"Brother seemed to have a conflict with Father and the clan because of Shisui-san before. I'm so scared of Brother when he's like that, Feitao. What on earth is wrong with him? Father has been acting like he cares about me a lot and pays so much attention to me lately, but it always feels weird. Mother keeps trying to say something, but then stops herself. I just feel like the atmosphere at home is so oppressive. What is actually wrong with Brother? Feitao, I don't like Brother like this."
You don't like him? Well, I don't like this KAMISAMA either.
Still, if there's something to be said, it needs to be said.
Since she had a mission tomorrow anyway, heading over early would give her a chance to talk to him. No matter how much he tried to play the ostrich this time, she was going to drag some answers out of him—even if she had to resort to physical violence, though she probably couldn't beat him.
Bright and early the next morning, to keep Itachi from beating her to it, Feitao set her alarm for four in the morning and wandered over to the Uchiha compound. She arrived just as Mikoto opened the door.
"Good morning, Aunt Mikoto. KAMISAMA isn't out yet, is he?" Feitao asked softly. She could sense it—Itachi was still home, but she could see the exhaustion on Mikoto's face, well-hidden though it was.
Mikoto reached out and stroked Feitao's hair. "Good morning. Itachi should be up already."
"I'll go find him, then."
Chapter 143