Be Free

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“Itachi!” Fugaku Uchiha, his father, yelled from his huge office. Itachi just happened to be walking by his fathers’ office but he was too absorbed in his thoughts to hear him yell out. “ITACHI UCHIHA! You get your ass in this office right now!”

Itachi looked up from the floor to see his father piercing grim stricken face. He pushed some of the bangs that framed his face aside so that his piercing onyx eyes could see. His long black hair was pulled back into a low ponytail while some managed to escape the grasp of the hair holder. He was comfortable in the cloths he was in, a pair of oversized jogging pants and a black T-shirt.

He turned to enter the antic office room that cost about billion dollars to have it design all by famous artist. When he heard his father yell his name startled him just a bit. I have to leave quickly from this demon house, Itachi thought. “What is it, father?”

Fugaku turned his back to him to get a photograph that consist of the whole Uchiha. Itachi merely observed the movements of his father and still going back into deep thought. The stress has been getting to him at night defining him in the face with line streaks under his eyes. Why was he called in here and what made his father mad today? Tons of questions circled in his mind, but lead to a dead end or other theories. “Itachi….you do have in mind the family tradition, right?”

“Yes, father I do have that in mind, always do. Is something wrong with it?” Itachi spoke with exact suspicion hidden in his voice. He knew the day would come when they would want to marry him off to someone that could eventually hate him in the end. He didn’t like the topic at all when he had to be with somebody. He preferred to be solitary all his life even if it meant trying to run from the house and out of the clan.

“Every young lady we have introduced you to have been turned down. You can’t do that to every girl that we welcome to the mansion, either you choose or we choose for you. You have a lot of options to choose from.” Fugaku looked up from the picture to look at his twenty-one year old son. Fugaku showed nothing upon his face except for a deep frown engraved into his face.

“None of them sparked my attention and didn’t have what I wanted them to have.” Itachi looked up to summon an appropriate way to explain it to his father; if not then his father would come to a conclusion that he’s homosexual. “Father….what are the options that you have in mind?”

“I understand but that doesn’t mean you’re not getting married!” His father took a glance at him with a look that was indescribable. “First option is you choose one of the young ladies that have come to the mansion. Second I pick one of them if you still didn’t pick one.” A silence spoke enough for Itachi knowing he had just one more option. “The third option is you look for one with a good reputation to hold the family name. I’m only going to give you a year and a half to find the girl of your dreams if not then you are fucked.”

“Is that all father?” Itachi questioned with a stoic look.

“No, dress formally again because you going to meet the last of the young lady that you can marry. If you don’t like her then you have those three options to consider.” Fugaku finally sat down in a graceful way as he was speaking to Itachi.

“Why can’t Sasuke be the one to be married off with the girl?” Itachi wanted to test the waters just a bit. He never went against what his father orders him to do; he had one time but was put in the hospital afterwards.

Fugaku looked out raged when he heard the exact question he didn’t want to hear in his life. “Sasuke’s still young and can’t be married at the age sixteen. The oldest son and first born is to be married off and that is you Itachi, not Sasuke. Don’t try to dump this onto Sasuke who is still a kid.” He started to shuffle the papers that were on his desk. Itachi to him seem like a young adult that would do anything to please them. He never thought of what Itachi ever wanted, he basically ruined half of his childhood in anybody’s perspective excluding his. This had lead to Itachi having a chronic stress disorder along with insomnia and constant headaches as he grew up in his adolescence. “Your dismissed Itachi, I don’t want to see you, again.”

“Yes, you won’t see me until then.” Itachi spat out at him and turned walking away without turning back not even to glance.

Not edited, Accepting constructive criticism to make this better. :-)