Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine, but we do date occasionally...
A/N: This was just something that just came about. I had a burst of inspiration, so I ran with it. Enjoy! meadow Stay
She plays for me.
All of her.
She plays for me and only me.
She is perfection, a goddess that I have created. The notes I hear are crystal clear and marvelous beyond belief. No mistakes are prohibited. She knows better than to defy me. That only brings death and hurt to the those she love. For that, she will stay.
My perfect little kunochi.
No one will take her away from me. If they try, the only thing that they will gain is their name on a cemented stone shoved in the ground for their family and friends to mourn over. I take no pity for worthless people who dare call themselves shinobi. No one is worthy of what I have to offer.
Her purpose is to please me. Although, her goal in life is to destroy me. She might be able to succeed. Only if she lets her hate push her further than any limit she could have possibly thought to set for herself. Then and only then, will she be able to do what she has dreamt of doing for six years. From the tip of her fingers to the hate held in her eyes. All of it is directed for and towards me. That is the only emotion that I will allow her to show or feel. Hate, anger, and frustration. Hate will lead her to victory.
I can't help but be amazed at her figure. Her back is perched up stiff as a board. Pink hair flowing down her unmarred skin to the dip in her lower back-I would never damage what I own, torture can do far worse. The shoes that I purchased for her are five inch heels; sparkling silver with pink heels. She is clad in what she was born in. There is no such thing as shame or embarrassment. That is what I have taught her.
For five and a half years she has trained in those beautiful stilettos. Perfecting her balance, stealth, technique, and all the other areas that she lacked in as a ninja. It was practically all areas. We have come a long way, but I trained her until she was able to do what it is she claimed she could. Not everyone can be a shinobi. This world needs to be rid of the weak. That is why I am starting a new generation of strong ninjas that will earn their title. She earned hers just like our son will.
He is 4 years old. Already strong and skilled. Although he is hyper, I only tolerate so much from him. He knows his place. This is the only reason she stays. I wont force her to, but if she doesn't she will be the reason her son dies.
Everything that she has, she has earned. It took her six months to be given those shoes. At first she tried to deny the fact that she was mine. She later learned that ignoring me or being disobedient was something that I did not allow. I broke her will and built her a new one. One that only bends for me. She is mine. She owns nothing. Not even the hair on her head. Every skill she has is because of me.
After the first year she was here I taught her the piano. And here she is now, five years later playing for me. To please me. Only for me, shall she play.
I chose her because my foolish brother was taking too long. He didn't understand what it meant to hate, or to get revenge. But my dear kunochi does. She knows the feeling all too well.
Why do I do this you ask? I needed a new hobby, something I could manipulate and practice on. I need to stay sharp after all. My enemies wont be pitiful forever.