All I can say is WOW I had a huge case of the Mary Sue bug coming on. But now, I've totally (and I really mean totally) refreshed my character and I've even done extensive research for her, so it's tons better :D Enjoy and please review* and give constructive criticism!
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I huffed an irritated sigh out as I crossed my arms across my chest, clearly annoyed. The girl's wailing and crocodile tears were only adding to the flames. Fighting fire with fire isn't always the best solution ever, but fighting fire with fuel was an even worse decision.
The mother hurried to her child, who was sniffling at this point, and glad to know that protection wasn't far away.
She knelt down beside her and examined the scrape with a vulture's eye out for carrion. Then, after a thorough investigation, she directed those beady eyes at me. I defiantly glared back my hardest, my lower lip even rising up to form a pout.
I heard my mom's shuffling footsteps behind me and a shocked sound leaving her mouth. The boring mother talk I tuned out, as I usually did, but I could tell that there was an apology somewhere in there. Give or take a few sentences, I'd usually be in trouble after that.
"Inazuma, this is the third time this has happened, what did you do?" my mother asked with a voice of dismay, disappointment, and undoubting anger.
"Nothing!" I uncrossed my arms and said that with every ounce of truth in me.
My innocent look was smothered out by her overwhelming glower. I cringed slightly under the look. Sometimes moms are so scary…
"We will talk later, young lady," she decreed, then turned back to the girl's mother and apologized.
I sat on the ground with my knees to my chest and a stick in my hand, drawing random lines just to do something. It's no fun playing by myself…
It wasn't my fault all the girls didn't want to play. It wasn't my fault all the girls wanted to pick flowers and play with dolls instead. The only thing dolls and stuffed animals are useful for is keeping the raging dark monster from under my bed away because they were my friends. And what's the point of getting them dirty too…
A sigh of boredom was heaved out of my mouth as I remembered the last reprimand. Something about "being too rough." Whatever that meant.
"But all I did was wrestle a bit. It didn't even hurt!" I argued, defending my case.
"To you it may not have, but to her it did!" mom retaliated, shooting me down.
"Well what's the fun in just sitting there doing nothing…?" I grumbled under my breath.
I heard my mom's irritated sigh again and suddenly the ground seemed to be of very importance to me. I believe there was a crack in the—
"She also mentioned you ruining her new toy."
"That wasn't me!" I cried out in disbelief. "She couldn't have left it inside like anyone else could have? I wouldn't want it dirty…"
"Well I don't think she was going to expect mud to rain from the sky." Ouch, I heard sass in that one.
I grumbled some more in a dull response and headed out to the small courtyard in the front.
I thumped back onto the dry dust as I watched some birds fly by, a new season of spring starting with a bright, pale blue sky entering the year, as always. Everything the same…
Why can't something be different? Do I have to do this all my life?
Sometimes God worked in fantastic ways.
I heard footsteps coming towards our house. Footsteps are a very normal thing, so I usually ignore them, but with having nothing else to do, I decided to take a glance down from the endless sky and to the source of said footsteps. I do recall doing a double take. And thanking God later.
I heaved myself up onto my feet (which I wasn't aware of, but I somehow got there), and watched the taller men stride by my house with an air of accomplishment with a sprinkle of pride. The sun accented the headband on the men's foreheads, sending a glare right in my eyes. Konoha hitai-ate. Our ninja.
The man in the middle silver hair was tied back in a messy ponytail and I could tell from the grime that he had been off on a long (but exciting!) mission outside the village. My heart just started to beat faster from that thought alone.
I saw few of our ninja walking by, considering we live in a small area off the central populated region of Konoha. And every time, I'd always stare up in admiration, but this time it was different. He had a sense of pure loyalty and courage that everything from his facial expression down to his gait was gloried with it. How could anyone NOT see it?
Flanked by the other two, he gave me a nod of acknowledgement. I gave a hesitant smile back.
Right then and there, as I watched him walking towards the center of Konoha, I made possibly the hugest decision of my life.
I was going to be a ninja.
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