A Mission Break and an AN
*Idon't own Naruto. If I did I wouldn't be stuck in a oven of a class room all day.
*Speaking Of classrooms school has started so unfortunately updates will take longer.
*This was made to tide you over. It's not my best. But my first day was… it kinda really sucked.
* But I will not be defeated. I am still working on the requests I got, all of them. But I want you to know if you request more than one mission at a time I will do one and then there may be some other in between.
*With that I leave you with my crankiness and an annoying Hitomi.
In an undisclosed location,
In a pitch black room,
Surrounded by homework,
Hitomis creator and master was cradling her head in her hands.
How can they do this to was? Read chapter one
"You know I just realized you never described me or you to them."
Just now? My, you're slow.
I'm not- never mind. Why haven't you described us?
I have my reasons.
…..
And they are?
I've left it up to them to imagine you how they want. It makes it more fun.
Really?
Yeah. As far as they know you could look exactly like them. So it's as if they have an alternate reality version of themselves.
But I have my own looks. I don't want to be like a a Barbie to them.
Stop whining. How you look isn't written in stone. There is tons of stuff that can change that. Hair dye, for example.
What about my skin tone?
You can go get a tan or stay out of the sun.
What if I'm black?
Michel Jackson was.
Fine, you win but don't you at least care.
No. I have tons of stuff to do; homework, housework, work work. If they're enjoying this I'm not going to waste my time ruining it.
What about you? Don't you at least care about yourself?
I haven't even named myself in most chapters. Besides I can't go describing myself to them. It's dangerous. I don't want a stalker or something.
Who would want to stalk you?
I don't know. It's just precautions.
Meaning your mom is interfering.
Please, she doesn't even know my pen name.
I want a description.
You little ungrateful brat. Do you want the truth? I haven't even decided on how you look myself.
Hitomi gasped and slowly fell to the ground twitching. Her creator just massaged her forehead and stepped over her on her way out.