Chapter 12: Was it a dream?

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Fugaku Uchiha stifled a yawn as he entered the bedroom he shared with his wife, Mikoto had gone to bed an hour before him, and was already fast asleep. Fugaku stripped himself and climbed under the cool cotten sheets, laying to face the lovely dark haired woman. Although he was really tired, the old soldier knew sleep wouldn't come easy tonight, images of his past and present were buzzing in his brain.

"What would you say Mikoto...if I told you I once had relations with a barbarian? " he wondered, moving hair away from her face "Would you curse me to Tartarus for being unfaithful through our betrothal? Would you hate me if you knew I am bisexual? You know I love you yes? You healed my heartache and gave me two strong wonderful sons. Perhaps the reason I hide it, it is because I want to protect you". Mikoto cuddled closer to her husband, her delicate frame curved to his tan built body. The action made the brunette Uchiha smile "sweet dreams my love". And with that, Fugaku was able to find rest.

(Early the next morning, at the Palace)

Kabuto groaned as harsh morning sunlight poured in from the open balconey of his room, Apollo was being mercilous to the groggy physician it seemed.

"Ugh~" the silver haired man groaned hauling his aching head and body to a hunched sitting position. His legs cascading over the edge to rest on the carpeted stone floor "Gods my head, was I drunk last night?" he wondered aloud to himself. He couldn't have been, he did not have any alcohol yesterday. He rarely did anyhow, and why was he so achey? Too many questions were causing his frazzled mind to pound so Kabuto stopped himself, and stood up to get ready for the day ahead. There wasn't a lot to do as the servants had already taken the liberty to unpack his clothing and new medicine and equipment had been promised upon his arrival.

Once he was dressed in a forest green tunic, Kabuto decided to check up on Kimmimaru.

Walking down the hallway to the kitchens where his charge rested, Kabuto began to wonder why he couldn't remember going to bed last night. Or when he had undressed for that matter, "Come to think of it, I couldn't find my night clothing anywhere" the yound medic said to himself "How odd".

Reaching up to scratch his head in befuddlement, the silver haired man hissed at the spike of pain, when his fingers brushed against the tender bruise hiding in his hairline "I...hit my head? How, and on what"? Groaning again, Kabuto decided this little mystery could wait until after breakfast.

End Chapter

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