Tenten's POV

I slammed the bedroom door shut then turned around exhaling as loudly as possible with my back pressed against the cool wood. Usually I weren't the one for dramatic sighs but right now I was seriously not in the mood. My phone beeped again and I winced as the text displayed on my screen.

"You better not misbehave today or else!" - Dad.

I gritted my teeth at the message as I laid my head against the wood, wincing when I pressed against it too hard. Bashing my foot against the wood repeatedly until I was content with the crack I caused in it, I climbed out of my bedroom window. Ignorant to the protest of the maids telling me to come back or I'll be in trouble.

Their empty threats don't scare me. As usual my dad will promise, I won't do it again and make out with them. I don't understand why my mothers with him, she knows he cheats on her yet she stays by his side. Imbecile's every last one of them. I jumped just outside by the cars parked on the sidewalk. I smirked at all the vulnerable cars. Which one should I vandalize first?

Oh, I know.

What about the one who tore my Mother's heart to oblivion? The maid's car was always my first option.

I pulled out the chains from my belts getting ready to ruin her once and for all. The flashing red and blue lights I caught from the corner of my eyes made me dash like the wind. Struggling to get my hood on, I attempted to throw all dangerous objects from my pockets hopefully slowing them down.

I threw countless weapons at the roaring police car. But eventually I gave up on my futile attempts to out run a car. Or even mildly damage it. This is just having common sense. I slowed down with my hands above my head looking as if I was going to surrender. I was panting heavily; I mean I just ran a few miles or something.

One small, petite woman stepped out the car with a gun in her hand. I analysed her carefully and watched as she failed to intimidate me. I raised an eyebrow at her, her hand was shaking. This was too easy. I took a step forward making her take a step back.

Perfect. I got this weak and scrawny cop right where I want her. She must be new, I silently pitted her. I took another step and I could literally hear the gun rattling in her hand. I smirked and looked her directly in the eye. "Say sayonara bitch." I said and she looked like she had wet her pants.

'She probably has, I mean with our boyish looks. I bet she thinks we're the hunkiest man she's ever seen.' a voice out of nowhere spoke. 'That's a direct insult seeing as I'm a girl' I thought back. Slightly distracted but remained in a threatening pose with my smirk faltering a tiny bit.

'Really you're a girl?!' the voice said in a fake mocking tone. I wanted to smack that grin of its face. This time my face had a deep scowl. What I hated the most was when people questioned my gender. 'Hun, you're not really embracing your femininity, can you blame them?' the voice taunted.

Could they not see these nice pair of racks just hanging on my chest? I mean they are there for a reason. Embracing excuse me? I am very much embracing it.

I practically consider myself a feminist. 'Yeah so when you tell people that... Is that why you get weird looks?' the voice said in a teasing tone. "That's it! Who the hell is that?" I said completely flabbergasted.

'Darling I'm you' the voice said in an obvious tone. My eyes widened and the cop looked startled at my reaction and maybe because she was completely caught off guard by my sudden outburst. I smirked at that. She's too easy. W-Wait did the voice say it was me?

'You are not me! Whoever you are reveal yourself coward!' I thought to myself. I looked around but without taking my eyes off the shivering woman in front of me. 'Hmmph keep looking but hun, you're going to need a reflection.' the voice said.

I was shocked and I knew it was evident on my face. The cop took this as her chance and leapt for me. Surprisingly I didn't even retaliate I just let her take me. 'This is all your fault, you stupid voice.' I thought.

'Aww babe, don't be like that and don't you mean it's our fault?' The voice said again. Grinning to myself like an idiot I started to accept the fact that I have a freak inside of me. This could be kind of cool. Now I can tell my dad I'm hearing things and the next stop is in an asylum. Wait for me crack house, I'm coming!

The small woman failed at trying to roughly put me in the back seat. She couldn't even get me in so I sat myself down and waited for her to shut the damn door. Seriously I can't believe I'm being arrested by this pathetic excuse for a cop.

During the whole car ride I was laughing maniacally to myself making the cop glance at me with confusion and fear through the rear view mirrors every so often.

3 HOURS OF TORTURE LATER:

When the hell is someone going to discharge me I've been here for three hours and I've done nothing but been put through the worst interrogation ever! Thinking about it sent a shiver of disgust down my spine.

Flashback

"Look we can do this the easy way or the hard way!" The man said with spit flying out of his mouth every second. It is worse seeing as my hands have been handcuffed. I swear, so help me God I will rip out every piece of nasal hair he has in the most excruciatingly slow way possible. "Are you even listening to me?" The man said with another wave of spit. My face feels so soaked at the moment I don't know whether it's sweat or not. I nodded my head at the man at the same time attempting to wipe some spit off of my poor face. My lips were a bit chapped but I refused to lick them because of the thought I might lick some of his saliva. Gross. I parted my lips to speak but when I felt a little dribble enter my mouth. I lost it.

Flashback End

Next thing I know was I've been put in a cell waiting to be discharged. I raised a hand to my cheek and sighed with content as I felt my normal silky, smooth face instead of the soaking, wet, saliva that I had on not long ago. I remember scrubbing my face in the public bathrooms. That was seemingly a mistake. The public bathrooms had to be the most sickening, wrenching place on earth.

"Oi kid don't you work out you look like a girl." I heard a man say. I looked up to see a prisoner with many, many, many tattoos. I narrowed my eyes at him it's another person who has a problem with my gender issues.

The problem is... IT'S NOT EVEN AN ISSUE! I thought angrily to myself. 'Now, now don't get yourself worked up I want to leave this place as fast as possible.' the voice spoke for the first time since I arrived.

"Oh, so now you speak." I mutter angrily to myself. 'Aww babes did ya miss me?' the voice spoke again. The prisoner muttered something I couldn't hear due to the conversation I was having with myself. "No" I said. Sighing I rest my arms on the back of my neck. 'Right... Anyways you need help.' the voice said. "What do you mean I'm perfectly fine?" I said.

'First of all what is up with those buns on your head?' the voice spoke. "They're my favorite and I like it!" I said defensively. 'Hun, they make you look like some animal.' the voice spoke. 'What would you know you're just a voice' I thought.

'I know that hairstyle does not work for you and hun neither does the outfit.' the voice said. I groaned internally and was about to respond when…

"Hey if you're done talking to yourself you can leave your parents are here." The spitting man said interrupting me. Thank God he weren't near me. But I swore I could see some spit even from a great distance. I must be hallucinating.

Five minutes later outside the police station:

"Finally you're here you little brat." my father said distastefully. I finally closed in on them waiting for my ride so I could go home and sleep. "Right, let's go home." I said not caring.

"You won't be coming home with us." My father announced and my mother's eyes widened. Before I could object he spoke again "You've had to many chances Tenten, you don't go to school on time and when you do, you don't do work. Enough is enough you're staying with a friend of mine for senior year. You'll be attending school there with his nephew and daughter. If you wish to come back you must prove yourself to me and your mother." he said.

I could only just glare at him. "When do I leave?" I asked through clenched teeth. "Tomorrow, that way when school starts on Monday you will be all ready." he said sounding quite pleased with his disturbing self.

School? It's the summer holidays. I swear it's like the middle of June. 'Do you own a calendar? It's Friday and school starts on September 1st.' the voice sneered in my head. "What time is it?" I asked.

"Almost midnight." he said in an overly happily tone. Then it clicked when he said tomorrow he practically meant when the clock strikes 12. "Did you pack my stuff?" I asked catching on to what he was saying about how I weren't going home with him.

"Make sure you behave yourself there and here is your ticket." he said handing me a ticket completely ignoring my question. Where exactly am I going?

"Where am I going?" I asked voicing my thoughts. "To Konoha." he said.

My mouth dropped open. K-Konoha? We're in the sound village. Why would he want me so far?

"Who is this 'friend' of yours father?" I asked. Feeling off and scared which was totally out of character for me. "Well he's a family friend by your mother's side" he said. I silently sighed of relief. I was so glad it wasn't one of 'his' friends. "Personally I would rather you stay with Orochimaru and marry Kabuto but since you're mother insists and the further you are the better." He said.

Silently I was thanking my mother on the inside but on the outside I was content with my glare, which increased when he mentioned Orochimaru and Kabuto. They freak me out to no end.

Hearing a car pull up beside us I knew it was my cue to go. I walked a few steps away when I felt something hug me from behind and felt some paper like object being put in to my hands. "Be safe and don't forget to buy your school stuff... I love you" A gentle voice whispered. I knew it was my mother.

I hated to do this but I brushed her off and she sent a knowing look to me. I angrily got into the vehicle. I stared at my mother through the black tinted windows and sent a small smile her way followed by a wave. My father took notice and scowled, quickly dragging her away.

Looking down in to my hands I saw the huge wad of money my mother gave to me. It was in another currency.

Smiling to myself I slowly looked up at my driver who turned around facing me. To my utter fright his tongue slivered out and there was only one man who could do that. The car started to move and I let out an ear-piercing scream.

Orochimaru.