Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, all rights, sadly, belong to Masashi Kishimoto. Who, still, continues to make me anguish over the state of some of his characters.

"Oi,"

I looked up from my book to see Sasuke standing at the doorway of my room. We stared at each other for a while, well... he glared, I stared at him blankly, just wanting to see how long it'll take for either of us to break.

I was bored, nothing really entertains me nowadays. Might as well piss off my moody brother.

Finally, Sasuke broke the silence. "Come."

I raised an eyebrow, then looked pointedly at my wheelchair that was just out of my reach. "Uhm, help?"

He rolled his eyes but pushed the wheelchair towards me. I raised my other eyebrow but proceeded to heave myself onto the wheeled contraption, I bit my lip as I struggled to place myself on the seat comfortably.

I blinked as I felt strong hands lift me up from under my armpits. I was settled on the wheelchair comfortably, when I looked up, Sasuke was already walking out the door. I shrugged and quickly wheeled myself after the broody teenager.

He led me down the hall, to the part of the Mansion that I've never been to. Not that anyone ever told me that I wasn't allowed, but more like I got the feeling that I wasn't welcomed. The walls were lined with men with the same stern eyes and varying shades of dark hair. They all seemed to look down their straight noses on me, they all seemed to disapprove of me, of anyone, to be honest.

"Who are these people?" I looked up to Sasuke, his shoulders stiffened slightly.

"The former Heads of the Uchiha clan," Sasuke spoke simply, "They've been going back for more than a hundred years. Otou-sama is the current Head of the Uchiha clan, Itachi-nii will be the next Head."

I looked at the name plagues of two of the former Heads. 1764-1765 for one of the Heads and 1765-1800 for the one right next to it.

"Why has this guy's reign as Uchiha Head lasted for only one year but the one next to it last for thirty-five years?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Masahiko Uchiha-sama," Sasuke gestured to the male who's plague said '1764-1765'. "He was the Uchiha Head from 1764 to 1765, he died from mysterious circumstances, without an heir. Thankfully, his younger brother, Iwao Uchiha-sama, took the seat of the Head of Uchiha."

"'Thankfully'? 'Mysterious circumstances'?" I raised an eyebrow, "Really? They fell for it?"

The corner of Sasuke's mouth twitched upwards. "Not as bad these guys,"

He gestured to a row of about ten portraits, I blinked in surprised as I saw that the time that these particular men served varied between two years and two weeks.

"The first one was Ichiro Uchiha," Sasuke gestured to first of the ten, "He managed to hold his place as Uchiha Head longer than most of his brothers."

"How long?"

"For about a year and a half." Sasuke gestured down the line, "It wasn't until his youngest brother; Juro Uchiha took the place of Uchiha Head that all the 'mysterious illnesses' and 'unfortunate accidents' ceased."

"Juro-sama was the youngest of...?"

"Ten," Sasuke smirked bitterly, "Since them, none of the Uchiha Heads had more than one son. For obvious reasons."

"But there's you and Itachi," I pointed out.

"The first Uchiha brothers in over a hundred years." Sasuke said bitterly. "Follow me,"

I rolled myself after the walking male, glancing at the portraits as I passed. Shaking my head at the sort things that occurred during my ancestors' lifetimes.

I followed my older brother down even further into the hallway until we came to the other side of the house.

"These are Okaa-san's rooms," Sasuke spoke, his voice rough. "This is where she'd spend most of her time."

My eyes widened in surprise, he was sharing this place with me? But I thought that he didn't even like...

Maybe I shouldn't have judged him so harshly, before.

"You like to read," He said it more as a statement, rather than a question. "Here."

He opened a door and stood aside for me to enter. "This was her favourite room,"

I wheeled past him cautiously to enter the room he opened, and my mouth fell open in a mixture of surprise, awe and delight.

In the room, were rows and rows and rows of bookshelves, going from the high ceiling right down to the floor, the bookshelves made of mahogany, smooth to the touch and dust-free. I ran my hands over the books as I wheeled myself in, I inhaled deeply, taking delight in the smell of these beautiful worlds within these pages. My obsidian wide and alive with delight and joy as I turned back to Sasuke.

"Okaa-chan... this whole room was hers?" I asked excitedly, "It's amazing!"

I turned my wheelchair around to face the room again, and I could swear that I could hear someone chuckle.

I dismissed the thought. The only other one here was Sasuke and he never laughs. Or smiles for that matter. He only smirks, and that was out of arrogance.

"It was Otou-san's gift to her a few months after their wedding day," Sasuke explained, "Don't break anything."

I turned around once more to find him starting to leave.

I smiled to myself, as I whispered. "Arigatou, Nii-san."

I didn't know that he heard me.

I swear to God, if Satoru hadn't come to get me for dinner, I would've stayed in Mikoto's library for the rest of the night.

Or life, the guidelines were vague.

We ate in silence, my eyes darting around the room for any excuse to get out. Damn, these 'family dinners' were too damn awkward. I didn't even see the reason for my being here, after all, no one really wanted me here.

Well... I glanced at Sasuke, then back at my plate.

Sasuke's been acting more... well, I should say less of an asshole as usual. To be honest, I'd say that he was (dare I say it?) acting civil towards me. My thoughts went back to this afternoon when he showed me Kaa-chan's library. Okay, maybe he was warming up to me? It's hard to tell with such an emotionless prick for a brother.

I pretended to listen to Itachi as he spoke about his day at school. He was a senior in high school, but he also worked at the Uchiha Incorporations whenever he could, that's why he was always away for meetings and the such.

"-iwa? Miwa?"

I jerked out of my thoughts to see my father and brothers looking at me. "Uhm, sorry?"

"What did you do today?" Itachi repeated his question.

"Oh, I..." My eyes met Sasuke's, his head shaking ever so slightly, but the message was clear enough.

Don't tell them.

"I didn't do anything exciting," I swallowed, "I just read some books, that's all."

Itachi raised an eyebrow, catching onto my half-truth.

I swear, this guy is able to read minds.

"In that case, your tutor will be arriving tomorrow morning," Fugaku stated, cutting into his steak. "Be sure to be awake, early in the morning. I will not tolerate any sort of tardiness from you, no matter what condition you are in."

I nodded, pressing my lips together to keep me from saying something I would regret.

"Yes, Otou-sama." I managed to hiss out, "I understand."

I winced as the maid dragged the brush through my hair once more, attempting to get all the tangles out. I'd tell her that it was uncomfortable, but she seems like she was already frustrated enough.

Today was the day when I meet my new tutor. I wasn't looking forward to it at all. I preferred to work in a classroom with classmate to discuss with, and a teacher to ask and answer questions. A tutor is just too personal, it's lonely and it makes me feel like I'm stupid.

"Miwa- hime, it's time to go downstairs." Satoru opened the door, standing at the doorway.

"Do I have to go?" I whined, "You could just say that I got the flu and I can't come down because if I do, I'll get everyone else sick."

"And get Miyazaki-san to lie as well?" Satoru raised an amused eyebrow at me.

I looked up at the brown-haired maid, then back to Satoru. "Miyazaki-san won't tell, will you?"

Miyazaki smiled, amused. "If Miwa-sama wishes it so, then so be it."

"You must go downstairs, Miwa-hime." Satoru grabbed my wheelchair and brought it closer to where Miyazaki was brushing my hair, "Miyazaki-san, you may leave now."

Miyazaki bowed once to me, then to Satoru, then quickly left.

I stared after her for a while, she didn't seem all that older than I was at the moment. She was also one of the only maids that I could actually have a conversation with, without them trying to constantly please me.

Maybe I wanted a decent conversation for once, was it really that hard to understand.

Satoru guided me down the ramp to the ground floor of the Uchiha Mansion, to where my tutor was waiting for me.

"Don't look so down, Miwa-hime." Satoru whispered to me, "I'm sure that your new tutor will be well-educated."
"That's not the case, Satoru-san," I folded my arms, "It's just… I learn better in a classroom, with classmates to discuss with and a teacher who isn't a stuck up as-"

"Language, Hime."

"Snob, then." I gave a half-hearted smile up at the older man.

"I'm sure that your tutor will be adequate, Hime." Satoru rolled me into the grand living room. "This is where you will be having your lessons, your tutor will be here shortly. If you need anything, do not hesitate to call for me or any of the other maids."
"Is Miyazaki-san here?" I asked as Satoru began to walk away.

"No, Hime. Miyazaki-san has her own lessons to attend to," Satoru smiled, "She'll be back by the afternoon."

I nodded sadly, feeling lonely already. "Onii-sama? Nii-san? Have they gone to school as well?"

"Yes, Hime. Your brothers have left as well,"

I pouted as Satoru exited the room, wanting at least one person to talk to.

"Miwa Uchiha-sama?"

I turned my head to see a young male standing at the doorway of the living room, "Yes?"

He ran a hand through his hair, smiling softly. "Hello, Miwa-sama. I will be your new tutor."

A/N: So sorry if I haven't been updating as much as I used to, been so busy with school and other commitments.
SO! Who do you think the tutor is? I'd like to know your thoughts on Miwa's story so far! I'm sure, she'll appreciate it too!