Derp. So I'm just going to type this out again because dear goodness, it's rubbish.
Edited in: Oops, forgot the disclaimer! I do not own Naruto.
A girl brushed her hair out of her eyes and gazed at the village in front of her. Konoha.
She shuffled on the tree branch she was balancing on, staring down at the gates. How many years had it been since she had walked away? She counted in her head - five years.
Five years since she had last seen her family. Five years since she had dropped the name Midori Uchiha. And now she was going to have to take up the profile again.
She tugged at the hair framing her face, observing the light brown color. No doubt her eyes were their deep green as well. Midori Uchiha had never had brown hair. Her eyes had never been green either - funny, she mused, considering what her name meant - green.
Midori stayed absolutely still, sensing her chakra. She had been keeping up this new appearance for so long that the chakra she spread out in her body was automatic. Stopping the flow, she waited, still staring at the twist of hair in her fingers. The brown color seemed to be melt away, being replaced by black.
Just to make sure, Midori leaped down from the branch to check in a puddle. Not one brown strand of hair was left, and her eyes were onyx too. Good.
She glanced up at the tree, making sure she hadn't left anything behind. The tree's thinner branches seemed to be nodding up and down in the breeze, almost like they were encouraging her on. She grinned. The young girl had sometimes sat up in that very tree for ages, just watching Konoha, a wistful look in her eyes. But she wasn't going to just sit and stare today.
With a growing thrill, she began walking towards the gates. She didn't bother pulling up the hood of her cloak - that would only make her look suspicious.
The shinobi on sentry duty only looked at her as she passed. Plenty of people passed by into Konoha to submit missions for the village's ninja.
Midori grinned in pure delight as she walked in the streets, staring at the buildings. It hadn't changed much since she had been a child, touring Konoha with her brothers. Of course, back then the shopkeepers had always waved and smiled and offered a treat to her and her twin brother. The twins had been precocious little ones, and quite endearing when they wanted to be.
She found herself at the Uchiha compound quickly enough. Now this, the silent houses on each side of the small street, she didn't linger to see. Pulling up her hood to block her side vision, she hurried past until she reached a house at the very end. Pushing open the door, her footsteps slowed as she wandered through the house, until she stopped in of a small room.
Midori gazed at her surroundings, sighing. Her bedroom was just the same as she had left it. The cupboard was still there, at the end of the room, with a mirror hanging beside it...
She chuckled a little ruefully when she saw her reflection in the mirror, dropping her hood again to get a better look. Her hair had reverted to brown again. Trying to ignore the memories of the compound, she must have been too distracted to stop the transformation jutsu from activating again.
But then again, it was a little hard to remember Midori Uchiha. After all, this girl, with wavy brown hair and green eyes, was now more famous than Midori Uchiha had ever been. Her alter ego, Ren Takoshi.
Midori murmured the name to herself. She'd spent the past five years in the guise of her own creation, Ren. Refining the transformation jutsu she already knew had taken over a year, but her work had paid off. This version was much easier to keep going, and Midori hardly spent a moment as herself anymore. She didn't just have Ren – she had a whole collection of alter egos, each suited for a different purpose.
She forced the jutsu away, and smiled in relief when her hair turned its old brownish black, and her eyes become the onyx they'd been at her birth. But she didn't stay like that for long. She soon took on another identity at random: a petite girl with pale, icy-blue hair and large teal eyes.
For a moment, she blinked at her reflection, surprised at her choice. Then, shrugging, she turned to leave the room. Midori would have liked to use Ren for this mission, but her usual alter ego wouldn't do for this particular job.
She couldn't help but pause at the doorway, her eyes scanning the room she used to love so much.
Instead of a bed, Midori had a mattress. As a young child, she had asked for it, a demanding spark in her eyes. She had always liked to feel close to the earth, and hated heights. Her mother, as indulgent towards her little girl as ever, obliged, and got Midori a pale green mattress, with dark green bedsheets that had white leaf patterns.
Beside Midori's bed was a small, low table. As her eyes passed over it, Midori couldn't help but sigh wistfully. A framed photograph stood neatly there, coated by a thin cover of dust. She didn't need to pick it up to know what the picture showed.
A picture of her, beside her twin brother Sasuke, older brother Itachi, and their parents.
Neh? What do you think? Is it bad? Is it good? Is it just as good/bad as before?