.
As the months passed and Mikoto neared the end of her pregnancy, Kushina refused to give up hope that Harry would return. She had even started spreading rumors in the hopes they would reach him, painting Mikoto as a woman abandoned by the father of her child, hoping his pride—or guilt—would drive him back.
Mikoto, however, focused on preparing herself for the birth. Whether Harry returned or not, she had resolved to be strong for her child. Yet, in the quiet moments before sleep, she still dreamed of emerald eyes and a voice that had once made her feel truly free.
The day Mikoto gave birth was one of the most emotional moments of her life. After months of worry, exile, and uncertainty, she finally held her son in her arms. The moment she saw him, all her fears melted away.
He was perfect.
Her baby boy had a head full of wild bck hair that reminded her so much of Harry. But it was his eyes—vivid emerald green, clear and piercing—that truly took her breath away. They were unmistakable, a reflection of the man who had changed her life and left a mark she could never erase.
“Itachi,” she whispered, cradling him close. She had chosen the name long before his birth—a name that symbolized strength, resilience, and hope. “My little Itachi.”
Kushina leaned over, her fiery red hair falling over her shoulders as she peered at the baby. “Look at him!” she said, grinning wide. “He’s got Harry’s eyes! And that hair—just as wild as his father’s.”
Mikoto ughed softly, exhaustion evident in her voice but happiness radiating through her. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?”
“He’s perfect,” Kushina said, reaching out to gently touch the baby’s tiny fingers. “Just like you said—Harry’s son through and through.”
Mikoto smiled, though her heart ached a little at the mention of Harry. She hadn’t heard from him, hadn’t been able to find him despite all Kushina’s efforts. But looking at Itachi now, she felt Harry’s presence in him. It gave her strength.
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