05 • W(b)itch
In all my years, this has to be the saddest shit ever. The man doesn't know what he's doing. A complete noob. You don't just tell your reasons for torture, especially not repeatedly. I get it! I'm blamed for mother's death! Enough with your whining!
My eye twitches as I stare at Kizashi. He just won't shut the fuck up. I look down to the rope that binds me to the pole sticking out the wall. The knots aren't that complicated, I can get out of them in less than five minutes. I would too, if you know, Kizashi will leave me alone.
Looking up I realize that he's still whining. I think he's retelling the story of the first time mother almost died. Yeah, apparently the two were ninjas but turned civilian for my sake? It's confusing and I really don't give a fuck. As far as I'm concerned, mother is dead and this fucker will die by my hands. Nice and simple.
I tug at the ropes while watching the man in front of me. He has an empty glass bottle in one hand, and a hammer in the other. The asshole, unfortunately, isn't a noob when it comes to actually torturing someone. Why'd the man have to be a retired ninja? Fuck, is he even retired? What is his occupation? Stupid basement with a lack of clocks and information.
With a final tug, the knots come loose. Slowly, I slide them off my wrists. Now, how the hell to do the ones around my legs? Oh, wait, I don't. Because Kizashi decided that now was a good time to finish whining. What a bitch.
"What are you doing Sakura-Chan?" He asks sweetly, making me look up in disgust.
"The fuck does it look like I'm doing? Finally going blind?" I snap.
Well, I think vaguely, nice to know we established our feelings for each other.
He glares at me, shifting the hammer in his hand. My back straightens, ready for the hit and pain. Then he does the stupidest shit and fucking shatters the bottle with the hammer. What the fuck?
"Oi, you finally lose it? The hell you doing?" I shout at him. But he just fucking smiles up at me. I fucking swear, grown and ugly-ass men should not be allowed to smile — it shouldn't even be legal!
"Now, we don't use words like that. Do I have to clean your mouth with soap again?" A smirk adorns his ugly ass face.
"Why the fuck not? Sure as hell tastes better than the shit you call food," I say with a wave of my hand.
He glares before presenting me with a smile. It doesn't look right honestly. It's all demented. Maybe a hit from the hammer can fix his face? Sure is a worth a try. "Which reminds me," he says casually like he wasn't just about to knock my brains out with that hammer. "Lunch is soon. And I have my first mission after being gone for so long—"
"So you aren't some old croon begging on the streets. Well, sure fooled me," I interrupt with fake wonder and awe.
"But I can't just leave my little princess all alone," he cries out dramatically and creepily while ignoring me. I fucking hate all the stupid nicknames he has. Not only are they stupid, but their gross as fuck, and demeaning.
"Princess? Bitch, you fucking didn't. I'm a goddamn warrior!" I yell out. How dare he compare me to a pink and prissy and bratty princess (except Disney Princesses because they fucking did what they wanted)!?
He claps his hands together. His eyebrow is twitching slightly but with pure willpower, he ignores me. "So I'll be handing you over—"
"Oh? I'm an item to just be passed around now?"
"—to a good old friend of mine!" He finishes loudly, his smile stretching.
"Keep doing that weird shit with your face, hopefully it'll rip your face in half and you can bleed to death as I stomp on your spilled brains," I comment before I complain, "I knew you were old! I ain't staying with some hag!"
He snarls and begins throwing the broke glass pieces at me.
What fun! Some dodging practice!
How can anyone be so fucking optimistic?
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I sneer while looking at the orphanage. Just as I remembered: smells like shit, old and ugly as fuck. It's a serious safety hazard. Good thing all these kids are going to be ninjas. They get unusual early training by just living here.
The head matron opens the door, noticing Kizashi first then me dangling from his grip. She looks between the two of us warily before composing her expression. "Yes? Can I help you?" She asks in a clipped tone.
Kizashi smiles (and I shudder) at her, "I have a mission today and didn't want to leave my little princess all alone. I was hoping she could stay here for the time?"
Her eyes narrow, her entire fucking body language changes. Now she stands protectively in the doorway — no wait, she looks to be standing as if an argument is about to break out. Which is fucking weird. Why would she argue about someone leaving their child here as they're away— oh. Oh.
Some bastards did this before and never came the fuck back.
"I'm afraid we don't-" she begins before Kizashi rudely interrupts.
"Please, there's no one else available to watch her. I promise I'll be back to pick her up. And I don't go back on my promises, right Sakura-Chan?" He asks me, smiling brightly.
"Fuck off," I reply. "And I thought I was being dropped off at some 'old friend's' place? This is the goddamn orphanage! And this lady sure as hell doesn't know you."
The woman naturally flinches, but only with her eyes which is really weird actually. How does someone flinch with their fucking eyes? I don't know but this lady can. Or, it's just her eyes flickering between Kizashi and I really fast since the ass instantly tightened his hold on the back of my jacket, almost choking me.
"I promise to be back to pick her up, now I really must be going," Kizashi plows through as if I was a mute and drops me from almost six feet off the ground, onto the creaky wooden stairs. He leaves, literally (what? I find it funny! Oh shut up), before the women could object.
"Even if he does come back, can I just stay here and be an orphan?" I ask tiredly while pushing past her. No way I was staying outside in the cold — Land of Fire my ass! As soon as it hits October, it's suddenly the Land of Freezing Winds and in November (as in right now because I checked the date and the basement has no insulation) it's the Land of Rain. In December it'll probably turn into the Land of Snow for fucks sake.
She sputters, quickly closing the door and following after me. "Young lady, you can't just decide to become an orphan! You have more than these children, and you want to give it away?!" She asks in disbelief.
I stop and turn to look at her. "Listen, you don't know my life. You have no right, absolutely none to criticize me and my choice of wanting to be an orphan. So just shut the fuck up. Now, I'm going to make myself a sandwich."
I turn my back to her as I try to find the equivalent of a kitchen here. It soon got crowded as I walked in the halls. Multiple children were running in and out of rooms, at least until they spotted me and stopped to stare.
I ignore them and look for the seemingly oldest child here. I find a boy with boring brown hair and eyes, around the age ten to twelve. I walk up to him.
"Where's the kitchen?" I ask bluntly.
He looks confused but states out slowly, "We're not allowed in there."
Okay but did I fucking ask that? Why must children be stupid? "I just want to know that way I won't go in there accidentally," I reason and he smiles, buying my shit excuse.
Great! Now, to make me some actual food.
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The head matron stared down at me angrily. I glared back at her. "You are banned from the kitchen and every other room," she bites out.
"What? You can't just fucking ban me! What the fuck?!" I exclaim. This bitch!
"Watch your language! And you almost burned down the whole building! You don't need the stove to make a sandwich!" She yells outraged.
I look behind me at the scorched room. It's not that bad. She's over reacting. "Yeah I do! Not my fault you don't have a toaster!" I can spot the other children peering around the corner at the commotion.
Her nostrils flare and with a stiff finger, points to the door. Well, fine then! I'll just be a homeless child from now on! Better than Kizashi's and better than this shit hole! I'll just steal for my food. Not like I haven't done it before.
I walk towards the door and open it, without looking back I lift my middle finger at the hag. "Bye bitch!" And promptly slam the door behind me.
I jump down the steps and walk off the property. Best to hurry and leave before the witch realizes what just happened. I run down the street, not really caring where I was going. I also used this to test my speed and stamina. Both could use a lot of work. A basement isn't really the best place the train. Or live in. It's always so fucking dark and smells of mold and let's not forget the mice and spiders. If I didn't live thirty years in practically sewers and dark places, I would have been seriously disgusted.
At least the mice are nice. And no this isn't some Cinderella shit where I have the help of all sorts of creatures. Though, I have noticed that the small critters in this world are a lot smarter than what I remember. They seem to understand human speech at least.
The spiders are different though. Mean little shits. Always crawling on my arms and legs. Staring at me as if waiting for something. Then they go ahead and fucking bite me! The fuck I ever do to you!?
Let's not even start on cockroaches! Those flying fuckers. I hate cockroaches. Always trying to steal my food and they land in my fucking hair. So fucking rude.
And fuck, I'm going mad if I'm criticizing insects and rodents on their manners.
A shrill shriek makes me look up ready to attack or run. Only to see that I've somehow walked towards the park. Where children run free, screaming their heads off, holding wooden weapons while chasing after each other. Such violence was never encouraged from where I'm from. Is that why Pinky became so weak? Wasn't she bullied because of her fucking forehead? Honestly, have the insults just downgraded while physical violence upgraded here?
Ah, wait...I'm Pinky now. Am I going to get bullied? And from what I remember it was only verbal bullying. I'd turn that shit straight to fucking fight (you know, because bite is better than bark? Or some shit like that).
Maybe my fighting tendencies just built up over the years that once I got a chance to actually punch someone, I couldn't resist. It's the only explanation I got for what the hell happened next.
I was just looking for a nice spot to sit and possibly sleep. Then I heard pained grunts, laughter, and mocking voices. I had just found a perfect spot too! The noises were disturbing what little peace I found. So, naturally, I get up to see what the fuck is going on and if they can take it somewhere else.
I didn't expect to see little blonde getting beat on. I didn't expect him to be outnumbered, three to one. I didn't expect him to be crying while curled in a fatal position.
"Oh fuck no," I hiss in English.
So, really, can you blame me for picking up the biggest rock that fits my hand and chucking it at the oldest kid? Or for smiling when he let out a pained cry?
I quickly ran over and stood protectively in front of little blonde. The three boys — and fuck!, they're just boys — look at me and outright fucking laugh. Yeah, I know I have a soft spot for kids but I'm currently a child myself and have never had a problem fighting people my age.
"Pick on someone your own size!" I yell at them while cringing inside because, really? How cliche and cheesy can I get?
I cross my arms over chest while putting my weight on my back leg. I look over them and add, "Of course I'm pretty sure there isn't anyone your size. What? Need to get your clothes specially tailored just to fit you?"
The three stop laughing as they try to figure out my insult. It's honestly no fun if they don't understand the insult right away. Thankfully, it didn't take long. I could tell by how their faces went red and they tried to glare at me. It'd be cute if they weren't such brats.
"And what about you! You're just some pipsqueak! With ugly pink hair! And- and your forehead is weird!" The boy to my left yells while pointing a finger at me. I was just complaining about Pinky's bullying and now it's happening? The fuck?
"Is that really all you have to say? And didn't your mother teach you not to insult a lady? Oh, wait, no she didn't. Want to know why?" I ask rhetorically. "Because she's a bitch. That's why."
They gasp. Like, they just fucking gasp. The one to my right (let's call him Joe) starts pointing at me dramatically. "You said a bad word!"
What. The. Literal. Fuck.
They're not even paying attention to how I called their mother a bitch.
"I'm going to tell your mom!" The one in the middle (Bob) yells, in what I'm assuming is, threatening.
"Wow. Your mother really didn't teach you shit, did she? Don't you know you're not supposed to insult the dead?" I respond boredly.
They look at me confused. Why are kids so slow? "My mom is dead, stupid. But, if you still want to tell her, I can take you to her gravestone." Now they just look shocked.
The boy to my left (Billy) begins sputtering and stuttering as he points out, "Well, you don't know our mom! You can't just call her...a bad word!" So someone was paying attention.
"Yeah I do," I answer and point over to my right at a woman sitting on a bench watching us. Really, it couldn't have been more obvious. "She's right there." I turn my body to face her and cup my hands around my mouth for added volume as I yell, "Fuck you too, bitch!" I proceed to double-flick her off. I can see her gasp from here.
Apparently, Bob had enough. He charged right at me with a badly executed punch. I dodged and sidestepped to get more room. The other two followed his example. Dodging Billy's punch, I step closer and hook my ankle with the boy's outstretched leg. A simple pull and he's eating dirt. I step on his back while looking at the other two boys.
"You gonna run back crying to your mommy now?" I ask getting annoyed. I just wanted some peace to sleep and these little brats just had to go and ruin it.
"Hey! Don't step on him like that!" The oldest, Bob, of the bunch yells at me.
"Oh? I could always step on him with both feet if you want?" I ask with a raised eyebrow. Bob goes in for a tackle. I just move out the way and he lands on Billy. They both grunt in pain as I move towards the youngest of the three, Joe. He doesn't move because he looks scared actually and damnit!, I don't like scaring kids but these three are brats.
I outstretch my hand to him. He looks confused but nonetheless takes my hand as if we were about to greet each other. I pull on his hand and twist around, bringing his arm over my shoulder. I crouch and pull the kid over my shoulder. He lands on Billy and Bob.
I sigh, "Alright now scram and run back to your bitch of a mother."
Billy was the first to get up (which is surprising since he was at the bottom) and glare at me. I glare right back and he flinches. Picking up his brothers, they run back to their mother who's now glaring at me. I flick her off again.
Right, now. The whole reason I even confronted those three. I turn around looking for little blonde. He was sitting by a tree, openly gaping at me. I walk over and once I'm five feet away he seems to snap back to reality because he flinches.
Sighing, I stop where I am and sit down. "You okay?" I ask softly. Wouldn't want to startle the poor boy. He looks up at the sound of my voice. From here, I can already see all his bruises. Any cuts he had, healed it seemed. That's because of Foxy right?
"W-why.." He begins but stops, still watching me. I wait for him to finish. "Why...did ya' help?" He asks hesitantly.
"Why would I not? I saw a child get beat up, I couldn't just stand off to the side. Now, your hurt. We need to get your injuries looked at," I say while tilting my head to get a better look at him. He's nothing like the bright boy I remember from before. He's just a scared and sad little boy. The hell is wrong with this place?
I stand up slowly and lean down with my hands outstretched to him. He stares for a long time, which makes my legs cramp up and my arms twitch from the strain of holding them up. I can see him swallow before slowly reaching out and taking my hands. Finally, I was about to just drop my arms and pick him up myself. I pull him off the ground.
"The right thing to do is take you to the medics, but I don't like hospitals. What about you?" I ask him as I pull his arm close to my face to see how bad the bruises are. Really, hospitals might someday save my life but I can do without going there for every injury. The medics are either scary as fuck or just downright disgusting — and now I realize I just might be stereotypical. Which isn't surprising, I've never actually been admitted to a hospital. They were just another way for the police to find you. You either had your own medic or you just fucking die. When blonde doesn't answer, I look up. He's staring me. Just, like...staring. I know I've lived in a basement, but surely I can't look that bad.
"I..don't like 'em," he answers after a moment. I nod to show I understood and heard. I take his hand in mine as I look around. I don't know anyone that can heal...mainly because I don't know anyone period. And I can't just waltz into some clan and demand they heal the poor boy. Though, maybe I can take him to Hiruzen? He likes the boy right? Naruto called him grandpa a lot from what I remember.
There was a rumble making me pause. I look down at my stomach. Then I look at Naruto. He's blushing a bright red in embarrassment. So it wasn't me. But this boy obviously needs food. How could I not notice how small and skinny he is?
"First food then we can heal your bruises," I tell him as I begin walking out the park, pulling him along with me. And well, if I was more focused on what we were going to eat than the fact Naruto wouldn't look away from our hands, can you blame me? I haven't had real food in like...fucking forever!
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I realized, not long after we started looking for food, that I was broke. I literally had no money on me what so fucking ever. And that the nice mice I was talking about earlier, had somehow ended up in my jacket pockets.
I stared at the two mice in my hands. Naruto was next to me, looking at the mice weirdly. We were currently in an alleyway, away from the busy streets.
"When the fu-," I cough when I realize there's a child next to me. "When the hell did you two get in my clothes? Why are you in my clothes?" I was confused before realizing, I'm talking to mice. My devil, I've gone mad.
Whatever now wasn't really the time for that. We still need food and I'm broke and I so very much doubt Naruto has any cash on him. Stealing it is then. I crouch down and place the mice down. I look at them and they look at me. I can't believe I'm doing this. This is literally my life now.
"Alright. Here's the plan," I say out loud and Naruto crouches down next to me confused. "I'm going to go get us some food. Okay?" He nods but looks uncertain. I pick up the mice and look them over. As I suspected. I place down one mouse and hold the other. "I'm going to take this guy with me. You can watch over his wife as we're gone. Can you do that? Can you watch Minnie?" Oh kill me now and throw me the deepest pit of hell.
Now Naruto is looking at me really weirdly. But fuck! I need him to stay here as I go and steal us some food. I stare at Naruto until he nods and hesitantly picks up the other mouse. I nod to him and pat his shoulder, "I'll be back then." The poor boy. What a day he had. Got beat up, got saved, now he has to deal with my crazy shit.
I get up and head to towards the entry of the alleyway. Looking down I say, "I need you to make a distraction as I snatch us some food. Can you do that Mickey?" Fuck my life. What the fuck am I even doing?
I place Mickey down and he scurries off as I walk around looking for a stall to steal from. Luckily, we're in the market. So there's a bunch of stalls with just fresh fruit and shit. I feel like Aladdin from that one princess movie. Instead of a monkey as a sidekick, I have a mouse.
Moving the fuck on because I seriously can't believe I just talked to mice. Fucking mice. I even fucking named them!
Then I hear a yell. Looking over, I see an old man with a broom. Then I see Mickey. That fucking mouse. Looking around, everyone is rather distracted. And I'm next to a fruit stand. Again...that fucking mouse.
I smirk as I place two apples in my pockets. I grab two bananas and tuck them in my hood. Looking around, I steal two oranges. I quickly get the fuck out because I can see Mickey making a run for it. Looking over, I give that fucking mouse a thumbs up.
Ducking into a different alleyway, I take off my jacket and lay my steals out on it. I tie my jacket around the food, making sure none will fall out and then tie the jacket around my waist. Overall, pretty successful.
I casually walk out the alleyway and stroll my way through the crowd. I pass the angry shopkeepers as the continue looking for Mickey. I'm pretty sure Mickey booked it back to Minnie. So they should all be back in the alleyway.
And they are, thankfully. I smirk as I place down my jacket and unfold it to reveal the fruit. There are six items, two of each. I take one of each and Naruto gets the other three. Mickey and Minnie look at me with those beady little eyes of theirs.
"Alright fine. Here. You get my banana," I say and hand it over to the two of them. I look over at Naruto who's staring at the food and then he's staring at me.
"Yeah? You gonna eat?" I ask after a while.
He swallows and nods, "Ya...came back."
Breathe in. Breathe out. You can't kill the civilians in the village Anna. You can't (not yet at least). You're only like four years old. You pose no threat. It's useless (doesn't mean I won't fucking try!).
"I said I would yeah?" I ask instead. He nods before smiling. And that's when I realized why this boy was so different from what I remember. He wasn't smiling before.
"Great! Now, eat so we can go see this old man."
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"Where...we going?" Naruto asks me as we stand in front of the doors of the large red tower. I'm pretty sure this is the Hokage tower. Pretty sure.
"We are going to go see an old perverted man," I explain while lightly kicking the door with my foot. I miss my leg strength from before. I used to be able to kick down fucking metal doors! And I doubt — no matter how many lunges and wall-squats I do — that I'll ever regain that strength (let's ignore that fact that I'm under the age of five).
"What?" Naruto asks behind me confused. I don't explain any further as I slam my foot fucking through the wooden door. Fuck, if I can do that shit, I'm sure I can knock down some wooden door. Fuck yeah!
I ignore Naruto's squeak and the voices coming inside the building as I pull my leg out. With a satisfied smirk, I pull open the door, dragging Naruto in with me. Inside are a bunch of people, mostly ninjas. It's quiet as they all stare at us, making Naruto squirm and hide behind me before they stare at my leg. Which, now realizing, is covered in splinters and is slightly bleeding.
I shrug, "Sorry. Thought it was a push door, not a pull." I received dry looks in reply.
"You...kicked it though," a young man, whose name I don't know, meaning he's unimportant, states out confused.
"No," I snort at his stupidity. "I pushed it with my foot." I sigh while shaking my head. I don't have time for this shit.
"I'm looking for an old perverted man that smokes," I calmly state with a blank face as I stare at them. Most people blinked, looking confused and bewildered. No one speaks for a very long time.
Ugh! These slow fuckers! Don't they know they're wasting precious time right now?
I snap my fingers and glare, getting impatient, "Don't tell me you're all deaf. Someone point me to the old fu-," I cough, looking back at Naruto who's too distracted hiding to hear what I almost said.
Wait...didn't blonde hear me cuss out those bratty boys (and their bitch mother) earlier? Why the fuck do I care if he hears me curse?
Clearing my throat, I start over. "Someone just point me to where I can find the old fucking coot! He wears this weird ass red hat? And robes too as if he's going to sleep."
Well. Didn't that get their attention.
"You mean the Hokage?" A soft looking woman asks me. With just a glance I know she's anything but soft. The bitch is tense and her eyes aren't exactly on me. I move until her eyes are on me.
"Did I fucking ask what you shits call him? No. So shut the fuck up," I respond dryly ignoring her offended expression. I glare at everyone as I grab Naruto's hand and head for the stairs.
"You're all fucking useless," I call over my shoulder while lifting my free hand to flick them all off. Absolutely useless, I swear. If they couldn't catch a falling baby, why did I expect them to even give directions to some civilian child (both fucking times being me)?
We were only half way up the stairs when some lady yells out, "You can't just walk up there! Besides, the Hokage is in a meeting with someone!"
"Just fucking watch me, bitch!" I yell back at her. Why would I give a fuck if the old guy is in some meeting? Naruto (and I are) is much more important.
I huff in annoyance once we reach the top. For what fucking reason does one need this many rooms?
I look at Naruto, who flinches slightly once we make eye contact as a blush steadily crawls up his neck. I furrow my brows in confusion. I didn't scare the kid this early on, did I? And don't tell me he's hungry again! I get he has a big appetite but one can only carry so many stolen goods! Especially if that one is under fucking five!
"Looks like we'll need to just kick down every door in this hall and the next till we find that old man," I sigh. "You with me?" I ask the more than likely scared blonde boy. He nods almost timidly. Almost. I think he's slowly, slowly, getting used to me. Maybe. Who the fuck knows?
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"GUESS WHO MOTHERFUCKER!" I scream while kicking down the door with all of my almost-but-not-actually four-year-old might. Naruto and I have checked and kicked down every single fucking door in this godforsaken building. Including the bathroom stalls — well, I did those, didn't want to scar Naruto so soon.
We left no door un-kicked-down. And this was the last fucking door. If this wasn't the Hiruzen's office, I was fully prepared to just jump out the nearest fucking window and die. The only good thing about this was that I perfected kicking down wooden doors. More than once did my leg just go through the door. More than once did I ignore the blood and odd looks. Because I don't have time for anyone's shit. I've just kicked down more than fucking thirty doors on more than two floors. Again, what the fuck is the use of all those rooms!?
I glare into the room, fucking daring the gods to let it not be the office.
In return, I got an unimpressed lift of the eyebrow with an amused twinkle of the eye from the man I'm looking for and a pale looking witch.
"Fucking finally!" I scream out, lowering my leg down. I glare at Hiruzen because fuck, this was his building making it his fault. "Do you know how close I was to jumping out a window and just committing suicide in general? Just what the fuck do you need all those rooms for!?"
The witch, aka the Head Matron of the orphanage, gasps before glaring at me. "Watch your language young lady! This is the Hokage you're speaking too!" Then she turns and bows to the old man. "I am deeply sorry for her behavior! Please forgive her—"
"Forgive me? Excuse me?" I cut her off incredulous. "If I wanted forgiveness than I would've apologized. But no. I don't want or need this man's forgiveness," even if he's practically the dictator of this village and can just kill me, "because fuck that shit. I'm here for a different reason than fucking forgiveness for kicking down all his doors."
"You did what!?" She screams at me. Really. This witch was getting annoying. Can all she do is scream? And who fucking screams when your right in front of the fucking leader. These dumbasses.
"Why the hell are you here anyway?" I ask instead because seriously, I just left the orphanage and there wasn't any reason for her to leave and bother the old coot.
There was a cough from said old coot. We all look towards him. The witch begins blushing in embarrassment as I roll my eyes. Ignoring the witch's blabbering, I look behind me at Naruto. He's looking at the Hokage in a mix of awe and disbelief. I snort while looking back at the old man. If I didn't know several old men (from before of course, I just left the house today) that could still pack a damn good punch, I'd be in disbelief as well. I mean, really. Why would you leave some old guy as the leader? So what if he's ruled (is that even the right fucking word? Makes he seem like a King) for like over thirty years now! He's old!
I finally tune back into whatever the hell the pale woman was blabbering on about. Then I quickly glared up at her. This bitch! She's giving a report on the little blonde in her orphanage — the little blonde still hiding behind me. And she's so obviously lying! Aren't ninja trained to pick out lies? What does she hope to do lying to the top fucking ninja in the entire fucking village?
Offended on Naruto's and Hiruzen's behalf, I stalk up to the woman and kicked her in the shin like I would a door. And though wooden, doors aren't that easy to break or kick down. So, no, I'm not surprised if I broke something in her leg. Bitch deserves it. I am surprised, however, that she fell. Like...she just fucking fell with a pained cry. Made me pause, but it didn't make me stop. Hell, even Hiruzen's surprised shout and Naruto's gasp didn't stop me.
I sneered at the woman. "You lying little witch!" Yes, I know, I could've said something better than whatever that shit was. But using such words in front of little blonde? Hell no. Besides, I still have years to corrupt the little tyke.
"You say he's 'fine'. You say he's 'well-fed'. You say he's 'well cared for'," I recite what I heard back at her. "Well," I smile sadistically because I'm ripping this bitch a new one, "You know what I say?" She only looks at me terrified. I realize in that small pause that Hiruzen is looking at me with analytical eyes. But he doesn't interrupt. "I say that he's not fine. I say that he's starved. I say that he isn't being taken care of, at all."
Then she has the fucking audacity to fucking glare back at me and whisper, "And what would a child know?"
My smile widens. "So glad you asked," I chirp like the child I currently am, "What I know is this: a fine, well-fed, and well cared for child wouldn't be in the park by themselves while taking a beating from three children older than him."
"What I know is that you're lying just to continue cashing in the funds sent to your little shithole," I lean in and take a whiff. I knew wearing that much perfume was suspicious. If she was trying to pick up some guys, she'd be forever alone. Who'd go near a woman smelling like a perfume shop where everything broke?
"No matter how much perfume you spray yourself with, you can't get rid of the smell of alcohol," I say with fake sympathy. "A shame, really. I'm sure you could have been a pretty little thing," I say in a whisper while patting her cheek. "No wonder you're still in the orphanage."
She stares at me with wide eyes. And in a hoarse whisper, she still tries to defend herself. "You can't prove that."
I lean back and raise an eyebrow at her, unimpressed. "Oh? Can't I?" I ask while looking over my shoulder and smiling softly to Naruto. He looks confused and a little scared. I kinda feel bad now. Maybe I should've just tripped the woman? I look back down at her. Nah.
She was pale than ever now. And when the sound of a cough rang through the room, I'm sure she was as pale as a ghost. Not that I've seen one. But I'd like to imagine that's how pale they are.
I turn my back to her and walk casually back towards the little blonde. He looks at me warily but I only smile and lift my head up to pat his head. He flinches and I ignore it. I ruffle his hair, leaving my hand there as I stare at the ceiling. I could feel Hiruzen's eyes on me but more specifically, on Naruto — almost as if he just realized the boy was there. Which wouldn't be surprising. I was practically hiding the boy.
I sigh, still ignoring the terrified woman on the floor, and look to Naruto with a smile. "And this is the old perverted man that smokes. The one we've been looking for," I state while motioning towards Hiruzen. He coughed when I said 'perverted'. He just outed himself out. Ha!
Naruto looks at Hiruzen again and stares before turning to me. Right. The whole reason I brought him here. Looking at the old man, I grab Naruto's hand and pull him along with me as I walk towards Hiruzen's desk.
"Alright old man," I say once we've walked around the desk and are standing next to the man, "you have ointment for bruises?" His eyes glide to look at me. He's been staring at Naruto the entire time. I'm stuck in a staring contest with him for a minute before he nods slowly.
"Yes, I do. Do you need some?" He asks, already reaching into the desk drawer on his top right.
I wave him off when he offers the container to me. "Not me you stupid old man. Little blonde here needs it," I say shrugging towards Naruto. Said boy looks up timidly. Ugh. Can he just...hurry and be the bright blonde already? Bright blonde might be loud and reckless but he isn't so sad looking. Just goes to show how messed up this place is.
Hiruzen glances at Naruto once more but his gaze stays on me. I just raise an eyebrow at him. He's wasting time and I don't fucking appreciate that. I tilt my head towards the little blonde that's still somewhat hiding. "Well?" I drawl. I honestly don't get why he's looking at me. I mean, Naruto is the son of the late Fourth Hokage. I'm just the civilian baby that screamed at said late Fourth Hokage.
He smiles and I will restate this as many times as I fucking have too — older men should not be doing that shit, at least not in my fucking presence.
"I never got your names," he redirects while holding out the ointment.
I take it from him, turning so I could see Naruto but still kept my gaze on the old man. "That's because we never gave them," I reply with an eye roll. He chuckles, watching as I opened the container and applied some ointment to myself first. Hey, might as well use some while I can. Especially on the more revealing bruises I have. And, if this stuff really does work, I can ask the old guy where he got it from. Then I can steal myself a supply.
I watch as the bruise on my forearm stops stinging with dull pain. Huh. The stuff never did this from before. Then again, before there were no fucking ninja with superpowers. I shrug internally while handing it off to Naruto.
"All yours now little blonde," I say, ignoring Hiruzen's raised eyebrow. If he didn't want us to keep it, then he wouldn't have given it to us in the first place. Honestly, didn't his parents teach him that sharing is just another way to be robbed?
"Works like a charm," I assure the blonde, "but don't use all of it okay?"
I notice while helping and teaching Naruto how to put on the ointment, that the witch was just now getting off the floor. How slow can one be? I'm sure it's been like, over three minutes now. She's been shaking like a leaf! Still pale as well. With me distracting Naruto, I suppose Hiruzen thought now was a good time to address the witch.
I ignored whatever was calmly and quietly stated. The old coot seems to have it handled, so I just continued distracting Naruto. I turned back around once I saw the bitch was about to leave. I smile oh so fucking cheerily at her before she can close the door. And, well, if my smile stretches some more at her flinch, can I be blamed?
Little blonde was just closing the small container when the old man turned back to us. He smiled and I scowled. Why must I restate this so fucking soon! Older people should not fucking smile!
"Now, why don't you two introduce yourselves?" He asks kindly.
"And why don't we not? Why don't we just leave?" I retort dryly. Man, now I'm tired. And I haven't had a proper fucking meal either! I ended up giving up my apple to Naruto in the end, and those two mice had their share of my orange! After I gave them my banana too! Those fucking mice.
Little blonde tugs on my shirt before stepping up. I sigh. So now the kid wants to be a little brave? Whatever. I look around the office while Naruto introduces himself. I ignore their small talk to stare at the paintings on the wall. Just as they showed in the show, there were the paintings of Hokages. Even big blonde was there. Just as I remembered him to look like before I screamed at him.
I'm brought out of my thoughts by someone taping my shoulder. Looking over, I realize it's Naruto. The two are staring at me. Well, more like blonde is. Hiruzen is looking at the Minato picture I was staring at.
"Yeah?"
"And you're name?" The old man asks while looking at me suspiciously. Well, fuck. I help out a kid and now I'm being interrogated! If I didn't have enough experience from doing the same thing from before, I'd be pissed and screwed.
"What about my name?" I ask with a raised brow. If this guy wants to fucking interrogate me, then fucking fine! Doesn't mean I'll make it any easier for him!
He narrows his eyes at me. I just lean on my back leg with my hands on my hip. "Your attitude isn't really appreciated," he stated calmly, most likely keeping in mind that I'm just a child and Naruto is still in the room.
I snort at the man. Bull fucking shit. "Your sleeping robes aren't really appreciated either, old man. But do I go ahead and ruin your dreams of wearing pajamas to work? Fuck no but shit, now I might as well."
"Language young lady," he says with a stern undertone.
"You sure as hell didn't say shit when I ripped that bitch back there a new one. Why the fuck does it matter now?" I retort back. I don't give a shit what title or power that man holds, if he really wanted to know my name, he'd have some of his ninjas figure it the fuck out. Besides, doesn't he know Kizashi? His own fucking ninja? Either fucking way! This guy should already know my name! Kakashi made sure to state who I was during the Kyuubi Attack.
So, no. I'm not giving my name to someone who should already know what it is and has numerous ways of figuring it out. Call me stubborn but honestly? Was no one taught to never give your name to strangers? Third Hokage or not, he's still a perverted old man, he's still a stranger. Sure, I can talk to any stranger I fucking want. But I don't just go about giving them my fucking name!
I'm three, sue me. I have to use my child charms while I still can. Besides, I doubt my attitude would be tolerated for so long as I get older. Might as well diss out as much disrespect as I can.
Plus, this will give Kizashi a bad reputation as a parent. Fuck yeah! The bright side!
Then there's fucking knock and I look outside to see it's already dark some fucking how.
As Naruto stays behind the desk, I look over once Hiruzen calls the person in. I can't help the scowl and glare that cross my face.
"Well fucking shit," I speak out before anyone else could, getting all eyes on me. "And here I was just praying that you died a vicious, grotesque death." The gods really hate me. I actually prayed for once in my fucking life and they go ahead and ignore the fuck out of me! They're the fuckers that put me here in the first place!
I hate my life. I hate the gods. I just fucking hate everything.
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In all honesty, there was just a little more to this chapter but I realized how long this chapter already was and decided to save the little more for the next chapter.
Longest chapter I'll possibly write for this story. Possibly.
Hoped you enjoyed!