The picture is my idea of how Naomi will look when she inevitably accepts that ninja life (we'll get there one day...hopefully.) And everything on the character is intentional and perfect. That's all I'll hint towards for now. Enjoy Lovelies (though this is a really shitty chapter. I haven't even read it over yet, yikes. I'm terrible, I know.)
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"I hate you."
A pout was irremovable from my lips for the time being as I sat next to Shikaku, just as bruised and battered as he was. I wouldn't dare to admit it but I think I may have been tearing up a bit.
I looked up at the man beside me with somewhat of an accusing glare.
"She'll love you' you said. 'You guys are similar'. Similar my ass! I wouldn't hurt a new guest!" I said harshly, paying no mind to Yoshino who was currently sporting a sheepish smile.
The spiky haired man sighed and ran a hand through his hair, wincing slightly when he came upon a particularly blue bump.
"I thought that you'd vibe well since you're both so violent."
"Well we don't!" I crossed my arms and scowled at the woman. She looked torn between hitting me again and being apologetic.
If she laid another hand on me, I swear I will snap each and every one of her fingers.
'Mama, don't harm the wife.' Ura, the ever voice of reason sounded as he laid in my lap. "If you really look at her, she resembles Ka-'
"Shut up, she doesn't." I muttered, appalled he'd even compare this woman to her.
Yoshino and the boy, Shikamaru, no longer looked alarmed at my mumbling to apparently no one. The stupid pineapple had explained Ura to them in a dumbed down way since I had refused to speak to his rude wife.
For another hour, I stayed up with his family, eventually giving in to Yoshino's apologies as keeping grudges was exhausting.
I was escorted to a room on the second floor of their compound and promptly closed the door behind me, throwing my bag onto the ground and collapsing onto the futon laid out. Ura nestled himself on top of my stomach despite my somewhat annoyed protests and quickly went back to sleep.
I can't really blame him though. He had been running in this form for days just to finally meet with me again. Sighing, I rubbed the top of his head and stopped trying to move him off me.
"You're a good little panda Ura..." I said lowly while staring out the window to my right. If he was still awake, he didn't answer and I began thinking of them once again.
It was silent for a long while as everyone retreated to their respective rooms to sleep the rest of the night away. I was humming a tune to myself to cure my boredom as sleep just wasn't happening for me when footsteps paused in front of my door, hesitantly knocking on the dark wood.
Blinking, I immediately realized that the person there wasn't Shikaku.
As if that man knew how to knock.
Ha!
"Come in?" My voice sounded somewhat questioning. My confusion only grew as the son, Shikamaru, walked in with a board tucked into the crook of his left underarm. I shifted the sleeping Ura from my stomach onto the futon and sat up on my knees to face the boy.
