[Phase Two]; The Symptoms
{6 Years Later}
[Nono Age; 13]

After that encounter I started to wonder if maybe I could become a ninja too by practicing taijutsu without my father knowing. Lee gave me hope though I would never admit it to myself.

"Hah, yah 197, 198, 199,200!" I shouted, punching a tree near the compound, multiple times. "Nono, where are you? Get over here this instant!" My father's voice barked from the compound.

I flinched at the tone of his voice, immediately running towards where he was. "Yes sir?" I asked timorously, looking at the ground avoiding eye contact.

My hands were behind my back hiding the cuts and scratches, caused by training, from him "It's almost suppertime and you haven't even started preparing it yet, Nono, where have you been?" He demanded furiously.

"I was, I-I was in the forest picking edible herbs." I lied staring up at him worriedly, hoping that he wouldn't figure me out. He glared at me, "Well, where are the herbs Nono? Hmm?" He asked in a mocking tone.

I started to get angry, "I left them back there in the forest to come to your call sir." Showing a little distaste towards him. My eyes shut close endeavor to lessen the pain falling from the impact with my father's large hand to my face.

He slapped me again

"Never use that disgusting tone with me now go to the kitchen and start preparing the meal." He demanded, glaring darkly. "But, what about the herb--"

"Leave them, you'll eat once everyone is finished understood?" He boomed. "Yes sir!" I responded strongly secretly hidden with hate.

"Good." He said lowly, walking back into the compound.

"AGH, fuck!" I yelled bitterly in frustration and anger, punching an innocent tree near by making a very noticeable deep dent. I retreated my hand scanning over the scratches and splinters around my knuckles.

"I'll show my father how strong I've become one of these days and that will be the day he takes his last breath." I whisper harshly, walking into the compound heading towards the kitchen.

He was the one who made me bitter; he was the one who substandard my dreams and he will be the one to pay for his sins.

Once in the kitchen I went over to the sink to wash my soiled hands.

The cuts around my knuckles and hands started to sting. I went over to a cabinet to get a roll of white bandages, starting to rap them around my right hand.

"Nono-chan, what happened to you, did your father do this?" A worried little voice came from the entrance of the kitchen. I scowled at the word 'father' "What are you doing here Mitsu-chan?" I asked the small 7 year old girl sternly starting to bandage my left hand.

She smiled and came to my side. "Big brother was worried about you again, he heard your dad yelling he asked me to check up on you for him." She said, looking up at me with a cute smile.

"-Sigh- why doesn't your brother have the balls to come himself?" I asked lazily. She giggled at my choice of words. "Nono-chan you know he can't just come in and see you." She said disappointed that I forgotten.

"Well, you can't really waltz in here and talk with me either, tell your brother thanks for worrying, but I can take care of myself. Now scram before you get into trouble." I said to her shoving her off to the kitchen door.

Mitsu smiled up at me brightly, "Nono-chan you know very well that big brother could never stop worrying about you. He cares for you too much." She giggles and runs off.

I sighed in annoyance stepping back into the kitchen searching for ingredients.

I was in the middle of making a salad contently when a depiction of my father ruined my quiet moment.

I placed the salad down placing my head in my hands crouching down to the ground I started to cry in anger and frustration at my miserable life.

All my happiness and joy the little that I have of it he drives it away sending me back to my hell whole, I'm nothing, but a burden to my own father not a protégé not a friend not even a daughter just a filthy burden that has no future