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♥♥♥♥ Now that all hands are tied
xxxxxxxWe're panic stricken
xxxxxxxWealth out of sight
Morning had struck, the alarm clock had rung in an abnormal screeching noise that forced anyone to ride from their slumber and continue with a sluggish, boring day. Today, that was just it a meeting with the Chuunins was far from interesting and it was a torture the little dark haired konoichi just had to face that day. 'Why so early?’ those where the ravenettes thoughts as her grey eyes scanned the dark room before slamming her hand down on the irritating alarm clock. She would end up destroying that awful thing one of these days, to wake up just one time without having to listen to it would be a dream come true. A day off would do her well, for once to finally wake up to the sounds of birds instead of possible shouts, alarms, and knocking at her door because she had decided to sleep in a little late that day. Luxuries hardly existed in the world of a Ninja, unless you where an artist, beauty could be found in anything an artist laid its eyes on no matter how rugged or destroyed the object or surroundings may be, everything was a work of art to the little painter. The minerals in the paint gave it a beautiful, pure quality that brought out the most beautiful of shades that the paint provided to the artist, it certainly allowed for further shades, adding to the creativity that swam through her mind with the various, mystical landscapes and people she so loved to paint.
Pushing her covers away from her barely covered body, the girl had arisen from her bed and stretched, cracking her stiff bones from laying in a single place for so long, her muscles had tightened her muscles and they certainly needed a good stretch that morning before she could properly function for the day. Acquiring from her bedside dresser, a new set of undergarments, black spandex shorts to go under a navy blue skirt that accompanied it and a black, turtle neck, sleeveless shirt. The attire was simple, and the only thing to accompany her outerwear was the Iwagakure headband wrapped snugly around her hips. A shower at this time as not necessary for she had taken one the night she had gone to bed, but for precautions she had given herself a small sprits of perfume and tied her hair up into a pony tail and tying her weapons pouch around her right thigh, sliding on her sandals and left the apartment to venture out into the world that awaited her.
Exiting the lower door, a cool breeze had greeted her heated body after she had exited her home, causing goose bumps to ride on her pale skin. All was still silent but a few birds that chirped to greet the morning that had finally came to visit Iwa after a long, cool evening hidden beneath the shadows of mountains. It wouldn’t warm up until at least nine, and yet her attire certainly didn’t suit the heat that the sun could hardly provide them until a little later in the morning. She couldn’t help but wonder did the birds even feel the cold air that currently nipped at her skin? Animals where the lucky of the world, fur, feathers, they knew how to keep themselves warm and yet humans hadn’t been graced with such natural forms of heat and where left, practically naked to the world with no forms of heat other then the fabrics that had later been discovered by much older generations. With that said, it was an obvious fact that humans where actually designed for migration if they lived in such a way. Treading down the silent streets in deep thought, she had lost her focus during her silent walk as she had made her way towards the great tower the Tsuchikage had currently been occupying, she snickered to herself. That cranky old man needed to retire because it was time for the younger generations to take over before power, and old age caught up to him and naive old men who no longer understood what they where doing would not serve well to the country.
"Kaida.", a deep voice called out to the partially dazed girl but had managed to attract her attention. A smiling face stood by her side and she couldn’t help but smile at him as well, those sparkling green eyes certainly made her day, Chikao was an energetic, loud mouthed boy but knew when to keep his mouth shut (luckily for him), when the time asked for it. An arm draped over her shoulder and she smiled at her friend and brushed a bit of his brown hair from his eyes, "Good morning my little dragon!", patting her head, the girl laughed and pushed his hand away, "Honestly Chikao, you need to stop calling me that...", a pout had graced his features and he had simply shook his head at her and slid his arm away from her shoulder. This seemed to happen every morning, he'd call her something she didn’t like and when she'd act against it he'd act like a child and it literally drove her up the wall. They where practically of equal age and he had the temperament of a young child, "Why should I deny you of your name? Anyway, you better hurry up and pull yourself away from your imagination because you're going to be late within a few minutes...", waving her off, the male jumped towards a nearby roof and had disappeared in a blur leaving the ravenette to sigh in mock frustration.
Why did it matter if she was going to be late? Every time they had these meetings it would always end the same way, they would just give them a report and tell them what they could have done better and how to change it and what future tactics should be used in combat and what possible new jutsu's the village could learn to further improve out defence and attack skills. She'd hear about the jutsu from someone else, especially Chikao who had a bad habit of bragging whenever he had accomplished something before anyone else had. But, he had great perseverance and that was just something that she didn’t have, she'd rather stay home and paint all day but this is what paid for the bread on her table, selling her paintings was something she had done on the side and certainly wasn’t a reliable income since from time to time she'd have gaps where she'd make no money from her paintings and fail to sell them. Coming upon the tower, she looked up at its massive structure and smiled to herself and entered through its doors, another day, another rant from a cranky old man, and sadly for herself had to obey no matter how absurd his orders may have been. If he said she had to hang upside down from a tree bare of any form of clothing she'd have no choice but to do it or face the consequences. So, she knocked on the door before entering after ascending the great stairs and closed them behind her and looked to the crowd of Ninja and Konoichi before her, she was glad she wasn’t the only one that hadn’t shown up on time...and of course Chikao wasn’t here and he had been the one telling her she'd be late...the man was a naturally born hypocrite.
Demolition, the damaged pridexxxxxxx
The price of ambitionxxxxxxx
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This was unbelievable. The emotions overwhelming, leaving her home school, for this drafty and dingy hole they call a school was simply horrific! Beauxbatons Academy of Magic's design was much more suiting for her it was terribly cold compared to the fresh Mediterranean air. How she longed to go back to France and see her magnificent castle of a school. But no, her parents just had to move out of France and rip her away from what she knew all because they believed that she would have a better 'opportunity' at succeeding this chilly, dark environment. Annette had been on the school grounds a day before the arrival of the students to understand the grounds and learn how they functioned and figure out what classes she was assigned to and where they were and she'd say she had almost the entire structure memories in the back of her head from the top of the pyres, to the darkest dungeons. Despite the chilly air, and the lack of light within almost every confinement it was a beautiful school with friendly spirits that guided her through everything. Already, she was very fond of the lovely ghosts that walked the halls of these schools. But, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow for them. For they're forever trapped within this school, never to move on to a better life, she couldn’t imagine herself living for all eternity as a non physical being, forced to wear the same thing, as well as look the same from the moment you became a spiritual being. What if she died some bloody, horrific dead she'd be forced to look that way for all eternity if her soul couldn’t rise into the heavens.
Now here she stood, at the door of the great hall, waiting patiently for it to open. Her placing would be assigned earlier then the first years...and before all the students. Was it really necessary to put her through so much unease, to have pairs of eyes, of many students and teachers staring at her expectantly, or perhaps some in dislike? She had met Dumbledore and McGonagall. She was fond of the Animagus it wasn’t often that you'd come across another at least now. She had someone to confide in. It was a gift, not destined to be abused. The ringing from the tapped glass echoed through the big wooden doors, and her breath stopped in her chest, Mme Olympe had told her before her departure to keep her head high and show superiority to the 'dingy' Hogwarts students. Despite her adoration for Haggard her dislike for the school was apparent, oh how she'd miss the wonderful old woman... "Students!” a strong voice had bellowed through the door from the great hall, "I would like you all to welcome a new student that’s joining us this year from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, today we will be doing her seating before the first years. We had been informed that she is a great witch and I expect that you all will accept her with open arms...I'm sure you wont disappoint us. Now, lets please welcome Miss Annette Yver to our school!” the door had open and dazzling emerald eyes stared shocked at the abrupt grandness displayed before her. The little red head had not expected to be called upon so early and it rattled her insides in a way she hadn’t felt possible. There was silence for an abrupt moment, but the Ravenclaw table was the first to cheer for her arrival. Hopefully, she would be placed in the house that naturally the students of Beauxbatons allied with. She had heard from her parents that Hufflepuff was the house for 'Muggles', but looking to the bright colouring she internally cringed. Could she handle being placed with a group of...sissies? So, she stepped forward, Dumbledore staring at her expectantly her ringing ears drowned out everything that was going on around her and her eyes certainly contained a blur that brought confusion to her surroundings. Being put on the spotlight certainly wasn’t for her.
Coming before a small seat, she looked up at the tall old man. He had simply nodded to her expectantly and she took in a deep breath, turning to face the students and with some complications managed to sit herself comfortably, it was hard being a measly Five feet, this chair must have easily been three inches taller then she could sit without looking odd. Her hands fell to her lap and gripped the rim of her short, charcoal coloured skirt. From here she'd seen that many of the other students wore the horrible looking thing long when she was used to skirts that came to her mid thigh. After all, the awful uniform would go to her ankles if she hadn’t shortened the blasted thing. Weight had been placed on her head and the rim of the hat had come into her view. This moment, she wasn’t looking forward to she could feel the internal contemplation happening within the ugly and old hat, a small gasp escaped the hats leathery lips, "My, my you're a rude one...", a snicker had followed the comment and a blush of minor embarrassment had adorned her pale cheeks, seemed the had enjoyed her embarrassment, "Well, what do we have here? Wise, hard headed, shy, but deep inside I since...superiority...interesting, your house shall be...Slytherin!” cheering hadn’t erupted. A muggle in a group of rich, purebloods, she herself was poor, the hat had been taken from her head and she looked to the Ravenclaw table that seemed visibly disappointed in their loss. Well, you couldn’t always get what you want in life, and she certainly didn’t.
Sliding from the chair, she looked to Dumbledore who smiled at her encouragingly, and then to McGonagall who had given a small nod to her. So, she left the front of the great hall and came to the Slytherin table, eyes stared at her in distaste, hatred, anger it hadn’t been her choice. It wasn’t her fault; some didn’t seem to even care and went on with their own thing. So, there she was sitting herself at a table with people who probably didn’t want her in their house. Not a moment after she had sat herself on the bench, the first years had entered, all in a perfectly straight line, the fear on their faces was apparent to her. Was that what she was portraying to the school? The usually strong, well centered girl displaying fear like a rat stuck in a labyrinth. From this moment, she was sure things where certainly going to get interesting.
...This sensation is like a floating dream...
