I wanted to cry.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to throw a fucking tantrum.

But I didn't.

Instead, I pulled myself back onto my feet, using the bars on either side of me.

I waved away the nurse that had moved forward to help me up, I didn't need anyone's help. I didn't want anyone's help.

"Uchiha-hime, perhaps we should take a break now," The nurse spoke uneasily. "You've been doing this for quite a while."

"No," I pulled myself onto my feet, panting with the effort of doing that several times already. "The more I work on it, the more I'll improve."

"Uchiha-hime-"

I ignored her, and painfully, placed one foot in front of the other. Slowly, gradually. I was almost to the end of the room.

But then my legs gave way under me and I fell once more.

"Goddamnit," I cursed under my breath, "Ufa, kefe, ae gae, magnai, michod, bothi*..."

I wanted to lash out at the nurse who helped me to my feet.

I wanted to swear.

I wanted to curse.

But most of all, I wanted to go back home. Back to my family. Back to the ones who I needed the most now, than ever before.

I was helped into my wheelchair and wheeled out into the lobby of the physiotherapy place.

I've been coming here every week for the past three months. Any progress that has been made is a positive sign! At least that's what they tell me. I've made little progress, but it wasn't enough.

I wanted to run again, to walk. To be able to get changed into my own clothes without the help of other people!

Funny, how much I took for granted until it was actually taken away from me.

Most of the time that I've been here, I've spent locked up in my room and in the physiotherapy place. I've barely seen Fugaku and talk to Sasuke and Itachi on the rarest of occasions. The only time when I actually speak to people is to the nurses, and only to tell them that I wanted to keep going.

Now, apparently, I'm getting a tutor and re-starting my studies when I get home! Oh, the joys of being a crippled. Not going to school, not going in public, not going anywhere but my fucking physiotherapy appointments!

I sighed outwardly. I wished that I was born a different person, then perhaps things would be better.

~XXX~

I grinned to myself, gripping the wheels of my wheelchair excitedly.

Fugaku had to go to a meeting, my brothers were at school and Satoru was out in the garden organizing something or another, that man worked too hard.

I gripped the railing of the ramp, and took in a deep breath.

No backing out now, this was the only time I could do this.

Without giving any thought to any consequences, I pushed myself away from the railings and down the ramp.

I leaned forward to get as much speed as possible, and slightly to the right or left when the need called for it.

Peals of laughter erupted from my throat as I zoomed down the ramp.

But nothing could compare to the rush of the air as I whizzed by, nor the way my eyes stung as I went down faster and faster.

It was as close to running that I could get.

And dammit all, I was going to savour this moment!

And possibly do it about hundred times if I don't get hurt here.

When I reached the bottom of the ramp, I forgot to anticipate the fact that I wouldn't stop just because I was on solid ground.

Nope.

Not at all.

In fact I just kept going, heading right for the front doors.

To my immense luck, the doors opened.

"Move!" I half-yelled, half-laughed. "Move or get run over by the cripple!"

About nine bodies jumped out of the way as I rushed by, I leaned towards the left and managed to get myself and my wheelchair onto the outside ramp.

I laughed again, as I sped up once more.

Then my wheelchair hit gravel.

That's when it slowed to a stop.

Heck, not even slowed. More like bumped and jolted to a stop.

Which made my wheelchair fall.

Which meant that Miwa went tumbling out of her seat and because the momentum was still not completely lost, she went rolling on the gravel. Successfully, getting her clothes dirty, messing up her wind-messed hair and earning her a few bruises.

"Miwa?!"

"Imoutou!"

I covered my face, my shoulders trembling, tears streaming down my face.

Never have I ever laughed this much since I left New Zealand.

Peals of laughter continued to bubble up, even when Itachi and Sasuke helped me up back onto my wheelchair.

I would've gotten up by myself, but I was laughing too hard.

"Imoutou, are you okay?" Itachi looked at me worriedly. "What happened?"

"Oh man, Onii-sama!" I giggled, still not coming down from the adrenaline induced high I put myself through, "You have to try it! It's so fun!"

"What is?" Itachi glanced between me and the open front door. "Imoutou, what happened?"

I turned my attention to my clothes and busied myself with brushing off gravel from my body.

"Weeeeeeelllllll..." I drawled out, "I got bored, that's what happened."

"What?"

"When Miwa gets bored, Miwa tends to do things to make her not bored." I patted Itachi's head as if he was a child. "Usually, it's reading, or drawing, or writing, or cleaning, or cooking, or playing sports, or running... but Miwa isn't allowed to cook or clean because... Miwa's an... Uchiha? I think that's what they told Miwa. Anyways, Miwa was bored of just reading, writing and drawing, and Miwa can't run or play sports for obvious reasons." I nodded to myself, stroking my imaginary beard. "So, Miwa did the only logical thing to do."

"Which was?" Itachi stood up and brushed the gravel from his pants.

"I like cars and mechanics, there was a ramp and I have wheels." I grinned up at him, "I'm sure you can figure it out."

There was a pause...

"You rolled yourself down the ramp all by yourself?!" Itachi looked incredulous, "Imoutou!"

"Uh-uh!" I shook my head vigorously, "Rolled is too tame of a word... more like sped or raced with the wind. AND! It was two ramps!"

Suddenly, four guys burst out laughing.

Kushina's son; Naruto, a brown haired fellow with red triangles on his cheeks, a guy with long blonde hair and blue eyes and another tall guy with dark spiky hair and gill-like tattoos on his face and neck.

"Uchiha this is your docile, innocent, pure little sister you were talking about?" The guy with the long blonde hair chortled.

"More like a little dare devil!" The tall, massive guy grinned, amused.

"'Devil' is right," Sasuke glared at me, before storming into the house.

I blinked at the unfamiliar males either staring at me or after Sasuke, some with grins still on their faces.

"Welp... I didn't expect you and Nii-san to be home so soon..." I mumbled, eyeing the other males uneasily, "Nor did I expect you to have friends over."

"They aren't my friends-"

"Hey!"

"-they're just some members in a... group I'm in." Itachi shot a look over his shoulder at the long haired blonde, the tall dark-haired one and the quiet male with red hair. "There are more coming but these three wanted to catch a ride with me."

I glanced at the other three males, including Naruto, the brown-hair guy and a stoic male with long dark hair. "And they are...?"

"Sasuke's friends," Itachi grabbed hold of the handlebars of my wheelchair, "Let's get you inside,"

"I'm good, thanks though." With that said, I wheeled myself away from Itachi, his friends and Sasuke's friends.

I acted cool and composed, but to be completely honest? They were hot, and I made a complete fool out of myself when I went crashing into the ground.

I scowled to myself when I reached the foot of the ramp.

Great first impression, Miwa. You're soooooooo cool! Not.

I hated going up the ramp by myself, it was too exhausting, and sometimes I'll go backwards, then I'll have to start up all over again. I had to hold onto the grips on the wheels pretty tight in order to get up the ramp without reversing back. But my pride wouldn't ask anyone for help. Whoop-de-fucking-doo.

"Here, let me help." A gentle voice spoke as going up the ramp suddenly became easier.

I turned around in my seat slightly, to see who was helping me up. It wasn't Itachi, he'd ask. It wasn't one of the maids or servants, I specifically told them not to. I wasn't even sure if Sasuke knew how to help.

Pure, innocent blue eyes stared back at me with amusement dancing in them, his tanned face framed by a halo of blonde spikes. He grinned at me, making the three whisker marks on his cheeks seem more prominent.

"Oh, hey Naruto-san," I smiled up shyly, "How's Kushina-san?"

Naruto shrugged, "She's alright. She wanted to come and see you but apparently, she's banned from this house."

My thoughts went back to the first and perhaps, the last time I saw Kushina Uzumaki-Namikaze here in Uchiha Mansion.

"Every time I see that… girl, I am only torturing myself. I only see my dead wife through that girl's eyes."

"I can barely stand to look at her, she does nothing but bring me pain."

"It would've been better off if she was never born."

"But if I know Kaa-san, she'll stop at nothing to see you again. Might even kidnap you." Naruto chuckled as we reached the top of the ramp. I giggled, knowing Kushina, she might actually do that. "So... which one's your room?"

"Down there," I pointed down the hall, "The third door on the right."

"Got it," Naruto started to push me again, "So... what happened to your legs?"

"I, uh," I rubbed the back of my neck. "Well, let's just say that it wasn't by choice."

"Obviously," Naruto snorted to himself, "But no, seriously. What happened?"

I clicked my tongue, "Nothing much to be honest. One night I was walking around with my friends, nek minnit, we get jumped."

It was true. I was walking around with friends, it was at night, and we did get jumped. It just wasn't the whole truth.

"What?! What happened?!" Naruto's eyes went wide. "Does your dad know? Does Sasuke? Itachi? The police?"

I laughed at the blonde and his reactions as we reached my room, I stopped when I saw the utter seriousness on his face. "Oh, you're serious."

"'Course I am!"

"Do me a favour and don't tell anyone, ne, Naruto-san?" I opened the door of my bedroom and wheeled myself in. "It's in the past now, and I don't want everything to blow up. Besides," I held up a hand when I saw that the older teenager was about to protest, "I was partly to blame. Bye."

I closed the door and waited until I heard the sound of his feet walk away. I smiled to myself.

'Such an innocent kid,'

~XXX~

"Miwa!" Taylor saw me first, waving me over to where she stood in the doorway of a closed dairy. "Mate, what took you so long?"

"Argument." I said simply, shrugging. "Tama's being an arse, that's all."

Taylor nodded, "Jordyn's gone ahead, we better follow."

"Got it,"

We began to make our way to where we knew that Jordyn would be, on the very edge of our territory. She'll be hidden, and if anything went wrong, she would call Taylor and we'd be there in an instant if we needed to be. Our scouts told us that there shouldn't be any form of contact with anyone outside of our group, but we couldn't be too sure. There is danger in comfortably.

The twins and I knew these streets like the back of our hands. We knew every nook and cranny, every corner, every alleyway, every streetlight and where every camera was.

That was the only thing that helped us to survive.

We were jumped, me and Taylor, by that newly rising gang that thought that they were all targeted two fourteen year olds, walking down the street after dark.

I don't remember much of that night, it was too chaotic, too messy, too bloody. All I remember, is the other gang, about ten to twelve of them, caught us by surprise. All I remember, is one of the other gang members rushed to Taylor and then I...

I jumped in front of her.

Next thing I knew, I was waking up in hospital without the use of my legs, Jordyn had a broken arm and short hair, and Taylor lay in the room next to mine in a coma.

*Ufa, kefe, ae gae - Samoan swear words, doesn't really have a definite translation, except for the last one, ae gae means eat shit.

Magnai, Michod, Bothi - Fuck, Motherfucker, Dickhead

Well, not very proud of this chapter, but I thought that it would be interesting to see what Miwa would do since she can't really do anything. My updates are very random, and usually on a whim. Please leave a review! There's no way I can improve without feedback!