A/N: Not one of my better works, but I like the idea, you know?
Replacement
Summary: An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, as the saying goes, but what about a copy for three?
Words: 376
Characters: FemSasuke (Sakaye), FemSai (Sai), FemSuigetsu (Suri), FemNaruto (Nariko), MaleKarin (Ken), MaleSakura (Seiichi), FemJuugo (Junko), FemKakashi (Kairi)
Warnings: None
Pairings: None
Disclaimer/Claimer: While the original Naruto characters do not belong to me, these GenderBender creations are mine. Do not steal them... EVER.
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When Sakaye had first chosen the members of Team Hebi, her plans for creating such a squad had been for very good, logical reasons. They were suitable, after all, for the goal, the purpose she had in mind.
However, that had been before she'd seen her old teammates and met her.
The replacement.
Dark hair and eyes, pale skin, blank expression; was that supposed to be a joke? A mock? A jab?
It was then that Sakaye found her original reasoning to be only part of why she had chosen the members she had. They were the main ones, yes, but no longer the only ones.
It was strange, she thought, observing the three before her, how much they resembled her former team.
Broad grin, light hair, outspoken nature. Suri. Nariko.
Red-hued hair, annoyance towards female teammate, attraction to the Uchiha. Ken. Seiichi.
Calm aura, tall stature, observer. Junko. Kairi.
On looking them over, Sakaye felt only faintly disturbed to experience some type of vindictive pleasure towards the similarities, as if she had committed some great feat that made her even with those the trio before her so resembled. Perhaps in a way she had.
However, the emotion made her feel silly and childish, a feeling she immensely disliked, as if she had chosen these members out of jealousy rather than the cool logic she had, in fact, imbued the task with. It really was ridiculous to think that way anyway, for she had hand-picked them long before she'd met that pale-faced, secondhand copy of herself.
And even if she had chosen them for reasons other than logic, what did it matter? For what other justification did she need for replacing a team that had replaced her first?
The thought made her feel at least somewhat better, though only enough so as to prevent her from questioning it too deeply. It was not a matter she liked to think on too much, and as Sakaye had long been the type to follow her desires and avoid her aversions, she did not and would not. She had severed those ties; those bonds were cut.
She had not been jealous, her choice had not been biased, and she most certainly would not believe that the replacement had hurt.
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"How can I return when my place has been taken?"
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Who's that girl? Where's she from? No, she can't be the one...
That you want, that has stolen my world...
It's not real, it's not right,
It's my day, it's my night,
By the way... Who is that girl...
Living my life?...
–Who's That Girl, Hilary Duff