Itachi's POV
After getting Yoru settled from his mental breakdown, I prepared a bath for him and got everything ready for Yoru who was still in my room as there are no other spare rooms in the house as it was meet for a family of four. Seeing the thin and dirty child sitting in rags shivering in the middle of the bed, my heart ached before I put it aside and walked over to the boy with a soft smile to ease his nerves and picked Yoru up so I could carry him to the bath. I'm certain that the child has had a proper bath in years judging from the amount of dirt on his skin and hair which had changed color from neglect, as well as his odour which was a horrid smell not that blame the child for his poor hygiene.
Setting Yoru in the tub full of warm water and sweet smelling bubbles, I got a rag and started to wash the boy as gently as possible and watched Yoru for any signs of distress or panic attacks, only to find him watching me wash his body with childish curiosity in his stunning gold-silverish eyes was amusing to say the least. After draining the tub a few times, Yoru was clean and wearing my shirt and pajama bottoms which were very large on him but would have to do until I could get some clothes that would actually fit his small frame comfortably. Looking at Yoru's silver hair that fell over his shoulders like a silver waterfall, I felt that this is what Yoru should and will look like as I have something say about it.
After a small bowl of congee, I put Yoru in bed because it was very late and he needed all the sleep he could get as tomorrow is no doubt going to be a very stressful day.
I woke up early the next morning as usual and got ready for the day and watched Yoru sleep peacefully as I waited for him to wake naturally. I didn't have to wait long and soon I got Yoru bathed and dressed for breakfast with my family, hopefully nothing will go wrong this morning and maybe mother will like the new addition as well as Sasuke.
Carrying Yoru down the stairs as I was in a hurry to get a extremely light breakfast down Yoru's throat and I need to get him some clothes and other necessities that Yoru will most certainly need as I have a feeling that he'll grow slower than the average child and it's probably because of neglect in his early years but also because of his mothers bloodline that was thought to be extinct; it was very similar to the Hatake bloodline which granted heightened senses but Yoru's senses are going to be heightened to even higher levels and his body hasn't stopped growing yet so there's no telling when his senses will stop adjusting until he's 18. In some ways, I pity the child for having enhanced hearing, smell, touch because the village is never silent during the day.
Mentally shaking my head free of other thoughts on the matter as it will be a concern in the future, I greeted my mother and Otouto as usual, I placed Yoru in my lap since there were no other chairs available and began to eat slowly and alternately fed Yoru some light congee since he can't eat solids yet; I knew mother would like to discuss my decision in taking in Yoru and my stance in the matter wouldn't change no matter what she says to me. I decided to resign from my position as Anbu captain last night as I've long since served my time and then some there and become a Jonin so I could spend more time with my little Otouto and Yoru, I'm so close to breaking from the pressure that's been put on me since I was born and if something wasn't done soon I fear that I would walk a path that could not come back from. I knew that if killed my clan in order to save Sasuke from Danzo's clutches I would inspire hatred in him so he would hate me enough to kill me, as much as it hurts to think about it would be my exact course of action and I would never tell Sasuke of the burden I carried.