"Ano, Miwa-sama?"

I looked up from my homework, although I wasn't sure what to call it since I was being tutored in my own home, so any 'school' work was technically 'home' work.

Miyazaki stood at the door, a basket of my clothes in her hands.

"Oh, come in." I stretched my arms, groaning in delight as my back clicked deliciously. "Oh, that felt good,"

Miyazaki chuckled to herself, as she carried on with her task of putting away my clothes in the closet.

My days in the Uchiha Mansion had settled into somewhat of a routine. Breakfast with Sasuke and Itachi as Fugaku went to work, my morning tutoring sessions with Kabuto, Lunch by myself, more tutoring sessions, dinner with my brothers and Fugaku, homework, sleep and repeat.

It's become incredibly boring.

"Ugh, I want to go out," I complained as I rubbed my tired eyelids.

Miyazaki giggled, as she sorted through my closet. "Why don't you ask Sasuke or Itachi to take you out? It is Sunday tomorrow."

I blinked at her, "Sunday? It's Sunday tomorrow?" I blinked at her, "That means today's Saturday! Why was I doing work on a Saturday?! It's criminal!"

I rolled myself to my bed and flopped half of my body on it, the other half remained on my wheelchair.

"I miss running..." I mumbled through the sheets, my voice muffled through the fabrics.

I sighed heavily, before pushing myself up to prop my face on my hands, elbows resting on the edge of the bed. I watched as Miyazaki sorted through dirty clothes and clean clothes, wincing as the pile of dirty clothes grew steadily bigger.

"Sorry about that," I apologise as she placed all the dirty clothes in the basket that she had brought in with her.
She smiled at me, "It's fine, Miwa-sama. It's only giving me something to do. Your brothers, on the other hand, are so neat and tidy that no one ever bothers to go in their room. There's literally nothing there for the maids to do."

I giggled and Miyazaki smiled almost sadly as she left the room.

I drummed my fingers against my thighs, thinking about what I could do to cure my boredom. I could race myself down the ramp again…

No, last time I did that Itachi ordered the maids and servants to be cautious of where I was. If they ever saw me attempting that again, they were to stop me.

I had pouted then, having the only active thing that kept me occupied taken away from me.

Today was bright and sunny, it was no day to be cooped up in a house. I wanted to stretch out my legs and just spend time outside.

Well, not exactly stretch out my legs…

It was hard to stretch them when you can't really feel them.

I shook my head and wheeled myself out of my room, aiming just to wander the halls until I got too bored of that. I wheeled my way through the hallways and peering into the other rooms. Fugaku was home, so I didn't dare try to go into Mikoto's room. I knew that she would welcome me in there, but I wasn't too sure about Fugaku himself.

"What are you doing?"

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

I turned what I could of my body, without moving my wheelchair, to face my sire.

Fugaku stood as tall and as intimidating as ever. I don't think that I could ever feel at ease in his presence, no matter how many times we were in the same room.

I brushed my bangs out of my eyes. "I'm just looking around. Taking a break from homework."

"In that case, your break's over. Go back to studying."

I narrowed my eyes slightly. "I will. In about five minutes."

"Are you defying my orders?" Fugaku crossed his arms, his pair of obsidian eyes narrowing as well.

"It's not healthy to be kept locked up in a room all hours of the day." I replied smoothly, ignoring how fast my heart was beating. "It's a fact that breaks have to be included in order for short-term memories to be filtered into long-term memories."

"Is that why your grades have been atrocious in your last school?" Fugaku glared down at me.

I stiffened at the insult. "My grades were fine in my last report."

They really weren't. I scored mostly B's, with a couple of A's and C's thrown in there. It was slightly above average, and it wasn't due any of the infamous 'Uchiha genius' genes that everyone seems to believe that we've been granted. I worked hard to get those grades, and I was damn proud of them.

"It was fine, yes. But it is still not enough." Fugaku spoke coldly, "It is not what I would expect from an Uchiha."

"Well, maybe it would be if you didn't ship me off to another fucking country." I snapped, not even caring about what he would do. He's taken everything that I knew away from me. He's taken my freedom, my happiness and even my family.

Despite the blood that we share. Despite the genes that I had inherited. I will never consider the Uchihas to be my real family. He barred me from the Tamatoas, but that didn't mean that they would ever stop being my family.

Fugaku went very, very still at my words. His stern expression faltered ever so slightly.

But I was too angry to care, let alone notice.

"No matter what you say, no matter what you do. I will never accept the name 'Uchiha' as my surname." My eyes flashed an onyx fire as my voice dripped with ice. "My name is not 'Uchiha Miwa.' My name is, and always will be, Alofa Tamatoa."

With that, I wheeled away. Leaving my sire in silence.

This was originally supposed to be mashed together with the last chapter, but together I just found it too long. So! Here you go!