Disclaimer: I do not in any way or form own "Naruto," the creator and founder of Naruto is Masashi Kishimoto. Dude, your awesome! Where would we be without Naruto? LOL
Property: I only own the OC character "Aaron Shiratori" and future OC characters in my story "Side of a Bullet."
"Side of a Bullet"
(An Akatsuki story)
Chapter 1: Aaron Shiratori
"If I'd known it was going to rain today, I would have brought an umbrella or something." Aaron thought absently, dashing under another closed merchants stand, using its overhead broads has cover from Amegakure's heavy rain. She looked onward towards her destination for more cover; another stand was just across the street, along with distanced others being over towered by high skyscrapers. It seemed the skyscrapers were challenging the rain to pour on more with their height and strong structures…she wished she was that brave. She dashed under another stand.
Honestly, it was a wasteful thought to begin with. It rained, practically, everyday in Amegakure, The Hidden Rain Village; and she should know, she lived here…for 3 years. But, old habits die-hard; sadly enough, hers was leaving her umbrella at home whenever she left her shop. Luckily, she didn't leave her brown leather jacket back there. It was cold out here!
She stopped under an open glass store's entrance roof to catch her breath. She leaned her body against the window, her head turned towards the streets as ragged puffs of cold harsh air pasted her lips, watching the rain's onslaught upon the city. It would be another mile or so before she got back to her shop that was left unattended for the roaming greedy eyes of the city's thieves.
"Damn!" she cursed, hoping she had locked the door before she left this afternoon. An old coupled stopped as they exited the store Aaron was using as shelter, they stared at her in shock and disapproval. Aaron tried to put on her best apologetic smile, scratching the back of head nervously before sheepishly saying her apologies to them. They just snorted at her in high snobbery as they continued on their way, unknowingly seeing Aaron's tongue stick out at their turned backs childishly.
She smirked in triumph before something caught her eye in the stores window. She was met with her own reflection.
There stood a faded glass image of a lightly tanned woman in her early twenties, her dark brown hair was wet, curling and clamping together as they framed her small lengthy face, the bangs and front stopping in the middle of her slender neck before becoming shorter and shorter till it reach the nap of her hairline. Her face held no signs of makeup and had with its long thin eyebrows, deep brown eyes lined with full lashes, soft high cheekbones blushing red from the cold and run, beholding the daintiest nose, and small pink lips was nothing but angelic. Her body, though small in stature, barely passing the 5-foot mark, was full and rich; and her drenched clothes did nothing more but, outline her figure. Her leather jacket was sharp at the shoulders (it was supposed to give an edgy look but didn't), overlapped a tight cream tank top that clung to her reasonably sized breast and slim waist, dark denim pants that shaped her feminine hips, legs and rear with a buckled belt attached with two holsters carrying her most valuable weapons on each hip. The window only went from above her head to her knees, so it wouldn't have shown qualified ninjas shoes. In some cases, people would think her being nothing more than a child considering her…*ahem*…height problem;but in all, this was Aaron Shiratori, a woman soaked in water from head to toe and standing under a store's roof as it continued to rain heavily.
"Shit, I look terribly," she announced in distaste, bring a stray of hair behind her ears then flipping her jacket's collar up and clutching it around her, running back into the rain.