Chapter 4
Evil to an assassin
"SHOPPING!" I blurted. Nothing good ever came out of shopping. I was discovered more than once while I tried to shop. That was why I stole from people. One time I was actually captured and almost killed. And then there was the time and old lady had beaten me so bad I had bruises with her stupid purse and cane. So I had concluded. Shopping was evil.
"It would be better if you made yourself a bit more approachable. Here is some money." I looked down at my clothes-err-rags. They weren't that bad. A couple things I stole and my clothes that I've had for…. a while. Besides, the cloak covered everything…when it was closed. I sighed. If Leader-Sama said I needed it, I was most likely not going to get out of it. I took the money from him and left the room. It was going to be a long day.
Did I mention shopping was evil? It is obviously the devil's creation to piss people off. Well it worked. Two minutes in this stupid town and I was already under suspicion. I wasn't even wearing my Akatsuki cloak. I sighed walking into a store. The clerk looked up at me surprised. I scowled. I looked around at the shirts and pants and some boots. I found one shirt that I liked. It wasn't really a shirt come to think of it. It was more of a dress that was really short. It was white with a hint of green. It was open at the chest, kind of like a corset, but it only had two strings to keep it together. It had over the shoulder battle kimono sleeves and the bottom was cut in a way that it showed the sides of my legs up to my hips. I was definitely going to need some shorts.
I held up the dress to my body. I looked like it fit. I hated shopping too much to try it on. So I went up to the cashier and put the money on the table. She quickly wrote down what I bought and took the money. I hung the dress over my arm and walked out of the store. I walked down the street of the market. People were cheery and laughing and buying who knows what.
I walked into another store. Accessories and shoes. I could do without both. I have been for the past ten years or so. I walked around looking at various items. There were some cool belts, so I picked two up. I looked around at shoes and gagged. Heels, pumps, anything that screamed slut. I saw a pair of black boots in the back and dug through the racks of heels, picking them up. Black knee high with a zipper down the middle. I could deal with that. I walked up to the cash, not trying anything on again, and paid for my stuff. Shopping was beginning to look a lot less evil, maybe even a little enjoyable.
I heard screams. I turned around just to see a man get run over by a vegetable cart. His blood spilled all over the streets. I buried my nose in my arm quickly, trying not to smell it.
"Ah shit." I muttered. I had to get out of here, fast. Should I smell it and get high, these people would never see the light of day again. I searched for anything that could get me out of here and avoid the crowd at the same time. Nothing. Crap. I was drawn to the man again, my eyes lingering over the scene. I gazed at what was behind the man. Shorts. And fingerless gloves.
"Hey pretty lady; I'll give you three hundred-"
"Get the shit out of my way you pervert!" I pushed him, sending him flying into the cart. Now was my chance. I book'd it and jumped, flipping over the scene and into the store. I grabbed the rack with my hand and used the other to grab the shorts and gloves while my body was still in the air. Once I had both in my hand I pushed off the rack flying onto the roof. I ran. I ran like there was no tomorrow.
"THEIF! SOMEONE STOP HER!" I dodged the various things they threw at me. Fruit, clothes, weapons, tomatoes. Oh, and I take back that last comment. Shopping was diabolical. Hell's creation to torment innocent blood thirsty assassins like me. I now had the clothes in one hand and a kunai in the other incase I had to fight. I had made it to the forest, but I didn't know if I had lost the annoying villagers. I ran through the forest, making sure to lose them before I got back to base.
I slammed the door of my room shut, panting heavily. Never going shopping again. I looked at the clothes. They were all still there. I smirked. I always get away when I steal. I took off my rags and put the new clothes on, getting used to their feel. I crossed the belts and let them hang around my hips. I took a couple steps and examined myself in the mirror, something I hadn't done in a while. I looked at myself overall. I was a bit above average, not too tall. I didn't really have any curves except for the natural ones from my hip bones. I was just kind of skinny. My chest was a bit bigger than most people I'd say, and the shirt definitely wanted to show that off. That would make up for my not curvy body.
I looked up at my face. My hair was scarlet, I guess. It had been a while since I brushed it. It was now just a mess on my head. Short in the front and down to the end of my ribs at the back. I looked at my eyes. Aquamarine, but more blue. I was told they were piercing. I gazed lower at my neck and collarbone. I had on a choker with an onyx orb attached to it. I remember when my mother gave it to me. It was supposed to be snow white, showing I was from heaven. The moment my fingers met the orb it turned a harsh black colour and has been ever since. It also used to be held on a string, until it broke. I remember stealing for my very first time. I traced my finger along the choker. Just to keep the memory alive.