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Shisui waited patiently outside of the room his mother and father were in, his mother had stopped screaming and crying 10 minutes ago. Was his little brother here? Was he healthy? However, his questions went unanswered as Father told him to stay put, not that Shisui knew why. The sounds of hushed whispers grew louder until he heard his father's indistinct yell, causing Shisui to squirm in his seat, Father's lectures were always scary even when they weren't directed at him. The door slid open with a slam, his father appearing with his face contorted with rage, he looked over his shoulder at the frightened Iryo-nin, "You promised me another son! How dare you call this a simple 'mistake'?! Daughters are worthless, I have no use for one!"
The Iryo-nin hugged the small bundle of blankets tighter to her chest, "Uchiha-san! We could not have known! The gender is never one-hundred percent accurate!" Shisui inwardly grimaced, applauding the medic's bravery, Father wouldn't like her talking back to him in such a manner.
As if on que, Father spun around, his face red with unbridled rage. The man strode to the Iryo-nin and began reaching for the whimpering infant in her arms, "Kenji-san! Has Rei given birth already?" The sickly sweet voice made Kenji freeze, he stiffly retracted his arm and turned around into a bow.
"Mikoto-sama, what a pleasure," Kenji muttered through gritted teeth before rising from his bow, "Yes, Rei is currently resting while the medics are to clean the child." Mikoto smiled at this, turning toward Rei, who was lying on the hospital cot, still catching her breath, red faced and sweaty.
"Rei-chan! How are you feeling, dear? Is there anything I can get for you?" Mikoto took Reis hand, rubbing her thumb against the woman's clammy skin in a comforting manner, "I brought seaweed soup, I'm sure you're hungry!"
Rei nodded weakly, a small smile gracing her lips, "That sounds lovely, Thank you Mikoto-sama." Her eyes darted to her husband who decided to take his leave, ignoring the eight year-old Shisui who sat in the hallway, "Shi-kun come meet your sister, and say hello to Mikoto-sama!"
Shisui stiffly nodded, not showing his inward confusion, he bowed deeply to the Uchiha matriarch, "Mikoto-sama." He looked at his mother inquisitively, "I thought father said the baby was a boy?" The slightest hint of disappointment tinged his voice, Father had always said females were inferior and were only good for cooking, cleaning, and providing sons.
Rei's smile fell, "Shi-kun, the test to determine the gender isn't always accurate. The chakra of the embryo is everchanging throughout pregnancy and is never certain. This just means at the time of the test your sister's chakra presented more masculine, but she is your blood all the same, you'll need to take care of her." The Iryo-nin returned the infant to Rei, who adjusted the blankets before shifting to show Shisui the child's face.
Shisui outwardly cringed, weren't babies supposed to be cute? His sister looked like a wrinkly tomato.
Shisui considered himself the best older brother that existed, he fed, clothed, bathed, and read to his imouto. Not that he exactly liked it, this child was the reason his Mother was so different the past few months. Father didn't assist with childcare, I am not a babysitter, your Mother will take care of it. So that left him to watch the child, the one who destroyed his family.
Tiny fingers made their way to Shisui's curly hair, gripped the strands with unexpected strength and pulling his head downwards, "H-Hey! That's not nice, Sumi!" He attempted to pry his poor curls from the infants impossibly strong grip, Sumi giggled and began waving her hand, yanking his hair in each direction, "You brat! Let go of my hair!" Sumi babbled in his ear before slowly releasing her grip on the hair before slapping a palm on Shisui's face, grabbing his nose and tugging on it. Shisui groaned, becoming irate, "Fine you're going in your crib." He plopped the infant down onto the cushion and stormed out of the room, ignoring Sumi's cries for him to come back. If she was never born then Mother would be ok
The boy looked at his Mother's door longingly, missing how she would hum while cooking, how she would hold his hand when they went to the park and get groceries. He missed his Mother so dearly, he yearned for how things used to be, but no, not with that leach of an infant. Sumi ruined everything! Why do I have to care for her? She's ugly anyway
Even in his anger, Shisui knew deep down that his thoughts weren't exactly true, Sumi had grown on him. However, he still couldn't contain the envy that bubbled up in him when he thought of how his family was before Sumi. Why does she get to live at my family's expense?