First of all, I am extremely hesitant about making an original character. I've seen the terror of the Mary Sues in the world, and it aint pretty. However, my character will exist for the humiliation of what is known as "Canon Sues" or canon characters that are just too darn Sue-ish. I think you know where I'm going with this. She won't be unbearable, as I'm sure you will see. And now, for your reading pleasure, the attack of the original character on canon Sues. Enjoy.
"Sometimes it takes a missing nin..."
The sun shone brightly down on the endless rice fields of the Sound country as a lone missing nin walked low to the ground, hiding in the deep rushes as she progressed on her journey. She wasn't exactly a remarkable ninja and wanted to stay out of sight of hunter nins, keeping to the long, solitary style of life. Her lavender hair didn't exactly match the scene around her, but she had heard of stranger things in her life. At least her hair wasn't pink. Or blue. That would just be a little too weird.
A sudden malevolent chakra presence behind her made her stand at attention, glaring at the stranger expectantly. Who the heck was this guy trying to be? She held back a smirk as she glanced to see a long purple rope tied around his waist, and... good lord, was that a butt bow? His long, open shirt looked like it could fall off his shoulders at any moment, or at least the long sleeves be prone to attacks from Itachi the sleeve rapist. (see the author's note at the end of this. Believe me, it's funny.) His cold eyes just screamed emo, and his black hair was spiked up like a wild bird's crest. This day was going to be weird.
He pointed a long sword at her menacingly, trying his hardest to look threatening and dominant, but she just couldn't take him seriously. It was the butt bow. His eyes drifted to her hitai-ate curiously, noticing the scratched out symbol of the village of the star. Now that was a new one. "You. What is your business in the sound?"
She held back a chuckle at his cold sounding voice. Definitely emo. "Passing through."
He took a cursory glance at her whole attire, her practical ninja wear not much to look at. She had a basic dark vest with pockets everywhere, and long sleeves that stretched all the way to her gloves, the taught fabric being useful in the forests where not even a flap of loose cloth was left to catch the branches. Her pants were the exact same style, and overall he deemed her to be boring and not emo enough for him to waste his time on. Still, he had a reputation to keep up, and he glared down at her, the sharingan activating. "I don't have time for you, little kunoichi. Just give up and die."
Little kunoichi? Oh now that was rich. She had to be at least five years older than this little kid! What an emo moron. "Funny, I don't have time for you either, little emo prick. How about we leave well enough alone and I simply pass through?" She really meant it. It wasn't like her to pick fights when it wasn't necessary. Heck, even when it was necessary, she often ran away like a coward because it really wasn't worth it to die like that.
His eye twitched. Emo prick? Why, he ought to go on a long rant about his past and show her just how emo he was! "How can you call me emo? You're a missing nin, you're probably just as emo as I am, just like all the rest."
Oh boy. This guy was irritating. She held her arms out placatingly. "Look, I don't want trouble, and I really don't want to hear either of our life's stories. Let's just pretend like this never happened and you go on with your little emo life."
He held his sword at her jugular. "Not a chance. Tell me who you are and what you're REALLY doing out here in sound country."
Good lord. "Fine, fine." Her deep violet eyes rolled with irritation. "My name is Miyomi, and I am a missing nin from Hoshigakure. I really am passing through and I mean no harm. Happy?"
He didn't appear satisfied. "I see... My name is-"
"I don't really fucking care who you are," she interrupted. "Now get out of my way, I have things to do."
He pointed the blade a little closer. "You're not the one in charge here! I'm trying to tell you my name in exchange for you giving yours. I am Uchiha Sasuke."
She shrugged. "Like I said, I don't care. Now let me go, I'm sure you don't have business with missing nin anyway."
"Yes I do. What do you know about Akatsuki?"
Her eyes rolled again. "Oh God. That emo group? Again, don't care. I leave them alone, they leave me alone, everyone is happy. I don't know and I don't care."
He was really getting pissed off. "You're not telling me everything, you can't be. How can a missing nin not care about Akatsuki? Now tell me about them, and most importantly, tell me about Uchiha Itachi! I need to get revenge on him."
This must be roll-your-eyes-in-disgust day for her. Really, this guy was just getting more and more irritating. Seriously, revenge? What a pain. "Look, I really don't know. True, I've heard of Itachi, everyone heard about the great Uchiha slaughter. But that's all I know. He killed off nearly all of his clan and left his brother- you, apparently- alone. Now, if you're done ranting about revenge or whatever the crap it is you emo people do, I have an onsen to find."
He just couldn't believe it. A missing nin without an emo complex? Surely there must be SOME horrible past behind her! She was a missing nin, surely something happened to make her that way. "You really expect me to believe that? How can you not understand revenge? Didn't your village betray you?"
Her hand tilted her hitai-ate absently. "This thing? Yeah, I left after they started doing some really dangerous training with the meteor in town. I didn't agree with the political views either, too much of a pain, so I left. Nothing special, I just don't feel like being there anymore."
He withdrew his blade back with a confused expression. She wasn't emo, she didn't desire revenge, all she wanted was to find a hot spring, apparently. "You're a weird little bitch." He turned to leave, really confused, but glanced back once more, making sure to look completely ice cold and angsty. "My village treated me like a priceless prodigy after my brother slaughtered my clan, leaving me with only hatred. He told me to find enough hatred in my heart and only then could I defeat him. Then the sannin Orochimaru cursed me with this seal on my neck, tempting me with power and tormenting my mind until I ran away from the village, nearly killing my best friend in the process. Now I live here training every day, my hatred growing until I am strong enough to-"
"Good lord, would you just shut up?" She couldn't take it anymore. Her back turned to him, she began to walk away. "Geez, do you do this to all of your enemies? No wonder they all end up dead, they can't take listening to your stupid story anymore and they want to die just to end the noise!" Before he could turn around and retort, she was gone, her chakra signature not leaving a trace behind. What a weird girl.
A/N: I have to stop typing before I burst into laughter. Really. Oh, right. Author's note. Itachi the sleeve rapist, yes? Funny story. When I was at Anime Detour, our Konan and Itachi were just standing around, but then Konan turned around suddenly but so did Itachi, and Itachi's hand went down her sleeve. Konan made a joke about Itachi being a sleeve rapist, and the joke was born. Hehe... yeah. It was great.