Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Haruka is mine though. All characters and plots belong to their respected owner(s).
HE Took HER! And WE Want HER Back!
Chapter 13
-Itachi's POV-
What is wrong with this child? First uncontrollable laughter, then immense amount of tears and now uncontrollable rage. Since when was she like this? IS she getting comfortable enough with me to actually show emotions? Has she always been like this just afraid to show it? Has she always locked her true self away? I let her beat up against my chest, I doubt she can do serious damage, and if it makes her 'normal' again, I'd be happy-err- not happy, grateful, or contented. Much better words. Finally, after practically an hour she stops. She returns to her ball and begins crying again. I sigh, and put my hand against my forehead. What am I going to do with her? Surely the medic on the way won't be of any use.
I notice Haruka, staring at me with one eye. Giving me a look of waiting. Does she think I'd beat her right now? I'd kill her in annoyance, and I can't have her dead. I need an heir to give to Akatsuki. "You done?" I asked. I give her an emotionless expression. The child doesn't need any more problems right now. I'd go insane, dealing with them. So, I'll not show any anger, annoyance, or affection to her. I'd never love her, and will never will, so I don't have to worry about that on the list. I barely have to worry about affection either. Mostly the annoyance and anger part is what I'll worry about. And that will be tough, seeing the way she is acting.
I stand up and inform her of getting rid of the medic she wasn't even aware I sent for, and tell her to stay and not to hurt herself. Like she'd listen, but it seemed nessicary. With these moods I wouldn't be surprised if she tried to commit suicide. But she better not. Leader would skin me alive.
I go downstairs and leave the house, then the permisis. 10 minutes later I find the medic, and dismiss her. She'll be of no use. I journey back and notice Sasuke's and Kakashi's chakra still at the edge of the barrier. In the same spot too! Don't they know how to give up? I come closer and notice Haruka there. Great. I can't control my anger. I snarl death threat venomously to Sasuke and Kakashi and begin dragging Haruka back. But I notice something different, she is alive, but lifeless. Why must she be so difficult? She's hurting herself and becoming weaker now. Doesn't she know there is a difference from being apathetic most of the time, and being nothing except a shell!? I voice my thoughts. She only looks down. I take her to the kitchen, and make her sit. She is being too difficult. I really don't want to have to resort to this. But she is annoying me to no end. She needs to snap out of it. This is the only way I think she can. I smack her on the head, 13 times.
"Respond, dammit!" I growled, hitting her again, "I don't care how! Just do something!" I smack her a couple more times, 4 to be exact, she doesn't do anything. This is one of the last straws, if this doesn't work, I might have to resort to begging. And I REALLY don't want to do that. But, my life is more important then my dignity for a few moments. I draw a kunai, ad loosely grab her arm, her left, my right, seeing as I'm in front of her kneeling on the cold tile floor. I take the kunai and begin cutting it. Starting at the top making the cuts spiral down her arm, like a stair case, going all the way around, but keepping them shallow. Just deep enough to cause pain, glaze the ends of the nerves. Finally, as I'm halfway down the arm, she recoils. I let her at least it is a response. Then she grabs the pepper shaker and launches it at me. Interesting choice of weapon. I catch it with ease.
It is set down, back on the table where it belongs. I return the kunai, to its respected place, and lightly take Haruka's arm. Her eyes are closed, her forehead creased. She is thinking and is upset with something. She wants to cry. I allow healing chakra to emit itself from my hand, and heal her arm.
"Lets go to bed," I said softly, leading her up, taking her to my room, and tucking her into my bed. She's broken. I always tried to break her as a child and she breaks now, when she doesn't need it, and causes problems. It figures. I leave the room. I won't be able to sleep tonight. Too much to worry about, and to figure out. I walk myself to the living room, and lie down on the white couch. What am I going to do with her? How will I fix her? Why am I even dealing with this? I should have took her to leader when she was young and say she was defective then have had her killed. Its to late no. If she fails, I fail and die, or be tortured and punished for the rest pf my life. Light sobs are heard above me. She must be crying. Also mummering is heard. What is she saying? I sit up, and soundlessly walk to my room, standing right outside of the closed door.
"I want a daddy. I want a daddy. I want to be pretty like the snow. Pretty like the leaves and flowers. I want wings. I want to be free. I want to be strong. I want a daddy. I want a mommy. I want my puppy. I want a daddy." She mummered, over and over again. Echoing herself. What is wrong with this child? What caused her to be like this? Can one near death experience after countless really cause her to snap? Reduce her to almost a childhood like state like this?