Chaper One
She had more emotion than she knew what to do with. Normally she maintained to be a stoic creature. Androgynous to the world in her own eyes. When she dreamed, she was neither female nor male, just a person. A competent person. She wanted people to see her as a competent ninja, not just a competent female ninja. She struggled with this often. She frequently debated cutting her long hair, knowing she would be mistaken as a boy with her plain features. She wondered if she was strong enough to handle that when the moment did finally present itself if she ever went through it. At a particular moment of frustration, she found herself with one bun unraveled pressing a kunai against her soft long locks. She quickly upbraided herself and put the weapon away. It was a control issue. She had to gain inner control. Those who can't usually end up altering the things they do have control over -like the length of ones hair. This emotion was more of a surge that she had no outlet for-like the hype before a battle, only with out the battle. Her last mission seemed to elude her. Maybe emotion was the wrong word. Perhaps she was a vessel for kinetic energy ready to be released, she just lacked the release. She could feel something well up in side of her and she was unfamiliar with what exactly it was. So she would train. Perhaps she needed to work off all of this caged emotion and angst? Was that really what it was? Was she that upset that she had to work twice as hard to get half the recognition of her fellow teammates? She wasn't the type to brood. Nor pout. She took it as her body's signal to pursue past her personal boundaries to the point of being uncomfortable. She needed to train with someone she wasn't familiar with. Or perhaps be paired on a mission with someone new. She decided to see the Hokage for another mission, even though she had just completed a rather vigorous one from the Mist Country. It seemed blurry at the moment. Her head desperately throbbed as she tried to recollect finishing her last mission. More pain. Nothing another mission couldn't solve.
She arrived, standing before the Hokage's desk before she had time to thoroughly think the idea through. Maybe a day or two to heal wouldn't be such a bad idea, she thought while the Hokage searched file after file, looking for…what was it exactly she was looking for? Missions couldn't be that short? could they? She peeked a glance at the paper on the desk with the eye that wasn't swollen shut while the Hokage searched in a drawer. The Hokage must have picked up on her apprehensiveness and shoved paperwork at her ordering her to have medical release before receiving another mission.
That was probably due to the fact that she might have dripped a little blood on her carpet on the way in. And her eye. It was massively hemorrhaged in several spots around the orbital socket. Half her face was swollen to elephant man degrees. She took a brutal beating saving Lee only because Neji had not done his job of covering his back. She not only had that beauty, but some possible broken ribs and most likely a small hairline fracture in her left wrist. She was shaking. Not because of here injuries, but because she could feel very vividly the energy imbalance she couldn't place before. She needed her chakra realigned. Hospitals weren't her favorite place but it was the step she needed to take to get cleared for another mission. Then so be it.