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I squirmed in my seat, unable to get myself comfortable in my chair. I sighed heavily, giving up and simply resorted to leaning back in the plush cushions.

"Ojou-sama, is your seat not to your liking?"

I looked up at the flight attendant.

Pristine-looking, pretty, professional.

Everything that I was not.

"No, no…" I shook my head, opting to look out of my window. "Just… anxious."

"Very well, Ojou-sama," She nodded in understanding, "If you require any assistance, please do not hesitate to call."

I sighed again, staring mournfully out of the window at the white clouds, as the flight attendant left.

'I didn't want this.'

Bright flashing lights greeted me as I walked through the glass doors.

I looked around, me searching for a familiar face.

"Miwa-hime?"

I turned at the sound of my name to see a man in his sixties, he smiled at me, his kind brown eyes crinkling slightly.

"S-Satoru-san?" I smiled shyly, "H-Hello… it's been a while."

He laughed, "Who is this beautiful young woman? She was just a child when she left! Who would've thought that such a small bud would have bloomed into such a gorgeous rose?"

I blushed lightly, "S-Satoru-san!"

Satoru took my suitcase from me, "You look just like your mother, you know?"

My heart skipped a beat as I bowed my head, "We should go…"

Satoru nodded sympathetically and led me out of the busy airport.

I followed him to a shiny black-

I froze in my tracks.

"What… the fu-" I cut myself off, "What on earth is that?!"

"Miwa-hime, it's just the car your father sent to pick you up," Satoru spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world to ride in an incredibly expensive limousine.

"'Car?'" I snorted, "That's like comparing a lame donkey to a pristine Pegasus! No competition whatsoever! Just look at this baby!"

Satoru chuckled as he guided me to the limo. He opened the door for me and bowed.

I sighed as I complied with his silent order, slipping into the limousine without much complaint. Admiring the inside, as much as I was on the outside.

I ran my hand over the leather seats as the old man put away my suitcase, slipping into the passenger side and telling the chauffer to drive.

I gazed out of the window and watched as tall skyscrapers and modern buildings gave way to more rural and larger spaces of land.

'I didn't want this.'

I froze completely.

Not one, but two. Whole. Freaking. Lines of maids and servants lined the sides of the grand hallway of the mansion I was to be staying in.

"Okaerinasai, Miwa-hime-sama."

"Welcome home, Young Mistress Miwa."

Suddenly, I felt very grimy and inadequate in my simple jeans, t-shirt and jacket outfit. I could just hear the comments of the maids right now.

"Ew… did you see her?"

"So, not what I expected"

"Are you sure that's Miwa-hime?"

"She doesn't even look like an Uchiha."

I glanced at Satoru in my desperation, my coal-black eyes saying one thing;

'What the hell do I do?'

Luckily, he caught my message.

"Very well!" Satoru clapped his hands briskly, "Return to your positions, Miwa-hime must meet with her father."

Or maybe not…

My heart plummeted to the ground as two maids took my bags and Satoru led me to my father's study.

With every step I took, my feet became heavier and heavier, as if my feet were slowly turning into lead.

"Miwa-hime, you really mustn't worry," Satoru whispered. "You'll be fine."

I smiled shakily at the old butler, his brown hair beginning to whiten and crinkles making his face look like the kindly grandfather-figure he was to me.

Satoru had been working for my father's family for years, his father was the butler before him. He had grown up with my paternal grandfather, and had known my father ever since the day he was born. He was the one who took care of everything in this household, from organizing the staff to even taking care of the children, personally. In all honesty, Satoru was one of the people who I had missed most in my absence.

Of course, I couldn't say this aloud, my father would frown upon me and it would go straight to his list of "Why Miwa Disappoints Me."

We reached his study.

I inhaled deeply, and fixed on a blank mask.

'Conceal, don't feel.'

I smiled inwardly at the words of the popular Disney song, that some people just can't stop singing.

Satoru smiled sadly, and rapped sharply on the door.

"Come in,"

I gulped as Satoru opened the door and walked, me trailing behind.

"Miwa-hime has arrived, Fugaku-sama." Satoru announced as he strode in.

I studied the man behind the desk. His dark brown hair ended at the nape of his neck, his eyes were still the dark obsidian orbs I remembered from childhood, his face still set in the same disapproving frown he always wore.

"Miwa," Fugaku sat up straighter, "Sit,"

I bowed before sitting in the armchair opposite his desk, my eyes never leaving his.

'I have to show him that I'm not weak. I have to show him, that I am strong.'

"Satoru, you may leave." Fugaku waved his hand.

"As you wish, Fugaku-sama." Satoru bowed, before nodding at me. "Miwa-hime."

'Don't leave me here, please!'

I nodded at him, in acknowledgement.

As the door shut behind the elderly butler, we lapsed into an awkward silence.

Fugaku wrote something on a piece of paper, before placing down his pen and laced his fingers together.

I bit my tongue as I took in the minute changes in the man who sired me.

Wrinkles had begun to settle around his eyes and forehead, reminding me that although this man was both powerful and intimidating, he was still a subject to time and space.

"Miwa…"

My coal eyes met his obsidian orbs, his held more pain and sadness than I had ever seen in him.

It was quickly snuffed out as his harsh voice penetrated the silence.

"Tomorrow is the funeral."

I gulped at the reminder, blinked twice, and then schooled my face into a neutral mask.

"You will not attend."

I froze.

"It will cause an unnecessary uproar, considering that no one had ever known about your existence."

'What?'

"It is for the best that you remain a secret."

'Secret?'

"We mustn't bring shame to our clan."

'Shame?'

The back of my eyes prickled.

That's right… I'm simply the unwanted child… a girl… completely useless in the eyes of the clan.

But… I thought…

"Are you sure that I cannot attend?" I spoke calmly and carefully, "Otou-sama, I could simply watch from the back."

Fugaku shook his head. "No. Questions will arise. I am afraid that it won't do. Also, your resemblance to her is uncanny."

My heart leapt at his last words.

He really thought I looked like her?

"I could say I was a relative." I suggested, "A cousin, a niece, a-"

"Miwa, in your absence, I believe you have forgotten." Fugaku cut me off, his words covered with ice. "My word is final. Do you understand?"

I nodded, my head bowed. "Yes, Otou-sama."

"You are dismissed."

I walked out of the room.

It wasn't until the study was out of sight before I began to run.

"Miwa-hime, dinner is ready," Satoru opened my bedroom door.

Bedroom? Pfft, more like a ballroom.

Okay, a miniature ballroom… The queen-sized bed was covered with blankets and sheet of gold and red, the red drapes hung down from the canopy. Attached to my room was a door to my own private bathroom, a walk-in closet with my things already unpacked plus a ton of other clothes and things that I didn't even recognise.

All of this I ignored.

I hugged a worn out Eevee plush toy that I was given for Christmas when I was younger. I sat on the window-seat, a blanket over my shoulders, my knees to my chest.

"Miwa-hime…?"

"I've got jet-lag," I spoke quietly, "Please… leave me alone…"

The door shut quietly and I wiped the tears away. I was gone for eight years… eight bloody years…

Only seeing this accursed family once a year… on television if I was lucky. Fugaku I saw only on the rarest occasions. My two older brothers, were the same and my mother…

Tears welled up in my eyes.

She came to see me every year, on my birthday, Christmas Eve and maybe for a day or two during school holidays. She called me every other day and sent gifts every now and then.

Not only to me either. She always made sure to include something for my adoptive parents and younger siblings.

She made sure to make everyone feel included, her love touched us all.

'But she's not here now.'

I choked back on my sobs.

'My only link to this family was gone.'

I buried my face into my Eevee's fur.

'I'm forbidden to attend her funeral.'

I screamed into the stuffed Pokémon.

'Why was I here?'

I threw it across the room.

'What do they want?'

I went to retrieve it.

'Haven't they done enough?'

I stared into the toy's blank eyes.

'Haven't I suffered enough?'

Tears dripped onto the brown faux fur.

'I'm nothing but an unwanted child.'

I curled up into a ball on the floor.

'What do they want?'

My eyes drooped closed and I fell asleep.

'I didn't want this.'