Princess of the Dragon Clan [ Kakashi Hatake X OC Romance ] Book 1 Complete

Chapter 2 The Nightmare

One summer night, I came home and saw my mother in the kitchen cooking our dinner. I put my book bag next to the door and went into the kitchen, hugging her from behind as she smiled,

“Hello, Isamu! How was your day, dear?”

I went to look behind her to see what she was making for dinner: ramen with pork…my favorite.

“It was good, Mom…I just studied at the library and walked around the village for some time….”

I looked to the side, trying to hide my sadness from my mother; she knew me too well to buy it, though.

“Did you run into mean villagers’ sweetie?”

I crossed my arms and went to sit at the table with my head down. I did not want to look up or answer her because if I did, I might start crying. Showing emotion was something we were not supposed to do…especially being chieftain. I controlled my feelings, pressing them far down to avoid coming out when I answered her.

“No, Mom, it was surprisingly quiet today…it was strange. There were not many people out like there normally are in the market area.”

I looked up at her with a small smile.

She turned around and started cooking again to ensure she did not burn the noodles. She grabbed a large spoon and filled two bowls with ramen as she sat beside me. She slid me the bowl, looked at her food, and started stirring the contents.

“You know Isamu…you can be honest with me. I know you have difficulty being open and talking about your feelings. Your father has done that damage to you...but I am not like him…I will not expect you to hide your feelings or emotions. It will damage you in the end if you continue to keep pushing them down.”

She took a spoonful and began blowing to cool it down as she side-eyed me to see my reaction. I looked down at my bowl and began stirring the contents. I looked up at her with a half-hearted smile and nodded.

“I know, Mom…and I appreciate you for doing that…for everything ….”

I looked down again, trying not to make eye contact. I know my mom has been having an exceedingly challenging time with being pushed aside and shunned by my father just because she was supporting me. She had to do everything around the house: cooking, cleaning, organizing, helping me with my studies and schooling, and trying to find a moment to rest. I felt terrible that she was constantly busy and never had a moment…nor had my father.

It was always strange to me the stories of their youth she used to tell; I could hardly believe that was my father. She used to tell me how caring and sweet he was with her, how he treasured her, and how he treated her like the queen she was…I just never understood. I often hated myself for this. I hated myself because if it were not for me being born…surviving the transfer…this is not how my mother would be…this is not how my father would be. I could not help but slam my fist on the table at this thought. I was the problem! It was like I was a disease that plagued this village, and if I were ignored and secluded, maybe…they were hoping I would wither away. Run away…so no one ever had to deal with me again.

Do not get me wrong…I have thought about it numerous times. Running away to a different land and a different village. Starting a new life, not being known as the plagued heir to the chieftain but just as…Isamu. I dreamed about this consistently, but I also learned how devastating that would be to this village even if they did not see it now. No chieftain has ever left the town and not returned. The seal and the spirit bound them to lead and protect this village. That was the life I was born into and the curse I was forced to pay.

Just as I calmed myself and grabbed a spoonful to my mouth to eat, I heard a loud BANG and screaming coming from outside of our kitchen windows. I dropped my spoon, looking at my mother to see if she heard it. She did…she looked at me, putting her finger up to her mouth to tell me to be still and silent. I did as she asked, sitting there watching her every move.