Naima was crying. Why did it have to be her mum? HER MUM, the head of Covergirl?
Covergirl was huge brand name, HUGE. Most girls thought she was lucky, to have a ten-time beauty queen for a mother, and a Secretary of Konoha State for a father. But she hated it. She wanted to get back to the days where she was a street kid, scrounging and stealing for survival, wearing the same old dirty green camo shirt everyday. Anything would be better than having to watch your mother hurt animals, and enslave children.
Footsteps. Shit,she was going to run, because those were Itachi's footsteps. Her attempt was flawed when stocky Kiba appeared in front of her,Itachi at the back.
"Hey,bitch."
That was who she was to them, just bitch,instead of an ex-juvie kid.
Itachi finished his sentence, saying,
"You're always running away unexpectedly. You're our only Akatsuki girl, don't do that."
He spat the words out as if there were a nasty lemon in his mouth.
"I guess you think you can do that,huh,cuz you're better than the rest of us. Why didn't you stay with your blonde buddies,hm?"
She had been a model once. She hated everyone and everything about it. She hated glamour. Her eyes shifted to Itachi's gaze.
"No, I don't think you know."
"Know what?"
"You wouldn't get it."
Itachi picked up a pebble and threw it at her. It bruised.
"Maybe now, you won't spend so much time concentrating on your pores and more time training. Come on bitch,Kiba went."
"HOW DARE YOU RUN AWAY IN THE MIDDLE OF A TRAINING SESSION!"
Orochimaru slapped Naima across the face, making her stumble and hit the floor.
"Maybe Itachi was right, you are too spoiled." He was just turning to walk away when she said, "It was my decision to be here."
"Kin!" He said sharply. The midnight-haired girl came up from behind and grabbed Naima's hair.
"Don't you ever talk back." Orochimaru said in an intimidating whisper. "Got it?"
"Yes."
It was then, as the tears poured out of her eyes, that she needed revenge.