Broken Wings (Naruto Fanfic) Book 1

Chapter 3

This is really more like a part two of the last chapter. I had all this written too when it was all deleted. -_-

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Guard guy went to politely knock on the door, but I intercepted by barging open the door. This earned me three glares from behind. In the center back of the room, an old man sat behind a desk stacked with papers, smoke coming from his pipe. To the right, the Kotetsu guy was quietly trying to restart his heart. To the left were two boys around my age, both shocked, while the third one, in his late teens, was only mildly surprised.

"Ok, I know who the old man is, and I know who the stupid guard guys are, but who the hell are those people? Wait... never mind, they don't seem very relevant," I said bluntly, causing said people to be very offended.

"Yuki Asakura! You apologize right this instant!" Mom exclaimed, while Father just facepalmed, muttering things about "why" "child" and "not normal".

Meanwhile, the old man only looked amused. "Now, now, Kyouka, she's not wrong. In her eyes, they aren't very relevant. If I remember correctly, you were very similar when you were that age. Besides, that genin team can all take a hit to their ego." he said, and the team anime fell.

Mom blushed bright red. "But Dad, I was never that bad! I swear your grandchild has no manners!" she exclaimed, and the whole room went dead quiet in shock. All of a sudden, the room was spinning. No. This can't possibly be happening. The Hokage is NOT my grandfather. No.

"EHH?!?" I exclaimed, and the rest of the people in the room, save for my parents and the old man, all were just as shocked and confused as I am.

"Sir, this woman is your-" Kotetsu started.

"Yes, she is my daughter, Kyouka Sarutobi." the old man finished. I glanced over to the genin team who all stood frozen, and the older one was clenching his fists over and over again. He continued, "Kyouka, we will talk later, but I assume you have had enough of being away from the village. You will move into your house in the manor right away."

"But, what about-" she was cut off by the old man. He was on a roll.

"Don't worry. He moved out as soon as he was old enough to comprehend things. He is now an extremely skilled and independent shinobi." he answered. Mom looked upset, Father looked didn't look concerned at all, and the older guy with the team was silently raging. I wonder what his beef is.

"Kyouka, Shigure, Kotetsu, and Izumo, you are all dismissed. I want to have a word with my granddaughter," with that all of said people cleared out. It was only me along with the team, but I wasn't focused on them. There were too many emotions raging around my mind right now.

"I'm not your granddaughter," I said quietly. One of the boys heard and looked over at me surprised, but I ignored him.

"What was that, my child? I didn't quite hear that," the old man said, and I lost it.

"I said I'm not your granddaughter, goddamnit!" I yelled. I tilted my head up so everyone could see the tears streaming down my face. The old man's face softened with sympathy, and I hated it. "You have no right to call me your granddaughter! There's no way in hell that you can just come out of nowhere and pretend you were there the whole time! It's so wrong! Where were you when my family was suffering? Where were you when we were living on the streets, looking for enough to live? Where were you when my mother cried herself to sleep because her family was crumbling? You call yourself her father? Do you know how many letters she sent out to her supposed family, only to receive nothing in return? That is so messed up! I know what you are all thinking: She's so stuck up and spoiled. At least she has a family, does she know how many kids her age don't have anyone? She has a village leader for family. She's lucky. Tell me.....what's lucky about this? What's lucky about watching your mom break down in tears? What's lucky about being screamed at for being alive? What's lucky about watching your father destroy himself, coming home every night drunk? What's lucky for being hospitalized because your father started beating you with a glass bottle simply because you wouldn't give him another beer? What's lucky about your parents screaming at each other? What's lucky about seeing your strong mother living in fear, flinching every time her spouse comes near her? What's lucky about being forced to work for something that's failing? What's lucky about traveling from town to town, never staying in one place, leaving every friend you've ever known? What's lucky about never letting people come close to you, scared you will get hurt? What's lucky....about your parents telling you they would disown you if you would become a ninja? Tell me......how I'm so lucky? Nobody sees that. They just see the couple with the fairy tale life come true, with their dream job. That's the problem. Where were you.....when I was falling....sinking into this pit of despair? You weren't there for any of that.....that's why I can never forgive you......never call you grandfather," I ranted, and I saw the regret and sadness pouring out of his eyes. By now I was crying my eyes out, and the two boys looked extremely uncomfortable. The older one was fuming, and I saw a tear streaking out of his eye.