"THINK I RIPPED THE WINGS OFF OF MY FUCKING ANGEL."
A girl tortured by her past must navigate the complexities of being a human whilst dealing with the terrors that exist in the world as a ninja.
SASUKE UCHIHA
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"why do you like playing around with my narrow scope of reality" stupify, disturbed
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What the fuck?
From where she's standing, after 45 minutes of watching her blonde friend tank the test miserably, the scowl rippling across her face twitches at the sight of his limp body hanging from a thin tree.
Well, she knew it was a long shot compared to Kakashi's natural and obvious upper hand—but she at least expected more from the guy who'd claimed to have singlehandedly taken down one of his teachers. Well, maybe not single handedly, but you get the point.
After a second glance at the mangled, sobbing mess of a blonde boy who'd had his ass handed to him a number of times, a very short contemplation that had conjured in her was sorted within a manner of seconds. With a small sigh, Koharu lifts from her knees and grunts at the thick fatigue plaguing her body since having awoken from one of her many and everlasting nightmares; to then be greeted with the man she was angriest with. Thinking about it again and again only made her teeth grit, until the thoughts had circulated so much she might as well have had a hamster wheel of negative emotions in her brain.
Furthermore, any move she makes is going to be supervised by the one who looks up to her most; and those two. Sakura, whom she doesn't understand why she needs some sort of validation from, and Sasuke, who's basically the same if not for the fact that his arrogance was an immediate turn off. Anxiety of potential failure had always been her biggest enemy, and whilst the intention behind getting up in the first place is to retrieve a bell while the jonin's back is turned and be done with another useless trial—said intentions are put to pause as a wide variety of shuriken are executed swinging dangerously towards Kakashi's fat neck and smug face.
The action seizes all attention from the other two genin, as well as the hidden, and now slightly angered jonin whose eyes were the size of catastrophic planets. The man had been completely knocked from his position in a moment of vulnerability lecturing the whining Naruto, and she grit her teeth at the stolen opportunity.
Of course, the chances that Kakashi had actually fallen victim to such mediocrity was slim—but they don't even know the half of it. It isn't until his frame of distortion warps into a thick log that Naruto gasps and attempts to wriggle free from the baited trap he'd been caught. As for Koharu, moments of silent rustling and staring brushes against her baggy eye lids and pale face, hair knotted and falling completely out of place. Sure, it's childish to hate the boy for simply being amazing, but she always assumed she was better than that. Better than any chance they may have gotten in taking hits—she is supposed to be better and unpredictable. She isn't supposed to doubt herself and freeze up at the last minute.
As Koharu sighs, the bushes begin to tremble and shake as if an earthquake or something fatal is headed her direction, the breeze and panting becoming more audible over seconds of her scanning the area for any sign of Kakashi or a fat animal. Once again; standing around is for naught, as no longer than a hair's width is the Uchiha boy gasping and crunching into her forehead at the speed of an off-brand fighter jet.
