Sakumo just couldn't believe tonight's turn of events.

It was one thing to visit someone that you thought was a total stranger, and another all together when you realise that that stranger was one of your long lost kin. And that was the boat that Sakumo was currently sitting in. He had thought that the little girl had looked familiar, yet he hadn't been able to place who she was until he had seen a small picture of her as a baby being held by a red haired woman with a grinning blond haired male standing by her side.

He'd known then who the girl was and had been filled with murderous rage.

He couldn't believe that the little girl that he had just saved was his great, great, great, great niece, a princess of the unseelie world, and one of the heirs for the Goblin king throne. His throne. Not that that matter to him one little bit, no, what mattered to him was that he had found the child that he had thought was lost to his clan forever. And to make matters worse, he finds her in this hell hole, being molested and abused.

Anger, pulsed to every corner of his being.

How dare they. How dare the humans think to lay their filthy hands on a princess of the fae world and think to live. Arrogant bastards! He was half a mind to level the whole fucking city in retaliation for this. But instead he had decided to take the girl with him back to the unseelie world where he could let her heal and perhaps get to know her. He glanced down at his son and noted the anxious expression on the boy's face.

He knew that he was acting strangely and that it was making Kakashi nervous, and though he wanted to reassure his son that nothing was wrong, he just couldn't seem to get his mouth to work, so he said nothing and simply kept walking. Leading Kakashi and his niece back to the portal...

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Naru didn't do anything as she was taken from the only home that she had ever known.

She didn't kick. She didn't scream. Really what was the point? She didn't know why these people had taken her. And wouldn't they just hurt her more if she kicked and screamed? Maybe if she could show them that she was a good girl, and didn't cause trouble, they might let her go unharmed.

Maybe.

So she just closed her eyes and let herself sink into the waiting darkness, hoping that she would have the chance to wake up tomorrow, alive and well.

Sakumo walked out of the shower wearing some sweat pants and towel drying his long silver hair when he noticed his son sitting on the edge of his bed staring at the girl that he had tucked safely away in the middle of his large bed so that she could sleep and heal. Hopefully by the time morning rolled around most of her wounds would be healed. "What's wrong Kashi?" He asked curiously as he dropped his towel into the laundry basket and grabbed a brush.

"Why did you want to bring her with us?" It was unusual for one of their kind to take an intrest in a human outside of the bedroom, so natrually Kakashi was a mite worried that the human may have gone from the frying pan and strait into the fire.

Sakumo studied his son for a moment or two then smiled at him as he ran his brush through his hair, working through some of the tangles. "I have my reasons, Kashi." And they weren't anything that his son should worry about. He figured that it would simply be safer for the girl to live with them for a short time. He'd have to find a way to hide her from his clan's enemies or she could be killed because of someone elses greed or jealousy.

But until then, she would be his guest. Besides...Kashi might like having someone to run wild and free around the castle with. "Dad..." Kakashi said softly, that same anxious look from before, on his face and Sakumo sighed. He was not going to discuss this shit with his son. Not now, maybe not ever.

"Don't look so worried Kashi. I promise that I didn't bring her here to do more harm... Lay down son, you look like your almost dead on your feet." Sakumo said as he set his brush down and moved to pull the covers on his bed back so that Kakashi could crawl under them. Kakashi gave him a funny look and cocked his head. Now what? Sakumo wondered irritably.

"Your going to let me sleep in you're bed?"

"Yeah..."

"Really?" Kakashi sounded like he didn't believe him. Sakumo bristled slightly at the doubtful look his son gave him.

"Yeah. So?"

"So nothing. I was just wondering since the last time I asked to sleep in here you threatened to gut me like a fish." Kakashi said with a shrug. Sakumo opened his mouth to snap at his son then closed it again and glared at the boy. He didn't recall much of that incident, but he did recall he had been very, very hung over and Kakashi had been at that weird age where loud noises were fun and cool and he had nearly driven him insane, running around the room and knocking things over, breaking some of the glass knit knacks that he had laying around and shrieking in delight, after...Sakumo had told him that he couldn't take a nap with him because he wasn't feeling well and hadn't wanted to move.

So naturally Sakumo had decided that it might be for the best to kill him and pretend that he had never had a son at all. He looked at Kakashi and noted the raised brow and snarled. "You were loud!"

Kakashi had the gall to look offended then snapped back. "I was not."

Sakumo pointed at his demonic little boy and nearly shouted, "Liar! By the time I tossed you out of the room you had broken thirty nine collect ables, shattered all of my mirrors, and was banging on my shield! I was lucky to get any rest at all! Now lay down and go to sleep."

Kakashi snorted and muttered something under his breath and crawled under the covers and made himself comfortable as his dad yanked the covers up over his head and patted him, roughly on the head then stomped out of the room, ignoring the worried look that Kakashi gave him as he left.

He knew that his dad was hiding something from him. He just wasn't sure what it was.

But he'd certainly make a point of finding out.