Chapter 3 : The Unwanted Gift

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Haruka's P.O.V.

"Why did you act like that?!" He demanded.

"Because I'm simply just telling you what's going on in my mind." I stated.

He growled. "Stop all this nonsense and tell me what's your problem." He told me.

My problem? Fine, I'll tell you.

"YOU ARE MY PROBLEM!" I said finally.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"The exact thing it sounds like." I snapped.

"And why is that?"

"You never care about me. And even though you're my father, you have no rights to control me."

Before he can reply, I said, "Compared to my friends, you know nothing about me."

"Haruka, do you-"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I yelled.

"Not until you answer my question." He stated.

"No! Get out from my room!" I replied.

"Just do me a favor. Please, please just leave my room." I half-begged. I can't take this anymore.

He keep silent.

"Fine! If you can't, then I'll do it for you." I stated and teleported away.

***
Fugaku's P.O.V.

She's just teleported away, like that?!

I let out a heavy sigh as I walked out of the room. My wife is standing in front of the door.

"It doesn't work out well, does it?" She asked.

"Not at all."

"Give her some space." She said. I shook my head sadly.

"I'm worried about her." I told her.

She smiled softly as she said, "She will be alright. I just know it."

***
Haruka's P.O.V.

I teleported to a forest where I always train.

"Hey, Uchiha." I heard someone called. I turned my head, to see one of my good friend.

"Yo. Hatake. What are you doing this late?" I asked.

"The same question goes for you." Kakashi replied.

"I need some fresh air." I answered, "You?"

"Can't sleep." He answered.

I chuckled.

"Wanna spar?" I asked. He raised an eyebrow.

"This late?" He asked. I nodded.

"I need to get my anger out." I explained.

"No. I might get killed." He stated.

I laughed at this.

***
Kakashi's P.O.V.

She laughed at my statement.

Then suddenly, she pulled out a kunai, throw it to a target, hitting the bull's eye.

"Wow," I muttered.

She grabbed another one, and throw it again.

"I. HATE. MY. LIFE!"

She yelled, throwing a kunai for each word.

As the last kunai hit the bull's eye, the target cracked, and fell apart.

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