Little Misfits

Chapter Fourteen: Harsh Reality

3rd Person POV______

After Timoro Detsume's arrest

The old man listened calmly as he listened to the things she said.

It hadn't been easy, after explaining to her that her brother was alive and well a light seemed to rekindle inside her.

Her body language spoke louder than words. It almost seemed as they were dealing with a war veteran instead of a six year old child.

She flinched at any sudden noise and was alert at all times her body tensed in anticipation. Her sleep patterns were odd as well, she could barely sleep laying down but preferred sitting up and any small noise woke her up.

Well at least when she did sleep.

They tried to keep her in a separate room from her brother but that soon showed to be a problem. The child didn't sleep and the moment she began dozing off she woke up mumbling incoherent things about checking his pulse, breathing and how mommy was going to hurt him.

Inoichi Yamanaka the therapist that had been assigned to the child quickly insisted she be allowed to stay by her brother. Her whole life she had trained herself to keep him alive and making sure he didn't die and that habit wasn't going to die in a single night.

There were also many things that were placed in play. Akumi Uzumaki had become weary of everyone around her.

In a sense after the first two days the old man had explained to her what had happened in the orphanage wasn't some act of love and kindness. But an inhuman atrocity that should be condemned.

At first she protested and denied everything but after a few weeks she finally began understanding.

She understood that she had been lied to. Her brother was never Ill or sick, he was starved by the person he trusted the most.

The day she finally pieced it together the poor little girl cried.

She had never helped him, she had caused him pain and tortured him. Of course her therapist was quick to argue otherwise, but she just wouldn't have it.

Timoro never did stop Naruto from eating, no, that hadn't been Timoro but instead it had been her. She caused her brother pain and suffering. In her mind it was all her fault.

Not only that, she was also a murder and in a few months she was suppose to be placed in trial of civilian court.

Coincidentally this caused turmoil inside of her.

Anger seemed to brew in the pit of her stomach. Why? Because the person she trusted the most had lied to her and forced her to hid dead bodies of dismembered children and forced her to nearly kill her brother.

She swore to herself that she would never be that foolish again, she would study in everything from politics to medicine to ninja art. She would never rely on anyone else's knowledge or trust someone that wasn't her brother.

To be honest that had caused major changes in her.

She never had been a smiling child since she never really had much to smile about, but now she isolated herself. But the once timid child was gone.

Some ninja thought it was because of her violent upbringing. She lashed out and didn't ever respect anybody. Her mood seemed to be always sour and her temper seemed to know no bounds.
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Akumi pov

I walked down the street from the library. I couldn't help but glare at the other children that ran and played on the streets.

How could they be so happy in this miserable place? Those bastards, they got to play happily and live carefree even if they were older than me.