Okay, my life sort of sucks but I'm pretty good at making the best out of it. First off, I'm Sasuke's cleaning lady which is hell for an anti-fan girl like me. The two good things from this are, I can go through all his junk and he won't know (especially since I know a great password finding jutsu for his PC) and his pay is pretty good. Secondly, I don't have many friends due to my hot temper and mean demeanor. Last, I live in the busy part of town, so I get no sleep at night which, as a matter of fact, leads to a mean and fiery girl.
"You missed a spot here, in the bathroom," a black-haired genin commented as I started to walk out the door. I sighed and nodded, dropping my supplies and walking up to the bathroom. I found the small dusty spot in a corner, right next to the toothpaste. Using instincts and no second thoughts, I grabbed it and stuck it in my jean pocket. Mr. Perfect (yeah right) wasn't going to have sparkly white teeth anymore. Okay, I know really pathetic, right? Well, I just wanted to hurt him in tiny ways, so the feat was good enough, for now.
"You get the spot?" Wonderful reaction to get as you walk out a door and right after you cleaned, dusted, vacuumed, and disinfected the whole place. But, I needed the money. So, I bit my lip to keep myself from lashing back at him. I just nodded and fled out the door. It slammed shut right when I left, catching a few of my green hairs. Selfish son of a bitch were the only words that crossed my mind as I walked down the steps.
"Oh look, it's the anti Sasuke girl!" I turned swiftly to face the top 2 A.B.s: Sakura and Ino, watching Sasuke's house.
"Yeah, and proud of it you anorexic bitches (this is A.B. when I write it, by the way)," was the retort that spat out of my mouth. They both darted their eyes at me.
"And, no matter how long you stare, your eyes can't shoot daggers at me." I smirked at them and then kept walking, legs getting sore. I sighed and lifted my tan head as a breeze caressed my skin. My arms spread out wide, trying to grab all the wind it could touch.
"Why do you work for that bastard? You always have to talk to the girls and, I must say, your insults are getting alarmingly better," a voice commented from high above me. I looked up to find a boy with maroon hair sitting atop a fence.
"Pays good and I get to work my insult muscle."
"If that existed only you would have it, Suki," the boy answered, calmly.
"Yeah, and if they existed yours would be puny, Gaara," I growled back. The boy chuckled and lightly dropped to the ground. I rolled my eyes and started walking again, the boy keeping pace with me.
"Oh, by the way," he said, turning to me," Shika called and wanted to know if you, me, and Makou wanted to come over for a movie." I shrugged my shoulders and turned towards him.
"Might as well. I've got nothing better to do. I'll ask Mak for ya, meeting her at my house right now." Gaara nodded and quickly waved goodbye to tell Shikamaru. I waved back, not noticing the person standing in front of me. Our heads hit with a loud thump, me falling to the ground.
"Dattebayo, you son of a bitch," I groaned, massaging my head. The figure I ran into also was lying on the ground, hand up at its head.
"Same to you, baka!"
"Hey I ain't a boy, fool, so watch that tongue of yours!" I slowly stood up and finally got a good look at the dumb ass I ran into. "Especially you, Neji, Should'nt your "destiny" skills tell you not to mess with me?" The brown haired boy rolled his lavender eyes at me and he lowered his hand.
"On your way to see Ten-Ten, I presume." Neji swiftly nodded and started to strut on but my hand stopped him.
"What is it, Suki," he questioned impatiently, tapping his blue sandal.
"Well, I believe an apology, from you, is necessary, seeing as you ran into me," I instructed, smiling my wonderfully fake innocent smile. He flashed his own right back at me, and I felt mine flip over.
"Fine, don't apologize," I mumbled in my own snobbish way. I sighed and lowered my arm. He brushed past me and started to gain a little speed as he headed to Ten-Ten's house. Bastard, I thought, navigating my way through the streets. Finally, through long twisting streets, I discovered my apartment building.
Well, maybe that's an exaggeration. It's a straight walk form the ass's house. But it seems like forever, I swear, sort of. Makou sat out in front; probably she either a) forgot her key to my room or b) doesn't remember what room number it is. She once figured out a way to do both and end up on the roof. A long, long story follows that, so dream up what happened yourself, thank you very much. Today I wasn't sure which one it was.
"Oi, Mak, forget your key or the room number?" The red-haired girl looked up and jumped up, glad to see me.
"Hiya Suki," she nearly yelled running over to me. I looked at her questioningly and raised an eyebrow, "oh um, well, I don't remeber the number and I think the spare key is in a corner under my bed, heh." I sighed and hit the genin on the back of the head.
"What was that for?"
"That was for being idiot. Now lets go inside before I freeze," I said, walking briskly to the elevator and holding the doors open for a certain, lazy girl.