Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.Haruka, who is going through some emotional issues right now, is mine though.

HE Took HER! And WE Want HER Back!

Chapter 12

-Haruka's POV-

"Haruka, why are you laughing like this?" Itachi asked, for the millionth time. As my laughter continues. He is more patient then before. I just can't stop. Why is everything so funny? Why can't I control myself? Why...why....WHY? WHY!?WHY!?WHY!? Why can't I have the answers? Why do I have this life? Why am I laughing? Why am I becoming this? Why can't I be so happy? Why do I ask questions? I shake, completely shake, no longer giggling, but laughing hysterically, tears coming out of my eyes. Why DO I even exist anymore?

"Haruka! Stop, just stop it. What are you trying to do? Prove? Are you trying to leave an impression? Make a point? What? Whatever it is, you've done it, now stop. A medic is coming, is that what you need?" Itachi asked, sighing. What? Does HE carenow? No, he doesn't. He just wants to save his ass. Save himself from leader's wrath. He needed a powerful heir, which is what I was suppose to be. A weapon, not a daughter. He never cared. He never will. The only ones that cared were Sasuke and Kakashi. Who knows what he has done to them? The laughter stops, it actually stops. All tears now. I'll be hurt later, just like when I was a child. Just like then... Before I knew and saw love. Maybe it would have been better without knowing what it was. I clench my head and scream. Its too much. Why did Itachi have to cause all these problems for me?

"Haruka, stop it!" Itachi ordered, in the sharp tone he used when I was little. The obey or else tone. I continue screaming and begin beating my hands against his chest. Who am I now? When did my fear leave? When did I get the guts to do this? Why is he letting me do this?

He lets me continue to beat my hands up against him. He just sat there accepting it. I keep going at it. 10 minutes, 15, 20, 35, 40. I continue until my arms are tired and begin crying again. I shrink up into a ball, waiting for a blow away from Itachi. None comes. I open one eyes, and see him, just sitting their, forehead resting against the palm of his hand.

"You done?" he asked, staring at me. I stare blankly.

"Stay here...I'm going to send the approaching medic away." He rose from his place and hastily adds "Please don't hurt yourself..."

"GAH!" I know that scream. It's Sasuke's when he is extremely frustrated. I only heard it once, but I'd recognize that scream anywhere. I run to the window, pressing my face against the cool glass. In the distance I see two figures, at the outskirts of the barrier. They're alive...they're here. Itachi didn't kill them after their last attempt. I smile. It turns into a frown instantly. Itachi, he'll hurt them if he catches them after me, again. I got to stop them. Or leave with them. If only I can get out. If I can be free, again.

I budge the frozen window open, and jump out, ignoring the red patches in the snow, created by me. I ignore the cold too. I'm only in a pair of thin, black capris and a red tee shirt. I run across the yard, hoping Itachi won't notice I'm gone, or looking out the kitchen window. I need to protect them. I reach the edge of the barrier. They look at me in shock.

"What happened to you?" they asked, simultaneously. I'm probably a mess, it wouldn't surprise me.

"Nothing, just leave before Itachi notices your here. You can't break in, and I can't break out..."

"Itachi can get in and out just fine," Sasuke said, glaring at the ground.

"I know. You need his blood and an Akatsuki ring. He always has the ring on his finger and he's notice if I took that. Or his blood." I said, sadly, wanting to break down again. Wanting to hurt Itachi, do more then beat on his chest for about an hour. I want to cause him pain, every little pain caused in my life caused by him, multiplied by a billion-no-by infinity.

"Haruka. We'll find away." Kakashi said, softly.

"He'll find out you're here! Do you think he won't notice?"

"He already knows we are here. He told us you were going insane. We were so worried, Haruka!" Sasuke said, sitting down, across from me.

"I would say I'm going insane too!" I let out a dark chuckle, I can't help it, even if it causes them worry. It's better to worry them, then to lie to them.

"I said to stay in the room!" a voice said, darkly, behind me. I whip around. Itachi is there. Shit. He grabs my arm, and pulls me away from the edge of the barrier, glaring at Sasuke and Kakashi. "If you want to live, leave!"

Sasuke advances forward to say something. Kakashi grabs his arm and pulls him back, dragging him away. It hurts that they give up so easily, but they're safe for now.

"Why didn't you listen?" he drags me towards the house. I am beginning to hate the word why. I don't know the answers to those why questions. I don't, I doubt I ever will. I don't respond. I'm mute like I was when I was 4. I won't speak. He can't make me. I will when I feel like it.

"ANSWER!" he roared. He has had more then enough of me lately. I'm causing problems. I'm weak. I just give him a stare. Maybe I won't be hurt again if I detach myself from everything, let everything go. My memories, my emotions, my thoughts. Become a lifeless shell. That's what a shinobi suppose to be anyway. An emotionless, weapon. Doesn't ask questions. Worth a try.

He stares at me for a moment, reading me, and slaps me across the face. "There's a difference from being apathetic and a shell. Don't you dare try to be the latter!" I look down and continue to be lead around like an animal. He leads me to the kitchen and forces me to sit. I just be a ragdoll, no reaction. Just the perfect tool. Another slap. Didn't he always want me to listen? Isn't because I wasn't compliant enough why I was beaten half of the time? (The other half not being strong enough.) So why am I being exactly what I always was suppose to be causing me pain? Another why, another answerless question.

"Respond, dammit. I don't care how. Just do something!" Itachi said, hitting me on the head several times. I accept it, what I want to do would cause worse punishment then this. And it is the only way I think I could respond. Other the having another breakdown, which would probably anger Itachi further. I'm thinking like my childhood self again. I can't let it go. I never will. I could never stop him in beatings like these. A knife is drawn, pain shoots through my arm, as he beings slicing spirals down it, slowly. I jerk away, and grab the pepper shaker, the closest thing in my reach, and launch it at him.

"Finally!" He catches the pepper shaker, and sets it down at the table. He grabs my arm and heals it. I close my eyes. I'm confused. I'm afraid. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm lost. I want a daddy. I want a daddy.