Constantine. <Dead Ninja Sequel> (Oh Hold)

Chapter Five

I got home just before dark and Deidara was the first to approach me.

“Where in Kami’s name where you?!” he yelled and I smirked, crossing my arms.

“I enrolled myself in the Ninja Academy and I got some candy. Then I found out that Shikamaru-kun won’t be home until Monday.” I almost laughed at his surprised reaction. Then he tackled me, and when I hit the ground I groaned loudly.

“My Tiny-chan is going to be a ninja! Oh! Can I train you?” he asked and he rolled off of me.

“No, Hidan is.” I grinned and from somewhere in the living room Hidan screamed a ‘No!’, I sighed. “Besides, I got Mom and Dad to train me.” He pouted and I groaned. “Fine! You can teach me how to be girly.” Hidan and I started laughing while Deidara glared at me.

“I am not girly!” he insisted and I raised an eye brow.

“Have you seen your hair lately?” I mused and he sweat dropped.

“I just like having long hair!” he argued and I smirked.

“Long blonde hair that’s tied in a ponytail… reminds me of a certain somebody… maybe Ino?” I giggled and stood up after remembering I was still on the floor. “Deidara sweep the floor, it’s dirty.” I ordered and he frowned.

“But Sasori just swept the floor an hour ago!” he said and flailed his arms in the air.

“But I see specks of dust everywhere on the ground, and I was just on it making my germs on the floor. Maybe you should also mop it.” I pretended to think about it. “Oh yeah, you defiantly got to mop it.” I smirked when he sighed defeated.

“Fine…” he mumbled and I walked upstairs to my room, but nor before drinking a little sip of blood. I haven’t drunk any in… three days! I felt seriously fine! Maybe that’s the human in me. I don’t absolutely need blood, but I did need some sort of food, for instance, my candy.

I changed into my pajamas and hopped in bed. Tomorrow I was going to the Ninja Academy, at age one month and twenty- seven days. At the pace I was going, I would look fourteen tomorrow. Tsu-sama has been keeping track and she said that every 3.428 days I grow a year older- so practically every three and a half days. I hope I stop aging when I look seventeen or eighteen, but that doesn’t always work out for me.

Sometime while thinking about that, I dozed off into an endless dream.

I woke up at about six in the morning. I had school in two hours. I took a towel and marched to my shower, turning it onto warm. I stripped and got in, letting the water soak into my pale skin. I smothered my raspberry shampoo and conditioner then stepped out into the steamy air. I securely wrapped my towel around me and went back into my bedroom.

I looked in my closet, for something good to wear as my everyday ninja outfit. My clothes were getting the slightest bit tight on me, so I came up with a solution to my problems. I glanced at my clock. I still had an hour and a half. I threw on a pair of sweat pants and a grey wife beater and ran downstairs with a pocketful of money.

“Going to the store, be back in probably an hour, see you later Sasori!” I told Sasori and he nodded. He was always so easy-going, and it was awesome that he didn’t sleep and the other two bakas slept in. I went to the clothing store that was in the center of Konoha.

I started searching racks and racks, trying to piece an outfit together when I finally found the perfect thing. Black skinny jeans that end right above black ninja sandals. A tight long sleeved black shirt that ended right below my bra (which was now hitting a D… holy crap!) and over that a sleeveless open white jacket that ended right below my bum. The jacket was custom made and had two layers that looked like one, the inside being as hard as steel armor but as light as cotton. It also had a few pockets for kunai and shuriken so I didn’t have to wear a weapons pouch. The hems of the jacket were metallic silver.