I'm stupid, but the idea will continue to scream in my head till this is up a running on Fanfiction. Inspiration? Ten Things I Hate About You by Boxin love. I adore that story, as it remains a bookmark on my Internet browser since July.

I guess none of you know who Fū is. Fū is the host of the Seven-Tailed Horned Beetle Demon...thing. Now I know she looks orange, but pfft, whatever. She's just TAN in my book. I love her hair though!

Weird couple? I think not! How old do you think she looks? 16...I hope? Uh, yeah. Defiantly not 17. Maybe I'll start her off as 15 and she can grow along with her character development.

Although she's not an OC, she still doesn't have any personality description at all! So, yay! And she looks like a spunky girl!

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When I felt my feet begin to burn, I could see that mother had done it again. Her perfect index finger was pointed upwards as she told me how to set the table correctly. I personally thought that paper plates and cheap chopsticks were perfect. I didn't really care.

"The good plates are in the upper left cabinet!" She said and I looked to said place to show that I was at least trying to pay attention. My stomach rumbled and I put my hands over it in an effort to cease the biting pain.

"And cover up for once! You're a disgrace! That shirt is unsuitable."

I let out a "pfft" sound and put my hands over my chest. "I'm fine. This damn thing will rip up my clothes either-" My eyes widen and I looked back to my mother, her face red. I mentally slapped myself. I'm so stupid.

My mother closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. I knew she was trying so hard to imagine me without a demon locked up inside of me, but it was inevitable. She was just too afraid to face the truth.

I sighed and decide that it's a good time to leave. I've skipped dinner before, sleeping under the shadow our village makes for us. I guessed that I'm capable of living in the wild of this village, as water surrounds us. But I know that after a while I will seek the warm embrace of my mother.

I stepped out of our small house.

My white ninja sandals pushed the offensive dirt out of the way in which I was walking. Our house was secluded, in the woods. I looked backwards, over my shoulder. Our house was puny compared to the mansions that filled the town just a few minutes from our secret house. Not that we were trying to be secret. At least, that's what I thought. This house may have been my mother's attempt to keep me out of society.

The little brown roof of our house was topped with a matching chimney that was piping out a soft layer of smoke. Mother was making dinner. Now, she was all by herself.

I turned my head back to its frontwards position and continued walking, or shuffling, forward. I never liked picking up my feet. It felt like a bother. I could walk perfectly fine without ever lifting my whole foot from the ground, thank you very much. Despite the fact that mother reprimands me all of the time for doing so, I do not stop.

The tall, boring trees I've known all my life encased me in some sort of sanctuary. The small, winding path that I took almost every day to get to the city was beat up and had foot prints covering its entire surface. Mother and I can't stay at home with each other for very long. One of us is always bound to be out doing something. We both preferred it that way.

A harsh wind blew through the woods and I wrapped my arms around myself. I shook with frost. Winter was coming, and I should have dressed better. I look at my clothes.

"Hoe."

"Whore."

"Skank."

"Disgrace."

"Disgusting."

"Just go die."

I wore a white, sleeveless top that covered just below my breasts. The fishnet I wore underneath of it was exposed and went down to the end of my abdomen. My arms were covered in white armlets along with my ninja headband tied right above my bicep on my right arm. I wore a short, white apron skirt with fishnet underneath. Tied on my back was my scroll, a weapon my father carried around during The Great Ninja War, before he died. It was covered in red cloth, the straps criss-crossing on my collarbone.

Sure, I didn't wear much clothing.

But how could I, with this thing threatening to pop out every two seconds and kill all of humanity? It was practical. I am not a slut.

My mother was right, though, when she told me to put on a shirt.

I reached the village in about twenty minutes, and I suddenly wished I had brought money.

Festivals.

Damn my village for being the village that never sleeps. There's a festival or party going on all the freaking time. It tended to get annoying after awhile. But, I dealt.

The smell of cotton candy, origini, and pocky invaded my nose. I wished I hadn't left right before dinner.

When I received my first glare, I turned back.

I couldn't deal with that right now.

My mother was eating alone at our kitchen table, the bowl of ramen still steaming on the table. I smiled.

"Still hot?" I asked, my stomach itching to grab her bowl and scarf it down. My mother looked at me.

"You're lucky, today, Fū. If you had had a long hormonal fit, then you wouldn't have gotten dinner tonight," My mother said, her red eyes glaring at me.

My eyes.

I looked to the picture of my father on our kitchen counter. Soft, brown eyes. Why did I have to inherit everything from my mother?

"What are you doing, just standing there? Eat up!" My mother scolded, nibbling at her soup.

I sighed, grabbing a plate and giving myself a large portion of our supper with the ladle. Ramen suddenly smelt so delicious.

My mother was gone before I sat down at the table, the sound of the television coming distantly from our living room. I ate in silence.

After I rinsed my bowl, I stalked upstairs to my bedroom. Total mess, as always. My clothes, all five shirts and three skirts, were scattered throughout my room. They all mostly consisted of the same color, making my room a blur of white, blue, and black.

'I suppose I should clean up…," I thought, but decided against it, like I always do. One may describe me as lazy, but I just felt like I was conserving energy for when I really needed it.

'Like you ever need energy…," I told myself. I let out a laugh and looked to my revealed bellybutton. "I know you're down there," I said aloud, glaring. I had a fucking bug in my stomach.

I flopped down onto my unmade bed, my back on the mattress. I let out a sigh, the air blowing my minty hair out of the way. I turned my head to the side and saw, curled up on my desk chair, a brown, furry ball.

"Meow," I said out loud, hoping to wake the heap up. Nothing happened.

"Meow!" I said louder, turning onto my stomach on my bed and propping myself on my elbows. The heap did nothing.

"Cat! Wake up!" I said assertively. After nothing happening, I picked up one of the articles of clothing closest to my bed and threw it at the heap. The cat awoke with a low, "meow," and stretched its legs. After opening its eyes, it turned and looked for the offender. She glared at me.

"Hello to you too, Mina-chan."

Mina-chan is my cat. I got her when I was six from my father. He said he bought it from an animal shelter but I could tell that by her cuts and disfigured paws that she was found on the streets. She wasn't the cutest cat, but I could safely say that she was my best friend.

Mina-chan listened when no one else listened. Mina-chan spoke when no one else spoke. Mina-chan cared when no one else cared.

I found it kinda of degrading to say that my cat was my best friend, but no one else seemed to ever ask me who my best friend was in the first place, so I supposed it didn't matter. Mina-chan didn't seem to have any cat friends, so we were here for each other.

I stood up from my bed and walked across my room to where my cat was laying. She purred at me when I scratched her underneath her chin and her cheeks. My hand wandered up to her ears, lightly touching the missing parts, the small gaps of skin in her ears. I hummed gently into them. She continued to purr.

Suddenly, I scooped her up in my arms and walked over to my window. Sliding it open, I sat on the floor and stuck my head out the window. The Takigakure wind blew into my room and I sighed. It felt nice. Mina-chan continued purring in my lap despite my lack of petting her, and my hands were out the window. I let the wind blow through the holes in my fingers, through the hair on my arms. My lips curled up slightly, for the first time in a while.

I wasn't a happy person. That was for sure. A scowl or emotionless expression always seemed to don my face. It wasn't that I didn't like being happy, it was just that I didn't have anything in my life that would make me happy.

I had heard all of these stories about girls my age finding love and boys; being completely happy. I rolled my eyes. A boy would never want me. And I didn't pity myself. I was just being realistic. I was abrasive, mean, vulgar, anti-social, and not exactly pretty. The only time a boy ever had a crush on me was when I was five, and that was because I wore dresses all the time and my mother would put flowers in my hair to try to cover up the monster (figuratively and literally) inside of me. He didn't even like me for two weeks. I probably hit him, or something. I can't remember.

Sighing once again, I closed my window and walked to the radio above my small television. I pushed the "power" button and the screen lit up. After a few seconds, loud, obnoxious pop music came from the speakers and I immediately rushed to change it.

I heard my mother yell, "Keep it down!"

I turned the radio setting off and changed it to CD. Feeding a CD from my shelf to my radio, I pressed the play button and turned the volume dial down.

I sighed.

Peace.

Light drum beats followed by piano seeped out of my stereos. I closed my eyes, standing in the middle of my room, taking in the sounds. Although this sounds cliché, music was my only escape. I sat down at the edge of my bed and patted my thighs along with the beat. I kept rhythm. I whistled.

My mind wondered to the time this song was recorded. I imagined a man, about forty years old, thumbing a bass guitar with a girl a little younger jamming out on the drums. Then, off to the side, unnoticed, was a man about thirty years old in wore down shoes. His fingers played magically on the ivory keys of the piano, his shoes tapping along to the beat. I envied them. I envied him.

Oh, how I would kill to be able to play piano. I would play and play until my fingers bled. I would give anything to be taught. My goal, my dream, despite being a ninja, is to fully learn how to play the piano. It was such a beautiful instrument, in my opinion. How easily you can make such a beautiful noise, with just the touch of your fingers, is stupefying to me. But my mother disagrees.

After begging, and begging, and begging to take lessons, my mother still refused.

"We don't have the money," My mother had said. I had glared at her with hateful eyes.

"This is my dream, mother. Please."

"No."

I gave up. I could deal with being a ninja for now. Maybe one day I'll be on a mission and see a man willing to give free classes.

My ears perked up at the beginning notes of the second track. I flopped down on my bed and turned my head to look at my clock. It read 6:36 p.m. I sighed. I was bored again.

I've been bored all of my life. My whole life consisted of boredom. I had no one to hang out with, no leisurely activities besides watching T.V. and listening to music, and no hobbies. The only thing that really filled up my day was training at the training grounds in town, but even then I was bored.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes, sitting up into a sitting position on my bed. I turned my head to the still playing radio. I eyed the handle at the top. It was about time for a trip.

Pulling my legs over my bed and onto the floor, I latch my fingers around the handle and opened the window using my free hand. The cool night air blew into my room and Mina-chan "meow's" angrily.

I turned to her. "I'll be back before ten," I whispered, throwing my legs out the window. Mina-chan blinked and went back to sleepy quietly. I turned back around and made my escape.

My feet hit the ground with a "thump." I ended up on the ground in a crouched position. Still in that position, I turned my head in both directions to check for anyone. Mother might have been on her nightly walks. Not seeing anyone, I quickly jump upwards and sprint into the woods.

I dodge the rough branches of trees, jumping from tree to tree. My ninja-beaten feet were used to the rough pressure that is put on them from this method of traveling, so I felt no pain. I traveled like this for a good ten minutes, before jumping off into a clearing.

What stood in front of me was what looked like a huge pile of tree branches and dirt, surrounded by a large field of grass. The pile of dirt and branches was massive, more than twice my height. Some pieces of debris could be found inside of it, along with a few worms. A small amount of grass was growing around it, growing out for about ten feet, then being encased by trees again.

It was like a sanctuary.

I had "built" this place when I was ten years old. I was lonely, tired, and sad after a day at the academy and went for a walk in the forest. Because I didn't know how to travel by tree yet, it had taken me about two hours, after getting severely lost, to find this place. I had been blinded by tears when I found it, but I immediately had known that I would return.

I smiled. Taking a step towards the pile of dirt, I grabbed the radio tighter. My feet lead me to the pile and I stuck my left foot into the dirt. I began to climb.

It took me about five minutes to reach the top of the pile, and once I had reached my destination I sighed and sat my butt on the peak layer of dirt. It wasn't really a peak, more like a rounded top. It was wide enough for me to lie down on, and that's just what I did. I ripped off my ninja sandals and dug my feet into the dirt.

I sighed. This is what I lived for.

I had almost forgotten about the radio. Remembering it, I pressed the "power" button and let the piano fill the air. I looked at the trees. I wondered if they were thankful for the music. If I were a tree and a young girl with a radio came near me and played some classical music for me, I would be pretty happy.

I wondered if anyone in the village appreciated music like I did. They always seemed to have festivals there, but always with upbeat violins and obnoxious trumpets. Never had I heard a piano.

Ugh.

Humans.

I knew it was hypocritical to say, but I hated humanity.

The way people were so ignorant of everything around them, so unthankful for everything given to them. They were so fucking obnoxious. They don't realize the troubles people go through every day. They don't know what it's like to have a fucking demon inside of them, threatening to destroy their whole lives along with all the people they love. (Meaning two people, one not even being a person.)

I guess that was another reason why I don't have any friends.

I could feel the anger seeping into me and I clenched my fists. "Don't let it take over, Fu. Don't let it take over. It's not worth it. Calm down, calm down," I whispered to myself. In the midst of my consoling, I heard a twig snap.

With my senses heightened, my head snapped up. My eyes were a darker red than they usually were. I wasn't completely myself, and I knew it. I was probably imagining things.

My breathing was still erratic from the demons power, and I could feel my heartbeat pound in my ears. My fingers twitched. Suddenly, a low hum was sent throughout my little sanctuary. I didn't know if I was imagining it or not.

My eyes shot around me. Something was here.

I didn't know if this was my anger getting to my head, or if this was a legitimate threat.

Agitated, I screamed out, "Who's there?"

A jingle of a bell followed my echoes. Then there was a low pitched chuckle. I stood up, fumbling on the unstable ground. I reached for my kunai knife in my left pocket. My demon thirsted for blood, of any type, and I knew it.

Suddenly, the noises stopped. My heart still raced, but I heard nothing. A familiar twig snapped, and my head quickly shot to the direction it came from. I narrowed my eyes, a flash of blonde coming from my peripheral vision.

I shook. It was time to get out of here.

I forced my legs to get myself down the dirt pile. Once I reached the ground, my legs were flying in front of me, my body flying through the woods. My breath was heavy and I had a layer of sweat covering my body.

I was greeted by my house with no source of light. My mother must have gone to bed. I stumbled to find the wall of my house, slowly molding my feet to the wall and walking up it into my bedroom window. My light was still on and Mina-chan was curled up in the window sill. My eyes glanced at her and I scurried past her to my drawer. I grabbed a tee-shirt and black shorts, pulling them on and flopping onto my twin bed. I put my hand on my heart. Why did I feel so threatened back there?

I shut my eyes and recalled the blur of blonde in the corner of my eye. Birds didn't come in those colors. What the hell was that?

I pulled my comforter up to my shoulders, feeling as if a layer of protection was around me. I turned to my side, my mind making up random images of that night's events. My muscles relaxed and I lulled into a nice sleep.

I slept with the nights on that night.

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Will be updated on: Sunday, January 31, 2011