Soft shuffles through the streets. Blue sandals, pale calves. Shia was walking in a soft pace towards the forests just outside of Konoha. She had a calm look on her sharp face. Her long hair, tied up in a ponytail, fluttered out behind her.
The grassy fields were very popular during spring. Families and lovers went there for picknicks, or just for a stroll.
"...so meet me there at two, allright?"
Ren had told her that. He was in love, he said. You've got to meet her, he said. Shia rolled her eyes to herself. How many times had he told her that? Ren, who was now seventeen, was quite the player. He had been with over ten different girls by now, most likely. More so, he kept introducing her to his friends. Who Shia did not like. At all.
Shia had grown up to be a bit of a grumpy teenager. If someone criticised her, she easily snapped at them. She had grown a habit of smoking whenever tired or stressed.

The village did not like her very much. She was too "eerie". They had never liked her, but her childish manners had made up for it in the past. Now Shia was avoided, especially by the ninja's of her generation. The girls kept mocking her, for no apparent reason. Just because she was a bit more quiet than the others, perhaps.

"Shia!" Flinching when someone called her name, she jerked up her head, only to notice she had reached the fields already. A boy approached her. He was tall, very tall. His stubborn black hair stuck out like he had just got out of bed. He put a hand on her shoulder. "Hi, midget." Shia frowned at him. The girl was as short as Ren was tall, who often mocked her with the fact that she had to adjust all of her long pants. "Would you mind shutting up, bean sprout? Just take me to her."
Ren smiled, his eyes narrowing a little bit to that lovely look of his. He put her arm around her, easily nudging her forward to a shady spot where a girl stood.

Shia swallowed. The girl looked pretty. Shia wasn't bad-looking, but she wasn't the prettiest being ever seen, either. The kunoichi sometimes wasn't very careful with her looks. Everything about her was average-looking, except for her long, fine hair which she was indeed very proud of.
The girl had turned around, bursting into a gorgeous smile. "Ren!" She exclaimed in a soft, yet clear voice. Her curly brown hair embraced the sides of her round face gently. "You kept me waiting!"
Her figure was very beautiful too. Overall, she was nearly impeccable. Her green eyes had that same smile's narrow to them, until she saw Shia. The girl's eyes went slightly cold. Yet she approached Shia all the same. "Hello. My name is Kiira. You must be Ren's sister." Something about her pause in the sentence and the way she pronounced 'sister' made the sentence drip with sarcasm. Shia shook her hand and regarded her coolly.
Now that they were so close to each other, Shia could see that her smile wasn't as gorgeous as it had seemed. It was slightly crooked, slightly made of plastic. The girl released Kiira's hand quickly, and turned her attention back to ren, who had been chatting away. "...took me three more hours to finish it at last!" He burst into his sweet laughter. Shia quickly laughed along with him.

It didn't take long for her to realize that Kiira was in the same team as Ren, and that she utterly adored him. Shia sighed and consented that she would have to try and get along with her. She jerked back to earth when Ren held out some chopsticks to her. "Here you go, imouto-chan." He had brought a basket along with him. "I brought the picknick, as agreed!"
"Oh, Ren...You really went for it again..." Shia observed, as the basket looked like it could burst every second now. As he unpacked things, Shia observed Kiira's face. She was astonished at Ren's cooking skills, but for some reason she looked like she had expected him to do this for her. She sighed and filled her bowl with Ren's vegetable rice and his grilled sausages. Halfway through, Kiira suddenly exclaimed. "Oh Ren, you're too good for m—" She shifted her eyes slowly towards The pale girl sitting against a tree. "...for us. Of course." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
Shia's fist closed tightly around her chopsticks. Her chest seemed to be pulsating with something she soon chalked up to jealousy. She dived into her food again, anything to ignore them kissing eachother on the mouth, anything, anything!
"Ren." She said softly. "Did you bring any drinks?"
"Oh...Damn! I knew I had forgotten something! I'll get us some, don't worry, Shia-chan." And so Ren went running off towards the village again.

Crap. That wasn't her intention, to be left alone with Kiira. Shia slapped her palm to her forehead behind Kiira's back, who was waving at Ren. She was still quietly damning herself when she heard that soft, clear voice again. "So...Shia, is it?"
She looked through her fingers to find Kiira staring a green stare at her.
"Yes. Why, Kiira-san?" Shia kept her voice polite, yet low.
"Your brother...He's very nice. He's your only family, isn't he?" Again, that plastic smile. Shia said nothing, but put down her bowl in the grass, only to be doing something. Her green eyes were piercing to her core.
"So...Has to be tough losing him, right?"
Shia's fingers stopped fiddling with the grass. The clenched tightly into the soft earth beneath it. "I'm not losing my onii-chan to anything."
"Oh, but you are, Shia." Kiira leaned up close to her and smirked, her head tilted to one side. "He's mine now. He used to be talking about 'Shia-chan' constantly. Shia-chan, Shia-chan. His heart belonged to you. Who has be been talking about now, you guess? Hm?" She played with a curly strand of hair. "Kiira-chan. Kiira. He loves me, Shia. He doesn't like you, a small lost freak's child anymore."

Shia's eyes widened. She bit her bottom lip and spoke through her teeth. "Ren arrived here together with me. He's the same as me. He loves me." With every breath she took, she felt her heart racing in her throat. Doubt gnawed at her. She could be right. Kiira was prettier, more popular. She seemed to take good care of him. Yet still, a small piece of certainty remained. Ren promised he'd take care of her. He promised.

"Ren was old enough to take care of himself. You can't even cook a simple meal. Ren has to do it for you. He's sick of it, Shia. Ren-chan told me that himself. You're a burden he has to drag along." With every word, anger flared through Shia's body. From the pit of her stomach, to the tips of her fingers. It was throbbing in her chest. She stumbled up, shaking with hate.
"Just who...do you think you are?"
"I'll tell you. I'm Ren's important person. I hold his heart." Kiira had gotten up gracefully, and calmly.
"Well, I'm off to tell my sweetie to come with me. See you, little pathetic girl." Kiira turned around and started walking the same road Ren had been running on three minutes ago.

Red-hot fury was seeping through her bones, into her blood where it ran at a high speed to her legs and arms before it reached her mind to even consider.
"You do not hold Ren's heart, only I do!!" She shrieked with a pitch-high voice. It rang across the plains, startling other couples and families. The fury blinded her, and suddenly she found herself in the air, leaping at Kiira. She landed on top of Kiira, who had half turned around. They dropped onto the ground with a hard thud. Shia lay on top of her, griiting her teeth, and through her wild fury began tugging at Kiira's pretty hair.

Shia was, unlike Kiira, a brawler type. She battled in close-range, and had a rock-hard physique. Kiira was a medium-range genjutsu user, but her part in the fight was not bad at all. After all, Kiira was taller and older than Shia, and was not blinded by rage.
Kiira grabbed a hold of Shia's fringe, tugging it towards her. Then, suddenly, she jerked up her elbow, hitting Shia in the throat. The pale girl gagged, losing her grip on Kiira's head, who took every chance she got. Immediately, Kiira was crouching over Shia, hitting her in the face once, twice, three times. Her punches weren't powerful, but powerful enough to dizzy Shia. The punches seemed to wake her from her anger. She blocked Kiira's next punch, and held Kiira's body off hers using her shin. She bended her leg and pressed her shin against Kiira's upper body.

Kiira jerked herself up, thinking Shia would punch back, and concentrated fully on the short girl's clenched fists. The attack came from a completely different angle though. Kiira felt a hot white pain spread through her chin, her mouth and her teeth. She fell back, shrieking and clenching her mouth. Blood ran through her fingers, dripping onto her neck and arms. The girl looked up, her eyes filling with tears. Shia was leaning on her elbows, her leg outstretched into the air. The black-haired girl had hit her straight in the mouth, with her powerful kick.

Shia's face was swollen and blue where Kiira had struck her, and she was bleeding from her nose. She had a triumphant grin on her face. The kunoichi was panting.
"Shia..? Kiira?" The otherwise so cheerful and warm voice sounded small and shocked. Shia's smile faded from her face. How much had Ren seen?
He was holding three cans of soda. Kiira stood up. "Ren! You-your little sister! She just attacked me! Look what she did to me, Ren, sweetie!" Kiira's voice was shaking, but there was no hurt in it. Just pain. Ren dropped the cans, closing Kiira in his arms.
He looked at Shia, accusing and cold.

"What...did you do Shia? Why did you do that?" Ren's voice was cold as stone. Shia sat on her knees. "R-Ren...She provo—"
"I don't want to hear an explanation." Ren interrupted her. "You let me down, you didn't even try to like her. I don't want to see you right now, Shia." He looked away from her, into the plains. Hurt was in his blue eyes.

"Ren..kun..." Shia whispered softly.
Next to Ren, Kiira smiled her plastic smile, her blood-coloured teeth crooked and askew.