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Chapter 2

Tenten's Story

The early morning sun was bleak and massive grey clouds shadowed the orb of gas. My village was long gone for we've been on the road for a little while, nothing but pine trees were found in the deserted area. I sat silently, devoid of all emotion and occasionally stared blankly out the window in the back seat of our car. My parents engaged themselves in light banter, once in a while looking back at me to see if I were still breathing.The carpet covered car walls seemed to be closing in on me and I grew a large headache that was squeezing the very essence out from my brain. Hell was literally inside me. My suitcase and backpack were clutched to my chest tightly, wanting so much to just open the side door and jump out, running like hell back to people who accept me, who love me. But there was just no way to escape this.

Stopping abruptly, I looked out the window to find ourselves parked in a lot, a train's whistle spiked my ears as it blew loud at the unholy hour of day. Opening the door, the cold whipped at me gently as I followed my parents to the ticket salesman. I waited on a busy grey platform for them, stuff in hand as if I were ready to run all the way back to Kohana, all the way back to people who would hold me and tell me that it would be OK. Rushing people whizzed passed me as I stared blankly at the parked train. The machine was pitch black and large square windows on the sides. A warm arm had slipped itself around my shoulders, causing me to break concentration, and the scent of shampoo hit my nose hard. My mom gave me a broken smile, her eyes almost looked like they were frowning.

"It'll be alright dear," her voice was warm and low, her usual chocolate brown eyes grew darker as she continued. "This is for the best. I know that you don't like this now, but later on, when you marry a handsome man and have beautiful babies, then you'll understand why we're doing this. We do love you, Tenten. We're so very proud of you. We just want you to be happy."

I looked at her with new eyes, I saw fresh tears roll down her high cheeks. But if you're proud of me, why do you want to change me? She quietly cried to herself as dad handed me my ticket and told me which train number to board. After getting off at the last stop, a woman with curly black hair will be holding a sign with my name on it. She will be taking to me straight to my dorm, giving me my new uniform, planner, and informing me of all the rules that are strictly inforced at the school. Taking me into his torso, he whispered that he loves me and wants me to be a good girl, to write to them when I could. Murmuring that I loved him too, mom ripped me out his chest and held my head tightly against her's, tears running rampant now.

"Tenten, w-we do love you very much and we want you to be ga-good," her nose grew cherry red and sniffled lightly.

"Yeah I love you too mom," emotion was nearly washed out of me as I boarded the train and took my window seat.

I watched them as we began to leave the station, misty-eyed mom and solid dad were waving and smiling as my face was beginning to disappear from plain sight. The inside of the train and the itchy fabric of the seats were of a dark grey material and a white table was too close to me. I mean with me strapped in with my seat belt, I felt like I was being tied up and shipped all the way to the School. Facing the window, we were going by so fast that all the trees were meshing into one. Browns, grays, and greens were all that my eyes could catch. After another half an hour of scenery-watching, my eyes grew droopy and I quickly flew asleep with their faces flashing all through my mind.

Goodbye Kohana, goodbye training grounds, goodbye lovely weapons that are now half-way to the city dump, goodbye everyone, and lastly goodbye my unspoken love whom may never know and probably . . . . never . . care. . . . . .

"Last stop!" a hoarse voice cracked my sleeping body into a dazed young woman. Dang I slept through almost the whole train ride? I never knew how much of a sound sleeper I could be! I wiped drool off the side of my mouth with a hint of red on my face as I looked at all the people lining up to leave the train.

Taking my stuff from under me, I quickly got out of my seat and was swarmed by nearly thirty bodies as we exited from out of the train. Hopping onto the platform, the chill ran up my spine and I clutched my thin jacket closer to my torso, hoping to steal any warm it could provide. It seemed like millions of people rushing passed me, bumping into my shoulders and grunting their apologizes. I felt so small with the grimaces of old men glaring at everything and the cries of children being hushed by embarrassed mothers. I had no one to find solace in, and this made me feel sad. Who will know where I am or who will I talk to? The smells of coal and bodies jumbled inside my skull, mixing into my blood, creating a toxic poison causing my brain to grow dizzy. Colors swerved into one another as if I were either on an acid trip or living inside a kaleidoscope. More heavy bodies jerk themselves into my frail being and the cries of passing children echoed violently inside my dome-like skull, causing my brain to vibrate.

Oxygen, I need to breathe!

Next thing I knew I was sprinting across the platform as if an angry mob were right behind or I had just missed an imaginary train, heading straight home. I really want to fly home! God take me home please! The wind grew bitter and my knees buckled under me, causing me to crash, face first, into filthy pavement in front of a tall, black-cladded woman, looking straight down at me, a giant hat creating a black halo around her pleasant face. She had a heart-shaped face with over-sized, dark-rimmed shades (even though winter is right around the bloody corner!) covering her eyes (not that her bangs wouldn't do that if her glasses weren't in the way). Her bright red lips curled into a smile as she tossed back her ebony locks with a black leather, gloved hand. The midnight woman wore black dress pants with pointed toe high heels (which looked deadly if you threw them at someone in the right spots). She donned on a black trench coat and tied it together (literally) with a black wool scarf. Her smile grew wider as she began to speak with a rich, low voice.

"Hi," her voice was so mesmerizing that my head swelled like that of a balloon with too much air being blown into it. "You must be Tenten? I'm Sunako Hayakawa, and I will be taking you to-

Before she could even finish whatever it was she was trying to say, the remains of my early breakfast decided to pay a rushed visit to the dirty floor I was still laying in. An orangery-yellow watery substance poured from the inside of my acidify stomach, out of my throat, and almost onto her expensive looking boots. After a good few minutes of cleaning out my entire intestines of toxins and dumping it all onto the already grimy train station platform, I was strong enough to hold myself up without falling over. She slink an arm around my shoulders and helped me off the platform, onto the parking lot, and into her sleek, black car. Handing me a couple of napkins and a plastic bag, she pointed to various spots of barf still left on my face and warned me if I needed to "let go of myself", to use the plastic bag. This was, after all, a rental and she didn't want to be paying extra because someone was sick. Buckling up, she removed her glasses for me to see the brightest and prettiest pair of violet eyes next to his. Just even thinking of him reminded me of being at home, training with him, and just having a good time with everyone in general.

"Are you OK?" her brows stitched together and her plumb mouth arched slightly into a frown. "You're not just train-sick are you?"

"Heh, 'train-sick'," I giggled silently to myself, willing any overly-emotion tears away. How would people think of me, crying like I'm a defenseless little girl. I left that village a success kunoichi and I will not let that training go to waste! Believe it! Fuck, I'm hanging out with Naruto too damn much. "Ummm no it's nothing, just a little dust in my eye."

She smiled softly as she started up the engine, purring like a sleeping cat. The lullaby soon got to me and my eyes fought to halt the drooping in and out of sleep, but by the time she started exiting out of the lot, sleep had wrapped me around it's finger.

Pink and lavender frills burned the inside of my skull and the hallow clicking of heels echoed through-out the dark halls of the recesses in my mind. Girly giggles and crystal blue eyes veiled behind doey eyelashes danced about in and out of my vision as if wanting me to lose the very fabric of my boy-like mind. Tightly curled dolls were thrown each and every way, and naturally I caught one. Looking down at her beety eyes, she blinked twice at me, causing me to drop her as if she were on fire. Soon the smashed doll began to fade and all noise had silenced. A soft nudge rippled my dark blanket of heavy sleep. The nudge came a bit harder, the relaxing atmosphere dissolving into the cold reality I'm not willing to face. A flash of bright light flooded my eye balls once I flew them open. It was only a nightmare, wasn't it? A blush warmed my flesh tenderly as I looked up at a worry-stricken Sunako.

"I'm sorry to disturb you," her voice was to a whisper even though it was just us two (well to my knowledge anyway). "I just heard you murmuring in your sleep, that it kind of worried me for a minute. Are you sure you're all right? I mean there's a restaurant where we can talk if you're in the mood to eat?"

The moment food came into context, my stomach growled right on cue. Nodding my head, she smiled and shut the side door, re-entering from the front and starting up the car again.

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"So wait," she picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth of the messy miso and looked at me with wide-eyes. "Your parents just told you yesterday that they're sick of how you dress and stuff and they shipped you off to a finishing school in the middle of nowhere to fix you? How fucked up is that?! Oh, pardon my french, but it's the truth isn't it?"

Slurping my noodles, I nodded. "But this isn't the first time they have address to me about how they feel. I mean almost every other week, it was 'Tenten when are you going to be a lady?' this and 'I'm sick of all these grass stains from my daughter and not my husband!' that. I'm so sick of how they think they can just act like such assholes and I'm gonna take their shit. Hell no! This is so retarded!"

"Man, if my parents did that to me, I'd lose my mind," she sighed and took a sip of sweet tea. "But onto a lighter topic, this boy doesn't know you love him yet, does he?"

Her eyes trailed over to mine and a smirk imprinted her face as she saw a blush begin to grow red on my high cheeks. "I didn't have a chance to at the party."

"Just relax," she turned her body towards me and smiled warmly. "Cupid will be kind to you as he has many unknowing people. He'll strike when you least expected and then, you'll be happy. But for now, you might wanna focus on an escape route outta this hellhole."

"Don't worry, I'm a ninja. I'll have a way out in no time flat!"

"I wouldn't be too sure," she took another sip and took out a 20 dollar bill from her coat pocket, placing it on the table. "This school has the best security in the area. I mean so many girls go there so of course they're gonna need a patrol to make sure nothing happens."

I swore under my breath. I don't have fucking time for this, I mean I have to get to Kohana as soon as possible! Leaving the ramen shop with a little cloud of dismay reigning above my bunned-head, following me all the way back into the car. Buckling up, I laid on my side and began to fall in and out of sleep as my food began to settle in my stomach.

The darkness of my slumber began to dematerialize as my body stirred to wake up. When I wiped off the remaining crust off the corners of my eyes, she was still driving. The sun was falling towards the horizon, but I felt like I wasted half my day without training or hanging out with my friends. Laziness isn't my style so sleeping is so such a waste of an activity to do during the day, but I guess my parents want some daughter who cooks, cleans, and obeys those stupid lady laws who sleep half their days away. Sitting up, I turned my head to face the window, watching all the pine trees disappear into barren countryside, the grass dying into a wheat color from it's usual fresh green. The clouds grew dark as if a storm were to hit in a minute or so. Facing forward, I began to throw myself into conversation with a focused Sunako.

"May I ask you a question if you don't mind?" her eyes shot up to the mirror and looked right at me. "Where are you from?"

"Tokyo," her smile was small but warm as she returned her focus onto the road.

"Wow that must have been really exciting!" the childishness in my voice made me wanna slap myself, I really gotta start acting my age.

"Not really," she stated with a sigh. "There wasn't anything that truly interested me for a while to keep me from getting into trouble."

"That's gotta suck."

"Not really, but now I live in a little city just outside Akita where me and my husband live."

"Husband? What's his name?" I leaned into the air, my face nearly touching her leather seat, wondering what kind of man she married since I knew slim to nothing about her.

"His name is Kyohei and we met in high school. You're probably the type of girl who isn't really all that interested in romance stories so I'll just stop at that," she waved her hand and laughed alittle as she began to grow silent again.

"I may not be interested in romance, but I'm curious. So please indulge me with how you two met and stuff," I adjusted myself for the story.

"Well, my aunt owned this boarding house where these four boys lived in. And like your mother, she sent me away to live there so I may become a proper lady. These were boys who girls killed themselves over so they new a thing or two about fashion and all that jazz. That stuff used to interest me, but that was before I was rejected by one of the hottest guys in the school I attended before my aunt shipped me off. After that day, I began to ignore trying to look pretty and started wearing baggy clothing, I let my bangs grow out to were they covered my entire face, and I let my fascination of slasher films and death become my life. My mother didn't care because she wanted me happy and my father never new so it didn't matter to anyone really, but my aunt. She convinced my mom into sending me into Tokyo to live with four boys to be transform into a lady.

So I go there and I see these really good-looking guys but try my best to forget they're hot and keep living my life the way I had it before coming over. They found it odd and scary that I was interested in that stuff, but I didn't care. There was this guy in particuler, Kyohei, who wouldn't stop bugging me about the way I lived my life. He had a massive attitude problem and when I told the guys why I didn't care about this stuff, he just said that thats no reason to stop . There are other guys out there so I shouldn't have changed. But of course he couldn't really understand, he was the one all the girls were after and they would never say anything to hurt his feelings, no matter how rude he was to them. So I just shrugged that off. We had many adventures together that I could fill weeks of nothing but conversation of what we did together, all 5 of us and Takenaga's girlfriend. As time passed on, so did my feelings for Kyohei, but that never stopped me from staying true to myself. When the lines were crossed, we ended up confessing and there you have it, a high school romance that survived and became something more."

"So in the end you let the guys make you into a lady?" I hope not or else I'm gonna suffer the same fate.

"Hell no!" Thank God. "But when I'm working I put on my fancy shoes and add a touch of makeup so they'll shut up. All that matters is that Kyohei loves me for who I am and so I give myself more work then needed so he'll get to see me look nice for a change. You'll meet someone like that too one day, someone who accepts you for all your faults and makes you wanna get all gussied up because you owe it them for putting up with all the shit you hand them. You don't have to be some dainty little princess to win a prince's heart, you just gotta be yourself and maybe then will you ride off into the sunset on a white stallion, well in my case it was a hearse because I always wanted to ride on one!" She ended off in a laugh and turned to the right.

Sitting back properly in my seat, I pulled up my black nap sack and unzipped it to find the picture of Team Gai. The day we took the picture was a sunny one, a picture perfect day for the event. I wore my pink Chinese sleeveless shirt that day, since mom kept bugging me about it, along with dark blue pants. My headband shined against the sun's rays on my forehead as I smiled playfully yet determinedly at the camera, my hands at my hips, ready for anything. To the left (my left your right) was Neji, an emotionless scowl imprinted on his face with his body turned alittle towards me, his fists in the pockets of his brown shorts. His hair was tied back in the usual low ponytail and his headband placed right over his curse mark. Behind me was Gai-sensai, his usual wide grin sparkled in the sunlight and his thumbs up sign oddly looked like it was going to pop right out of the picture! And on to the right of me was Lee, his grin too was sparkling and his thumbs up sign almost appeared 3-D as well. I swear why doesn't Gai adapt Lee already if he admires him that much and he trains Lee to the very limit of his being? Who knows, but they are considered family, regardless of how retarded they act for each other. I wish I could see them one more time.

"We're here," her voice was in a whisper as she began to pull up infront of a gleaming white mansion, an unaturally white float spitting water everywhere infront of the school.

The style of the school building was that of a Southern Plantation, only slimmer. It's roof was that of the Adam's Family only the black shingles seemed cleaner and pretty new. The front was supported by six Greek columns, appearing to be 100 feet tall (though the house itself may have been 75 feet at the most). White rose bushes surrounded the hips of the house, reminding me of Caesar's headgear. The dark gray stairs were wide, but too short for their own good. White wicker furniture had dispersed itself onto the wooden porch, a faded porch swing began to sway in the wind in a far corner. The front door was brown and seemed kind of old because the hinges were a bit rusty and the paint was chipping at the bottom corners. A tiny black button was to the right of the doorknob and looking over to Sunako, she nodded her head and I rang the bell. A tiny ping echoed inside as the pitter patter of heels clicked throughout the halls.

Creaking open the door, an eldery woman (and I'm talking prehistoric eldery) poked her head out, her dark brown, narrow eyes looking me over as if I were trash. Her mouth was tight, and thin, but painted a coral pink oddly. "How may I help you?" her voice was low, but it sounded as if she were born and raised by a man who lived up in the clouds with God himself.

"Yes I'm here to drop off a new student of yours Madame Dubose?" Sunako's voice was polite, but on the inside she probably wanted to slap her as hard as I want to.

"Ahhhh," unenthusiastically, she opened up the door so we may enter.

Picking up my bags, I walked into a living doll house. The floors were dark wood and shined as if freshly polished. White seemed to be a favorite color in the main room for the walls, rugs, and vases were all the same color. Pictures of Victorian girls with pink cheeks and sparkling eyes lined the hall neatly and an uneasy feeling swam in my head. The couches and chairs were leather, so dark that it appeared to be black, but in the outline of the light, it came off blue. A mantle, covered with pictures of past girls, was in the back, soot covering the bottom. On the sides of the mantle were two large windows with white linen currents blocking off what sunlight was trying to poke itself through the thick clouds.

"This is the sitting room," she led us out, turning and entering into another hallway. "That is where we go after supper to discuss things women will usually discuss over tea."

Tea? I hope it's not that nasty Earl Grey crap.

Sunako's and Madame's heels echoed throughout the wall for all of the floors were the same dark wood. The walls were course as I ran my fingers along the way, trying to avoid the headmistress's stare. I swear what a vulture! She had this aura that made me want to run away from and scream for help. Wonder who first put that stick up her ass that won't come out? Turning into another hallway, we passed a few dark brown door until we stopped at one that had a golden number on it: 83. Knocking on the door, murmurs and the smacking of bare feet against hard floors whispered glided through the door.

"Ladies," her voice grew hard and her skeleton-like fingers held a death grip on the knob of the door. "I'm coming in now."

And she did, from behind I couldn't tell if she was pissed or not, but she did nod a few times as if doing a non-vocal expection of the place. Filing out, I noticed my three roommates, they appeared to be American. At least they have good taste in music: posters of The Toadies, Slipknot, The Sex Pistols, Shiny Toy Guns, Mindless Self-Indulgence, and other awesome western bands hung on the walls. The girls didn't seem to fit into the whole "I'm going to be a Woman of Society when I grow up" ordeal. One girl had boy-short, pitch black hair and dark eyes, smoky eye makeup, a black Marilyn Manson t-shirt, black jeans and scoffed combat boots. A pair of twins were next to her, reminding me of that yin and yang type thing most twins have going on for them: the one to the far left of 'she-Manson' sported red and grey plaid carpi pants, black sneakers, a yellow ripped t-shirt of The Clash that hugged her curves (and that girl really didn't need anymore attention in that department with that shirt on if you ask me) and her dark red hair was put up into high pig tails. Her twin had the same body as her sister, but she seemed a bit more modest in her dress with a loose pink shirt of Hello Kitty with buttons of Motion City Soundtrack and All Time Low hung above her breast, bright green sweatpants hung pretty low off her waist, almost covering her electric blue flip-flopped feet (her toes had clipped nail polish on it: orange I think), her hair hanging nicely over her shoulders. Both the girls wore black, thin-framed glasses. There were four black, cast-iron beds, all bunks, with white sheets (the beds that they occupied were messy and one of them had cutesy stuff animals scattered all over).

"Girls this is your new roommate, Tenten," Madame Dubose placed a light hand on my tense shoulder and continued to speak. "Now I expect you to behave and show her what Prim Rose Academy for Girls is all about."

Apparently she sent me into the wrong room from the looks of theses girls' faces.

"Well I guess we better head off Mrs. Hayakawa," she turned on her heel and headed towards the door, waiting for Sunako with her back to all of us.

"I'm going to miss you," she whispered as she embraced me warmly. Why does it feel like yesterday all over again? Returning the hug, I whispered the same terms and wished her the best.

Watching the two women leave the room, I faced the girls, curiosity was spelled out on their foreheads with them looking me over as if I were a science experimant gone wrong. Walking over to the unoccupied bed, I tossed my stuff under and began to kick my shoes. The dark girl came up to me, a small smile imprinted on her pale face.

"Hey I'm Shane how are you?" holy shit perfect japanese spat out of her mouth.

"You know Japanese?" I was too shocked to even believe my own ears, I'm totally losing my mind.

"Yeah both our fathers," she pointed to herself and the twins who came behind her. "Work for the military and they ended up being stationed in Japan permenantly before we were born so we were taught to speak both English and Japanese."

"Damn," I smiled at them. "That must've been tough. But anyway, it's nice to meet you, I'm Tenten."

"Hi," the pink twin chirped. "I'm Sandra and this is my twin Shelbi. We're very nice to meet."

"It's nice to meet you guys too," I looked over at their posters once again. "Back where I came from, I never ment someone who was as interested in western music as I was!"

"Well we are American," laughed Shelbee. Soon everyone laughed.

"So how did you end up here?" Shane questioned, her dark eyes sparkled with wonder.

"Well you see...

After an hour of non-stop talking about my situation, I asked about them and discovered that the girls were sent here just like me, only their story was a bit different. Shane's parents are very religious and they didn't like how she fashioned herself in all black, listening to 'satanic metal music', and hanging out with 'bad people'. And when they found out she was gay, they just blew the roof. They sent her here five years ago and she doesn't expect them to want her to come home 'until she was fixed'. So far it's only made it worse and Shane's OK with that. For the twins, tragedy struck two years before when their mother died of a staph infection and their dad wasn't ever home so he just sent them to a finishing school so they could get some sort of feminine influence. Every few months he comes to visit, but it's not enough for them, they just want to get out of here and live with him.

"I'm mean," started Sandra. "We're 18 years old I think we can take care of ourselves!"

Ever since they met, they have been planning to escape this hellhole. Thank God she put me in this room!

"How can I help?" they looked at me with wide-eyes.

"What are you good at?" Shelbi stated.

"A ninja is good at everything, but I'm the master when it comes to weaponry. Too bad we won't be using any of those."

"Well, maybe we will," Shane smirked as she pulled out a floor board and picked up a rolled up poster of the school's blueprints.

"Now this is where we'll begin," she pointed at a certain spot and I followed close to her words.

So sorry it took so long! I didn't know I'd write so much and that it would take so much brainpower to squeeze these ideas out! Well hope you enjoy and please, please, please review!!