Chapter 3: The Birth of a Brother

Five years old. Itachi could not have cared less about birthdays and all that. The annual event was at best nothing more than a milestone. Whether it was spent largely adrift or packed with a variety of experiences, a year was still a year. Just because the number indicating his age had increased by one didn't mean that anything changed.

What was important was daily training. That steadily moving forward one step at a time was important—that was how Itachi felt. But that year, something truly significant had changed and shaken his heart. That something was before his eyes at that moment.

"So?" Mikoto asked, lying back on the floor.

But he didn't respond and instead sat, legs tucked underneath him, staring at the creature laying before his knees.

The tiny newborn baby seemed to be intently focused on understanding his situation, while his still unseeing eyes wandered around empty space. Itachi gently touched the baby's cheek.

At the sudden stimulus, the infant twitched with surprise. Shocked by this reaction, Itachi pulled his hand away, while his mother giggled as she watched.

"Sasuke." The child's name. His own little brother. Uchiha Sasuke…

Itachi gently touched the baby's cheek one more time. "Sasuke…"

The moment he gave voice to his brother's name for the first time, something warm exploded in his heart. Different from the love he felt for his mother and father, a special, indescribable emotion. In the end, five-year-old Itachi couldn't really put into words just what it was. But faced with this ephemeral life, a creature who seemed like he would shatter if Itachi even touched him, something like a masculine sense of responsibility did indeed come to life inside him—the feeling that he had to protect this tiny life.

"Take care of your baby brother, hm?" his mother said, and Itachi nodded fiercely, hand still on Sasuke's cheek.