Everyone Has A Dark Side [NejixOC]

Shizune

"Lady Makoto," A voice asked from the doorway.

"It's just Makoto!" I growled, breaking the pen in my hand. I looked up from the paperwork, ink covered my right hand and small droplets dribbled on the paper. It was Tsunade's right hand man, Shizune. "Sorry. What do you want?"

Shizune smiled, entering to stand in front of the desk. "I'm here to help." She paused, looking me over slowly. "Have you taken a break?" I shook my head. "Eaten anything?" I shook my head again. "Makoto. I am going to get you something to eat and you're going to take the time to eat it." She gave me one last harsh look before walking back out the door. I sat there, the ink still slowly dripping out from my hand. I groaned, standing and making my way to the adjoining washroom. I stared in the mirror as I let the water spill over my hands. It was obvious that I had not left the office in days. My hair was turning onto the greasier side, my makeup was completely worn off and my clothes were sitting haphazardly. I gripped my bustier and smelled my top – yuck. I should go home tonight and at least shower and change. I finished scrubbing my hands and returned to my desk, working away on the ever growing stack of files. I swear, even more appeared in the short five minutes I was gone. I sat down and opened the newest file, it was an order request I had filled out three days ago that was already completed and ready to be picked up. I immediately assigned Tenten, the only thing that I remembered about her from her file was that she was a weapons expert and could store them in scrolls for easy transport. "You should assign her with Neji – they work well together."

I jumped out of my chair and fell in a pile on the floor. "Shizune! Oh dear god." We stayed frozen, staring at each other for a few moments.

She burst out laughing as I stood, dusting off my butt. "I brought you a steamed pork bowl from Ichiraku Ramen."

I sat back down in my chair, opening the large take away bowl. It looked good. "Is this from the place Naruto won't shut up about?" I asked, cracking open the chopsticks.

"You're going to go home at eight. You need to actually sleep." Shizune said, looking over the files I had already done.

"Eight?" I asked, noodles halfway in my mouth, a file open in my other hand that I had begun to read.

She nodded firmly. I had never gone since I had moved into my office. "You're jumpy. How long have you gone without sleep?"

I pondered for a moment, "what day is it?"

"The sixth." She replied, crossing her arms, looking at me, ready to sold.

"The third." I said slowly, Unsure if that even was the correct answer. I had been working so long and hard that everything was blurring together. I finished slurping down the rest of my ramen, damn was I hungry.

Shizune calmly took the file from my hand and set it down. "Go home. Sleep. I'll go through all these files and categorize them according to importance for you tomorrow. Get at least eight hours sleep – I don't want to see you without it." She slowly led me out of my seat and to the door, shutting it tight behind me so I could not get in. I sighed, pacing on the spot for a moment before I caved and began to walk back to my new home. I hated how big it was.

Inari had come to my office not long after Temari and Shikamaru had left the other day. He said there was something I needed to see and pulled me out of my office and across a few streets where a few more elaborate buildings had been erected. He had a hand with designing and building my new home.

I walked up to my white door, unlocking it slowly. I stepped into the alcove and took off my ninja sandals with the two-inch heel, not even bothering to bend down. I padded down the small entry way and turned to the left around the insert wall to the living room on the other side. Sonya and Takao had seen to it that it was furnished before I was even shown the house. I entered my bedroom, second door on the left, and instantly began to strip out of my bustier. I unpacked the weapons from the compartments in my pants and sat on my large queen bed to unravel the bandages that were wrapped over my ankles, calves, and forearms. I stripped out of my pants, black spandex mini-shorts, and thong. Ripped my socks off and slipped my chakrams off until I stood naked in the middle of my room. I looked myself over in the full length mirror. The black seal on my chest stood out against my pale skin. My most noticeable scar, the one on my right side could not be seen from the front. My legs and arms were decorated in small scars, thin and long or small and round. Each was a testament to my harsh training and missions. I sighed as my hand brushed the seal. I wonder what my parents would say if they were still alive.