Anbu Princess

Chapter 7-Puppet

"All of the monsters in my head were created by people who thought they could make me a porcelain doll marionette of their own design."

― Jennifer Megan Varnadore

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Even though it would have been an absolute delight for them to remember this interaction it would inversely cause unwanted headaches. Not to mention the migraine that would garner from the likes of Danzo were to find out.

With a small dejected sigh I released my aura to the point where they stop shaking. Better for them to forget now than later. The with a soft command, "Look at me."

In return they both snapped there heads up like marionettes. While lacing chakra into my voice I looked into both of the men's eyes, once I saw that their eyes were fully glazed over I started whispering commands for the two of them.

"You both will not remember what happen from the Hokage offering the alternative mission to the end of my words here and now."

The moment I was done I pulled back my aura and locked it back in it's cage. With that I looked like my regular stoic self, dull impassive eyes replaced the once glorious inferno of emerald flames in my eyes.

Taking a graceful step forward. In one swoop I grabbed the three scrolls than proceeded in tucking them under my left arm and stepped back to where I once began before the two Shinobi before me could blink.

"Hai Hokage-sama." Than proceeded with a respectful bow of my head before I was once swallowed into the swift embrace of darkness.

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I reappeared on a roof top across from the Interrogration Building, but before I could continue on my 'mission' I was forced to stop and blink several times do to once again being blinded by Kohana's seemly ever shining sun.

For the life of me I wonder why I had the unfortunate luck to be born in such a disgustingly sunny and happy place. Whether it's fake happy or not doesn't change the fact that Kohona is just to peaceful for my blood.

Defiantly not suited for Shinobi's that's for certain, but who cares what little ol'me thinks. A Genin that hasn't even one mission under her belt. What would she know about the grand scheme of things compared to those that have experience and are in power.

Well I would say a lot do to our Hokage  decisions are basically dicated by the non- Shinobi trained village elders. Elders in which hate Shinobi's until they need saving.

What would I know?

I swear that when I'm satisfied with my skills and such I'm moving to The Land of Snow. There at least be more in my natural comfortable habitat.

Snow and the cold go well with darkness. So well in fact I have an affinity for ice justus, which of course paired beautifully with my other affinity lightning.

All of these thoughts ran throughout my head in the time it took my eyes to adjust to the abnormally bright light in which even Suna can't compare to in brightness.

Taking a slow relaxing breath I cleared my mind of those thoughts. It wouln't do to fantasise about turning rogue when going into a place where they interrogate people for such things.

I could probably get out quite easily, but at this stage of my career I don't want to be forced to leave earlier than I planned just because I got careless.

A careless Shinobi is a dead one. No matter the skill level, and I defiantly don't plan to die for such idiotic reason.

With the traitor-ish thoughts banished to the farthest cracks in my mind I lept down onto the sidewalk. I proceeded to stride forward across the street.

Unconsciously wafting through the annoyingly loud and exuberant pedestrians like a dancer going through the motions of a elaborate dance with unseeing eyes.

Gliding up the steps of the rather bleak looking building, disappearing through the front entrance with unfounded grace when many others tend to lose their composure.

Not that the girl knew that of coarse. Thinking that the glances of the higher ranked ninja was just a normal scanning glance.

Not realising that they were looking at her with intrigue. Intrigue that someone so young could be as comfortable as her in a place like this.

Not just comfortable though, the ones that saw her come inside noted with great interest that she actually grew relaxed as she entered.

It's like she just came home from a long exhausting mission.

That in it's self started the path of the Shinobi there to try to get closer to the mysterious raven haired enigma.