Past Mistakes

Karasu rushed into the house, Nishie behind him trying and failing to calm him down. He slams open the living room doors and screams.
“Where are they!”

Sasuke woke up alone in bed, hearing a ding. He reached for the phone, almost hoping it was just his alarm, but was happy to see her texting.
“Hey, Sasuke, you might want to get up. I was delivered the cake you needed when I saw our son.” Those words still fill him with happiness that can’t match anything and a sense of sadness that is just as unbeatable. “He looked furious about something. You didn't forget to tell me something, did you? Smile face.” He laughed until the words sunk in.
“What did she do know?” He slowly removed himself from bed when something slammed to the ground, making a maid scream from the other side of the door.
“Where are they!”
“Damn it, Sakura. Can you for once, not do something stupid?” Still in PJs, Sasuke made his way downstairs. Only to have his son still in a fury pass him midway. “What is wrong? Karasu?!” Nishie rushes up, out of breath.
“I’m sorry, it is my fault.” Sasuke patted the girl on her back with a quick I doubt that. Sasuke could hear the loud sounds of things being thrown around from the bedroom, but seem like his wife's side was taking the brunt of the attack. So he didn’t leave to stop it. “This morning, we were talking about what we learned last night, and I brought up the fact that if she gave up sending letters long ago. So she must have sent more, and.” Sasuke covered her mouth.
“I understand, relax. Goodness, you are so much like your mother. It’s a bit scary Nishie.” She pouts until they realize the loud sound has stopped. “Karasu?” He rushed from the room and entered his old bedroom.
“Nishie, can you head downstairs please? You will see a blond in a chief hat watching the house nervously. Can you give her a thumbs up to show everything in the house is okay?” She nodded, looked at the door, and headed downstairs.
Sasuke enters the room and watches as his son grabs a card from a box and places it next to an item on his bed. A toy robot he got when he was nine, the watch he received when he was fourteen, and so much more. He would place the card and item on the bed mentioning what each was for. “She didn’t.” He groaned.
“She did. From my 7 birthday until I moved out. She would take the toy then present it as her own. Then when no one is looking she would get rid of the card. Since none of the maids of butlers would let her get away with that, she had to hide them.” He goes silent holding an old hero doll. “You know I didn’t believe she got this for me. I never did. I thought maybe she sent a butler to wait outside the store to get it or that you had it ordered early on, but I never believe she ever bought me this.” The box was soon empty and more than half the rare and treasured items in the room were on the bed lying next to a card.
“I’m sorry my Kazue. Truly if I had known this, I would have never had let her get away with this."
“Birthdays, Christmas, every holiday where one would receive a card, a gift, anything. She stole from my mother.” He stood up with a stone face. “How could grandmother and grandfather make you marry someone so heartless?”
“Because they wanted to be right at least that’s what your uncle and I have come to believe.” Karasu leans into his father aching from the betrayal.
“Is that uncle rarely visits?”
“That is exactly why.” They stand there a moment until Sasuke gets another text.
“I have to go call me if you need me. Heart.” he smiles as Karasu leans over even more to read said text.
“Stop being nosy. You suck at it just like your mother.” He turns and walks out of the room.
“I saw that heart. Whose it from Dad?” He follows his father back to his bedroom. Thankfully, the maids have finished cleaning it and have left.
“And blunt like her too. Thank goodness you get your brains from me.” He shuts the door in Karasu’s face.
“I want to answer Dad, and I’ll get them.” Nishie comes up the stairs not a second later. All Sasuke can hear is “Shit, I’m sorry! Please no tears, no tears. Alfred, please find Lassie, I need her help. Please, sweethearts, I’m calm. Hurry Alfred.”
“My son is so whipped.”

It was less than thirty minutes later when Sasuke made it downstairs. There were a number of the staff pressed against the living room doors. Listening in on the screaming match happening. Even Lassie was interested, and she's a dog.
“I still can’t believe she slapped her.”
“Really, her mom did before. Why not her daughter?”
“I guess my wife is trying to defend herself against a tick-off Hyuga?” Everyone removed themselves from the door in seconds. Lassie walked off, trying to play innocent. “Relax, I need to know what’s going on before I go in there.” One brave maid stepped up with a calm face to explain.
“Um, sir. Well, so your son walked in and confronted your wife on something, and she denied it. Until he held up a box. She admitted to it, and his fiancée slapped your wife across the face.” Sasuke's sighed hard, expecting that. The girl was Hinata's daughter, after all.
“So, it is a tick-off Hyuga, great.” He looked tired already and the day just started.
“It wasn’t just her, sir. Your mother did it too.”
“Wait, really?” She nodded. “Why my, mother?”
“Apparently, when she admitted it, your mother got angry since she was always told that someone never wanted contact. Your father is just sitting in there.” She looked nervous and spoke up again. “He called me in for tea, but I’m too scared to go in there.”
“Why?” A large shatter came from the room with even louder screams.
“Sir, I’m only eighteen. I start college in the spring. Please, don’t make me go in there.” Sasuke patted the teary-eyed girl on the head and grabbed the tea tray.
“I got it. Everyone back to work.” The staff started to pick up the equipment and get back to work as he entered the room. His mother was on top of Sakura, doing her best to reach her neck while Nishie cheered from the back. Karasu and Fugaku tried their hardest to remove the older woman without hurting her. Sakura was too busy screaming and blocking her face and neck. He quickly placed the tray on the bar since his glass table was in pieces on the floor. “Mother, please stop trying to kill my wife.” He gently removes his mother from Sakura and holds her as she cries.
“I didn’t know. I didn’t know. I’m sorry, my sweet boys. I didn’t know.” Fugaku just sat down. He glared at Sakura long and hard.
“Father, take Mother and go to your room. You both need rest after all this.” He nods and grabs his wife.
“Sasuke, we are sorry. We honestly didn’t know. We thought she had given up. That she didn’t care.” Sasuke waves him off. No one speaks until the door closes.
“Everyone, take a seat, please.” Sakura gets off the floor and heads for the couch. “Not you, Sakura. You are going to stand, again.”
“But-" He doesn’t even glare this time. He just turns away to focus on Karasu and Nishie.
“My Kazue, what is it that you want to learn about your mother?”
“What does she do?” Nishie giggles. “What was that?” He looks at his soon-to-be wife as she giggles even harder.
“Apparently, your fiancée has figured it out. I was kind of hoping you would as well.”
“Figured what out?” He hugged his wife. “Tell me.”
“You won’t believe me.”
“Tell me.”
“You have to figure it out yourself.” He started tickling her sides. “No, you have to figure it out.” She hops up and moves to a chair, giggling the whole way.
“You know what. Dad, you can tell me what she does.” Sasuke nearly laughs.
“It’s a long list, but your mother was a ballerina but is a writer, artist, and musician on the side. She spends her day inside the bakery.” Karasu looked shocked.
“Wait, are you saying she has done all of that as a profession?” Sasuke nodded while Sakura glared.
“She was a dancer, artist, and writer while we were in school. During the winter months, she would travel all over, dancing for hundreds. During the spring, she settled down and would write or paint something. By fall, she would have a book or selling an art piece.” Karasu was in awe at how much his mother had done while in school. “She stopped dancing a little after you were born. Since she didn’t have the time for it, instead she took up cooking. She has chain restaurants all over the place. She prefers to spend her time in a little bakery downtown.” Sasuke sat back and watched as his son connected the hits.
“Um, sir, the bakery just dropped off the cupcakes and wedding cake samples.” Karasu jumps up.
“My mother owns the Tail Beast Bakeries!” Nishie laughed and went to call her mom. This was priceless, especially seeing the witch's face. She looked like she was on the verge of passing out. “Wait, haven't they hosted every single birthday party. Hell, every event the Uchiha family has been a part of?.” Sasuke happily nods while staring at a pale and confused Sakura. Karasu was no better and turned toward his stepmother with the biggest gotcha grin. “I guess you didn’t know that.” Sakura's screams and cries could be heard loud and clear by anyone passing by the house.