Peach Fuzz

Missing You

I twitched in anger. "Appearance? As in stand still and be quiet. I'm not interested."

"Y/n, it will be over--."

"Over? When will it be over?" I interrupted him, standing at the foot of my bed.

"No one asks me how I feel. No one cares about my wants. No one, especially my grandfather, doesn't care about how I FEEL!" I shouted, getting angry by the second.

"I HATE being here. I hate how I can't see my Baba. I hate how I can't be on Flower Fruit Mountain. I can't be myself. I want my Baba. I want my freedom. I want..." I coughed out a sob as I fell to my knees and began crying into the sheets of my bed. "I want to go home."

I sensed Nezha attempting to come closer, but he stopped himself.

"I will inform them that you are... not prepared for an appearance. It isn't even that important." Nezha told me as I heard him leave and shut the doors to my room.

I lay on my bed, holding my plushies close as I started sobbing more and more.
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Nezha's P.O.V
I left Y/n's room, a frown on my face.

I wish so badly to help Y/n right now, but I can't, I am still only a child, just like her.

I stood outside her door, wanting to comfort her.

"Nezha." The sound of my father's voice interrupted my thoughts.

I straightened my posture up as I looked at him.

"What are you doing here?" My father asks me.

"I... I was wondering why Y/n is locked up." I answered him.

My father sighed, laying a hand on my shoulder. "She is needing time to accept the circumstances. She is also Lady Yú Míng's child, who needs to be kept in a safe place."

She doesn't need to be kept in a safe place. She needs her father.

I flinched as I heard a crash coming from Y/n's room.

"She will calm down eventually." My father tells me.

Me and my father leave with his arm wrapped around me.

I looked back at Y/n's room with a sad frown, feeling bad for her.

I faced forward, still frowning.

This was not how I wanted our second meeting face-to-face to go.
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(500 and something years later)

Y/n's P.O.V
I walked the halls of the Jade Palace.

I had grown over the years, and now I resembled a tween.

I wore pretty robes while my hair was partially up.

I stopped as I looked up to find the portrait of my mother.

I remember how dad said she had a heart filled with love, and yet, all I received from the other blood family I had was my stuck-up, the a## grandfather.

I looked down at the ground as a tear fell down my face.

I sniffed but quickly wiped my face, being careful not to ruin the make-up, which I had allowed to be put on reluctantly.

I had Nezha. He's really the only positive thing about my imprisonment.

I hated how I was forced to be an obedient child, while my dad was forced to protect a monk to redeem himself for his crimes against the Celestial Realm, while not knowing what happened to me or where I'm at.