My first fic was a comedy and now my second fic is a drama. I'm trying to have people see me as a all around writer that they can come to for anything. This fic came to me while I was watching a movie, a couple movies actually, and I was inspired. It started off as a one shot but I may continue it into more chapters if people like it. Now without further ado I bring to you Memoirs of a Kunoichi.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, I just own the idea of the fic.
The first thing a Kunoichi learns when she fully steps into the world of being a ninja is that thyself is not your own. The village owns you from the moment hope genin take their headbands and walk into the real world. A Kunoichi isn't trained to use just her skills in genjutsu, taijutsu, and ninjutsu. She is also trained in the art of seduction. The term saving yourself for someone does not exist; you lose it when you need too. Sometimes whilst on a mission, some lucky few lost it willingly…she though, she always managed to avoid that.
"So Takeri-san, have you been a bad boy?" her sultry voice captured him.
Takeri was a fairly handsome man possibly in his late 30's. Messy dark hair covered tan skin falling into vivid blue eyes as well as a thin mustache upon his upper lip. He was also the leader of a child slave ring and had a thing for younger girls…Like her at the moment. He was living out a fantasy on his knees with his hands tied behind his back in nothing but his underwear before a sweet, sexy little thing. The girl had to be only sixteen, seventeen at the latest.
"Yes, I've been very bad…" he hissed out through clenched teeth.
Her lips curled into a slow smile that held hidden intentions he couldn't catch. Slim fingers traced his shoulders to his back as she circled him, coming up behind him she ran her fingers through his hair massaging his scalp. He hissed once more in pleasure before he cried out in pain. His body fell to the floor, eyes wide opened and head turned in a unnatural way. She snapped his neck.
"Pig…" she murmured, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
Putting her clothes on to cover the black lingerie she had been wearing. She made a hand signal and disappeared.
Kunoichi weren't allowed to be attracted to anyone, especially their targets. They weren't allowed to fall in love. It would make it that much harder for them to do their job if they had someone else on their mind. All fairytales they heard when they were younger had to be forgotten.
For a kunoichi's life was anything but a fairytale.
"So he's dead?" Tsunade questioned going over the mission report.
"Yes."
"Very well, I'll have Shizune file this away. Good job, if I have another mission for you I won't hesitate to tell you."
"Thank you, Hokage-sama."
Love was not something a kunoichi could familiarize her with. It didn't exist and after a while, a kunoichi's heart didn't feel anymore.
"Ino-san."
"Neji, have you just returned from a mission?"
He nodded a affirmative.
"You as well?"
"Yes, I just reported."
"I take it, it went well?"
"Of course, who do you think your talking too?"
A chuckle escaped between his lips and a small, barely there smile elevated his lips.
"Forgive me for forgetting. Now if you will excuse me, I have to check it."
"Yeah…"
They passed one other like they would as comrades and acquaintances. However the gentle brush of their hands as they passed held so much more meaning than it should have.
But kunoichi could not fall in so, so she pretended as though it was nothing.
When Ino was a child she would sit on her daddy's lap and be read to. He read her fairy tales about princesses and princes who saved the day. About dreams coming true and how you could be anything you wanted if you wished real hard. Ino remembers thinking to herself "My life is going to be like that!"
When she was twelve she thought she found her prince charming in the dark and handsome Uchiha Sasuke. It turned out though he wasn't so charming, most boys her age weren't. This was her first look at reality, that there wasn't such a thing as a prince charming and no one would be saving the day.
At fifteen, Ino killed for the first time and it was then that she fully realized that she wasn't playing shinobi. This was real. The blood that painted her hands was real and never seemed to come off after that. TenTen had to hold her hair back when she threw up. The rookie nine and Gai's team was starting to realize the dark side of being a shinobi.
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