It was a beautiful day. The sun glowed softly from behind a curtain of clouds, the birds sang to anyone who would listen, and the sky shone brilliantly.
Charlie hated it.
It was February first, four days before her fourteenth birthday, and there was not a single snowflake to be seen in the entirety of the land surrounding the Akatsuki base. Was a lick of snow too much for a girl to ask for?
Apparently it was.
She sat on the roof of said hideout. Barely a week ago the girl had discovered the perfect place to sit and ponder her place in the universe. Also known as hiding from Molly.
"Charlotte Misso, if you do not get in here and pick up your third of the room this instant I will kick your adorable behind into next week!"
Speak of the devil… And what was with her obsession with Charlie's rear… counterparts…
Charlie sighed and began to crawl, taking great care to drag and drudge about as much as possible, towards the window that allowed her back inside. This was her favorite place to be. She could be high enough up so as to feel the biting winds in her face whipping her blonde hair into her eyes with a sting, without having to see the ground below her.
Charlie shivered at the thought. Molly and Jessica always laughed at the girl for her 'irrational' fear. But, being that high up was just… Wrong. So were spiders. But that was a different story.
As the girl slid less than gracefully in through the window, she caught sight of Hidan on the training grounds swinging his scythe around with an attitude fit to kill, not that that was anything new, he was always pissed about something. She'd ask about that later. Bare feet thudding pleasantly on the carpet, Charlie sang softly to herself under her breath as she skipped merrily to what was sure to be another violently familiar lecture from Molly on keeping her third of the room tidy.
"So dance, fucker, dance! He never had a chance, and no one even knew it was really only you. And now you steal away, take him out today. Nice work you did, you're gonna go far kid! With a thousand lies and a good disguise, hit 'em right between the eyes, hit 'em right be—"
Charlie's melodic singing was abruptly halted as she was nailed between the eyes with a vacuum cleaner.
The irony was painful.