Ghosts of the Past

Training

Authors's note:

Hey guys! Just wanna tell you that I can only update during Fridays and depends too! But no worries! I'll make sure it'll be more than one chapter since I started doing my stories in my tablet and I got the whole story planned out. Enjoy the chap!

Midori's POV

I woke up to the dim light emanating from the small lamp of my borrowed room. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and yawned sleepily. I tried to sit down and examine my surroundings. Nothing of interest. I thought lazily. I looked at the clock on the other end of the room squinting my eyes to try to see through the dark.

4:30 am. Too early yet, . With a sigh, I laid back down on my bed and entered the happy world of sleep.

I dreamt that I'm standing in the middle of a training ground. The sight of it alone makes me shiver with anticipation and makes me want to kick in and train and stretch my bones. Ah. It's been ages since I last trained properly. Lack of proper training can really make a shinobi rusty. Hmm. Training sounds good. Training. Training. Training.

Then my eyes snapped open as I remembered.

Today is the day that Konan said we're going to go training!.

I stood up immediately and threw my blanket aside.

What time is it again? I bonked my head with my palm trying to remember.

Ah! 7:30! I glanced up at the watch to look at the time. With shock and barely believing what I saw, I finally registered the numbers. 7:25. 7:25 7:25

7:25!

I looked at the watch in horror.

Crap! 5 minutes!

I rushed to the bathroom and I didn't even bother to turn on the shower or even remove my clothes, I just used a simple water jutsu to heavily drench me with water and a basic fire technique to dry my clothes and hair. I hurried back to my room and swung the closet door open to look for a brush. Crap crap crap crap! I thought panickedly.

I frantically searched for a brush, but, to no avail. I mentally groaned and wore my ninja shoes and grabbed my scratched Hitai-ate on the bedside table.

I tied my Hitai-ate at my waist and scrambled to the very super small dining area and opened the fridge, grabbed, and devoured a stale toast in record time.

After that, I continued my I spy: Comb!

Not too long after, I found a fork lying innocently on the table.

I sighed. Oh well, it can't be helped. I grabbed the fork and ran it through my frizzy hair. I smiled at my clever solution, I brushed my hair smoothly, I pulled the fork but it won't come off. I tugged again, it won't budge. I tried again, harder this time, but it still won't come off.

Unfortunately it got stuck. And what was worse is that I can already sense Konan's chakra outside my door.

"Midori, it's me. Open up." Konan said which is followed by a soft knock. I desperately tried to yank the fork out of my hair.

"Just a second!" I shrieked. I leaned on the wall and tugged the fork away from my hair.

I heard another knock."Is there something wrong?" Konan asked seemingly suspicious already.

"No! Nothing's wrong. I'm just," I gave another violent tug which, thankfully, managed to get the fork off. But because of my lack of luck, I yanked a whole lot of hair from my scalp as well.