[It's Not You, Hidan-San]01[I'm Just Sexist]
Prologue-Freedom
"AHBICDDAENF!!" It was all just a scrambles up bunch of letters, but what ever it was she screamed it, and she lunged out in front of herself, thrusting out a hand out in agony.
"SHIZUKO!" a man hollered out in return. It was a deep voice, and the girl would have though it was beautiful if not for the fact it was ail. He was a blur, and Shizuko couldn't see what he looked like, but she could see he had reached out for her as well.
"DON'T LEAVE ME GHHIIDJAKNL-SAN!!" Shizuko wailed, trying harder to reach the man. Slowly she got closer to the man, they're hands grew closer and closer until they almost--!
"Yamamoto-Chan" A soft voice said. Shizuko was softly shaken when she turned away from the voice. "Yamamoto-Chan, time to wake up." The voice persisted. Shizuko rolled over more and then- thwack! She hit the floor, and her bed was rather high off the ground.
She was tangled up in her bed sheets. In a daze she asked her assistant, "What time is it?". When the girl didn't reply, Shizuko shot up a glare in place and looked at the assistant. She was pointing at a clock on the wall. 7:45.
She was fifteen minutes late to her training class, and she was becoming more late as she sat there staring in awe at the clock. Quickly the girl got up, and tripped over her feet, that were still wrapped in blanket. She hopped up and sprinted for her bathroom.
"What day is it?" Shizuko asked ask she ran out a toothbrush in her mouth. She was standing in front of her dresser.
"Um, Saturday." Shizuko stopped mid-task, and turned to glare at her assistant.
"Inoue-Chan." Shizuko moaned in dislike. She dropped her hurried manner and slowly gathered her clothes together to take to the bathroom. "You are truly troublesome, Inoue-Chan." The girl grumbled as she entered the bath.
The assistant only shrugged and left the room, so Shizuko could continue on with her morning routine. That was how things worked in the Yamamoto Shrine. Shizuko normally ignored it and let it be, like today. Though, some how, today felt strangely different.
Daily chores were completed and then Shizuko would go and train. Most mornings she would wake up as 6:30. Saturday's normally meant the chance to sleep in, though sometimes Inoue-Chan would wake her up early and most of the time wouldn't tell her it's Saturday.
Often Shizuko would find out what day it was on her own and be furious at Inoue-Chan, but that would be forgotten the next day. Today though, (As stated previously) felt different. Inoue-Chan told her what day it was.
The air was heavy.
The birds didn't chirp.
Something was going to happen. Shizuko was paranoid like that. She took her time getting ready, and slowly dragged herself out of her room. That was another thing, normally she wanted to hurry up and get out of her room, but she wanted to stay in her room today.
She slowly drug her feet down the stairs to get to the main foyer. Where her father, great uncle, and grandfather stood. "Come." Her uncle said. Shizuko stopped and crossed her arms. She was not one to listen to men. "Shizuko-San. Come here!"
"No!" She hollered dropped her arms to her side and then squared her shoulders. Yes. Shizuko was rather, sexist.
"You will come here!" Her grandfather said. "If you want to be excepted into this family you will come here! And when we are done you will go and pray for forgiveness." Shizuko paused in her actions of moving forward.
"No. I will not." She said slowly and calmly. Since when did she have to listen to a man? Never. They never listened to her. "I will not bend to you whim. I'm through! I done with this goodness-forsaken family!
"You never listen to me! You never have any never will, will you?!" She continued. "You're all just a bunch of- of-" She couldn't think of a word to describe them. "I never truly believed in our 'god', ya know. It's all just a bunch of lies."
They were silent as the girl finished calmly and bitterly. No one ever had listened to her, until now at least. She turned on her heal, and with a wave, she said, "Sayonara*, butt-holes!"
"Stop her." She heard from her uncle, and only smirked at it. With quick realization she noted the several ninja quickly enclosing her. She preformed several hand signs, and then something jutted up from the ground, striking the men down.
It happened quickly, and she walked out the heavy, glass and gold door. She didn't care anymore. Now she was free.
And no one -NO one- was going to take her freedom from her.
No one.
