Acquiring Sentence (discontinued)

Fort

Heheheh- I really like writing this story fff- I hope y'all enjoy reading it. -Turtle

Date finished: Jan 8

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1 week in with her therapy, Shiru wasn't quite enjoying it. She didn't change her view point, and neither did her actions. No amount of therapy or help would get her to go through this. She refused. His techniques were lame and boring. Asking her questions and she answered them half truthfully or didn't even bother answering them. He got her to interact with kids her age, but it just made it worse for her. It reminded her of her time with Itachi and Shisui and oh god she'd have gone insane if it wasn't for the small part of her that believed she'd survive. She would and she...could she really?

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Inoichi sat at his desk and rubbed his temples and adjusted his reading glasses. The frames were becoming foggy and darkness seemed to peer from the window, the only lights were the desk lamp and the moonlight.
He sighed and looked through his patient's paper again for what felt like the thousandth time at the moment.

He didn't think it would be this bad to help her. He'd barely gotten any sleep or time with his family because of the case, and now he was getting even less because of taking care of her nonetheless. He furrowed his brows. Maybe...maybe if he..yes, yes that could work.

Maybe there was no fixing it, but he could suppress it.

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Shiru hadn't stopped visiting the main Nara home in the compound ever since she met little Shikamaru. He was adorable, he wasn't a cry baby, and he was just too innocent for her. She felt like smiling again, just a bit, but she wouldn't show weakness. It would be used against her now, and not even by enemies only, by the people who tried to 'take care' of her. Her lips tilted down as she played the 500 piece puzzle with Shikamaru. He seemed to be doing okay for someone his age, hell, she felt like he was doing better than her. She internally snorted and placed another piece in its place. Shikamaru looked at her and snorted himself, as if he'd just read her mind and re-enacted it. Her eyebrows shot up and she patted the little boy's spiky head of hair.

Yoshino had worriedly come in a few minutes ago to check in on them and frowned. She didn't want that girl to be near her child, no, it would corrupt him. It was bad news, and she wouldn't just slide with it. She'd been coming over everyday without warning them, yet she didn't see a slither of emotion slip past the girl. The thought of it made her shiver and she turned around to get her husband, who was silently working in his office room.

She knocked and opened the door, but not before she eyed the hallway behind her in worry and entered. Shikaku looked at her and sighed, stood up, and went over to her. "I know I know. You've been telling me this a lot, and we're currently trying to... help her get over the situation and go back home more often, don't worry," Shikaku assured.

Yoshino shook her head vigorously, "You always say that! Can't you just tell her to go back home for the day?" she whisper shouted. Shikaku sighed. This was a problem, so he guessed he should go talk to her. He walked out the room and to the living room, where Shiru was looking at him with narrowed eyes and Shikamaru with an innocent gaze looking at his father while both were on the carpeted floor playing with marbles.

Shiru abruptly stood up and patted Shikamaru's head, gave him a mind-to-mind smile- not an actual, visible one- and went out the door with a wave to the child. Shikamaru didn't cry, nor did he shout out to her, instead he opted to stay put and look at the now closed door, before shooting his attention to his frozen father. Then he too narrowed his eyes at the man. Why had his best friend left? It was so sudden, but it's not like he never saw it coming. He was a smart 5 year old who understood most situations that he shouldn't have at his age. Yet, he still didn't know why his parents didn't like having Shiru over. She was a nice girl, didn't talk too much, and didn't kill his face whenever she saw him, only the occasional kiss on the cheek or a small pinch. It wasn't a bother to him at all, but yet it was to his parents and he didn't know why.

The father didn't talk, he didn't move, just watched as his 5 year old son stood up with the two dices and the playing board and walked past him to his room, the wooden floor creaking only ever slightly at loose ones. Shikaku didn't miss his son's confused look that he shot over his shoulder at him.

He walked over to the one seat chair and crumpled down on it in exhaustion, and rubbed his temples. He breathed, and he thought back.

This was a messy world. This girl. He didn't know what was going on through her mind, he never did, and neither did Inoichi. They never could. Even before the incident. She had this built up wall of obsidian around her, that could only be broken down by severe measures. He had an inkling of an idea as to half the reason she became so much more distant than before. He knew it related to Itachi, it just had to. That boy was her best friend, along with Flash Step Shisui who he had met once while in the T&I, and the guy had dropped off a missing nin in for the usual round of information gathering. He was a rather bright person, compared to Uchiha, but he was as serious as the Hokage when it came to business.

She had built her fort and she wasn't releasing the cannons. Yet.