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~Day 2~
I decided to kick back and relax for today. After the girls found out that the Sasuke they were chasing was Naruto they were really piss off and started beating him up I'm just glad I got there before they killed him but after that he decided no part in it anymore…I guess I kind of understand…I would've asked Kiba to help but I don't have anything to blackmail him so that was no good. When something hits me…if I was going to make someone smile I should know his past and everything about him because I know he doesn't have a family and nobody knows why. I didn't want to ask a fan girl, I never want to ask one again, and I'm pretty sure I couldn't ask him directly he'd just shoot me down. So the best place to get the truth would be the ninja files. Normally they'd be locked up and there not supposed to be shown to the public but the best thing about me is the power of my family. My family is the richest family in the Fire Country and almost all of the businesses established in Konoha are owned by the Darkrai's. Although I don't want to use my name to get things done, there are some instances I really have to but apart from that I'd rather do things my way and not get the help of my family name. Sometimes I wish could go back to my home but I was pretty much exiled there since I kind of hit my supposed 'husband' in the face but it was his fault. He was a freakin' perv! So for my father to 'teach me a lesson' he sent me here. But he doesn't want me to die…since I'm the only child he has and I have to succeed him when he dies. I was almost at the records building…it wasn't that big it was just like a small house except there were no windows and there was only one door. I walk towards the door where there was a ninja standing with his arms crossed with a serious look on his face but quickly softens when he sees me and says,
"Hime, Why are you here?" He looks on in surprise.
I smile at him. "I'm just here for research…does every ninja have a file in here?" I point at the door.
"Yes…every ninja has a file…but the high rank ninja's files are kept in more secure locations."
"So the jonins files aren't here but the genins are?" I had a twinkle in my eyes.
He nods. "Yeah pretty much."
"Great!" I walk pass him but he stops me with his hand…I look at him.
"I'm sorry Hime but those files cannot be seen by anyone…even if it's you Hime." I step back I close my eyes and glare at him and smile evilly.
"My family is the most powerful family in the Fire Country…I may not be in my home and I may not be in a pretty dress but I'm still the sole heir of the Darkrai family…now you really don't want to anger me now do you? Since in a year or so I'll be returning home?" His face was so full of fear he was practically shaking so I cut him some slack. "I'll only be in for ten minute…k?" I smile innocently…he nods fiercely and I walk pass him. I walk pass all the shelves until I reach the shelf that had the big 'U'. It was a little hard to find his file. Who knew there were so many ninja's with 'U' as the starting letter for their last names? The bookshelves were so dusty, every time I pull out a file, dust would fill my nostrils and I start to cough or sneeze. I don't know why but Uchiha must be a really 'something' to my subconscious mind because my conscious mind seems to find him of no irrelevance to my doing this. I look up all the files until I reach his file. I stare at it for awhile a little hesitant to open it but when I do. Dust started to fill my nostrils again. I let out a small sneeze as I rub my nose. I start reading it flipping page through page then I reach the end. I close my eyes and put the file back. I don't know how it happened, but my subconscious and conscious mind seemed to have agreed on something. They both know as to why I am so interested in Sasuke Uchiha. I see myself in him. I see little Mizuki curled up on the corner of the floor, mourning the death of both of her parents and her whole clan as the murderer gives her a wink and kisses her forehead. The situation may not be the same but the eyes are. Eyes, full of hate, confusion, betrayal, and almost all negative emotion you could think of. And just like me, he has no one to pick him up when his at his lowest. I sigh disappointingly, "I guess I understand him a little better." I whisper to myself as I walk out of the door.