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_{Ah, Mikoto was right. Working that much would eat his life away someday. He just never thought it meant that on his own son’s birthday he would be that busy. It was pathetic, and it made Fugaku angry with himself. How could he agree to work on that day? He knew that they would make him stay until the end of the day.}

_{Right now Sasuke was probably thinking his own father forgot about his birthday. Again. And Fugaku couldn’t blame him. He wasn’t home. He didn’t even buy a gift. Didn’t leave a message, nothing. And even though all he wanted was to get home soon, he knew he wouldn’t even be able to do that.}

_{Dark gaze focused on the picture he had on his office table. It was so old— still made the elder smile, though. Ah, damn, he couldn’t do that. He put the picture face down and stared back at the papers he had to finish. He could always go home later to talk to Sasuke. He could always buy something the other day.}

_{Yes, Fugaku promissed to himself— Next year he would give Sasuke a big party and everything he wanted. After being out of the house for two years in a row, he owed that to his baby boy.}

_{Next year souded good. But just because Fugaku didn’t knew about the massacre about to happen, in some weeks. Maybe, if he knew, he would spend a last birthday with Sasuke.}

_{But he didn’t. Because he thought next year would come for him.}