Prologue: "Why Be Anything Else When You Can Be A Ninja?!"
Our story begins with three young girls that dream of being a ninja. But, one thing is stopping them. Their families. They want them to fallow in the family businesses each of them have. Will they stay to please their family or will they fallow their dreams?
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Meet Rokiko Shima. Despite living is a hidden ninja village, he family is a well known and respected construction workers. The men in the family is at the very least. As for the women, they are all house wives. Rokiko is a eccentric rebellious soul. She does not want to live such a shut in life.
"What the hell do you mean I can't take the exam?!" Rokiko Shima shrieked. She had never been so angry in her life. Even after the time her older brother switched her black hair dye for bleach. Rokiko balled her hands into fists to restrain herself from the urge to hit her mother. “Language, dear.” The poor woman was completely oblivious to the rage boiling to a dangerous level in her daughter. Mrs. Shima happily washed dishes in her emasculate kitchen. The sight sickened Rokiko. She had to get out of there. Rokiko counted to ten in her head then slowly let out a sigh. She unclenched her fists and looked square at her mothers pleasant face. “Mom, you don't get it. This is want I dream of. This is what's meant for me out there. Please, let me take the entrance exams.” It took a bit of control to keep her voice level.
“But dear,” her mother turned to her with that sickening happy face plastered on her face,”your place is here with me doing the house hold chores.” Rokiko groaned loudly and ran her hands through her white, red tipped hair. Pulling a few strands. Her mom was such a Stanford Wife she just wanted to slap some sense into her. “Oh, I wish you wouldn't ruin your hair like that.” Mrs. Shima tried to brush Rokiko's bangs out of her face but she waved her mother's hand away. Irritated, Rokiko groaned again. “Mom, I told you, I'm not changing it back.” Her mother shook her head sadly then handed a basket full of dirty clothes to her. “Take these and wash them please.” It always amazed Rokiko that her mother could always find a pile of dirty clothes to make her wash.
With a humph, Rokiko went to the wash room. She hatted going there. There wasn't even a washing machine. No matter how much she asked, her parents would not get a washing machine. “Hey there little sis! How's it hanging, mind doing me a favor?” Just what I need. Rokiko thought. “No, Go away.” The one person she hated more than anyone, her brother popped out of nowhere. He dumped a even bigger basket full of dirty underwear and socks into her arms. “Are you ******** kidding me?!” She dropped the laundry onto the floor. And quickly covered her nose from the stench the radiated from the clothes.
Pedden tsked his little sister, “Now, that's not the proper language for a proper lady, now is it?” He mocked her. “Up yours.” Rokiko spat at him, “You can do your own damned laundry.”
“Moi? Do chores? I don't think so, that's your job.” Rokiko flipped him off as she walked into the laundry room.
“Damn laundry, damn Pedden, damn life...” Rokiko Shima damned everyting she could think of as she roughly srcapped clothes on the grate.
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Our story begins with three young girls that dream of being a ninja. But, one thing is stopping them. Their families. They want them to fallow in the family businesses each of them have. Will they stay to please their family or will they fallow their dreams?
***
Meet Rokiko Shima. Despite living is a hidden ninja village, he family is a well known and respected construction workers. The men in the family is at the very least. As for the women, they are all house wives. Rokiko is a eccentric rebellious soul. She does not want to live such a shut in life.
"What the hell do you mean I can't take the exam?!" Rokiko Shima shrieked. She had never been so angry in her life. Even after the time her older brother switched her black hair dye for bleach. Rokiko balled her hands into fists to restrain herself from the urge to hit her mother. “Language, dear.” The poor woman was completely oblivious to the rage boiling to a dangerous level in her daughter. Mrs. Shima happily washed dishes in her emasculate kitchen. The sight sickened Rokiko. She had to get out of there. Rokiko counted to ten in her head then slowly let out a sigh. She unclenched her fists and looked square at her mothers pleasant face. “Mom, you don't get it. This is want I dream of. This is what's meant for me out there. Please, let me take the entrance exams.” It took a bit of control to keep her voice level.
“But dear,” her mother turned to her with that sickening happy face plastered on her face,”your place is here with me doing the house hold chores.” Rokiko groaned loudly and ran her hands through her white, red tipped hair. Pulling a few strands. Her mom was such a Stanford Wife she just wanted to slap some sense into her. “Oh, I wish you wouldn't ruin your hair like that.” Mrs. Shima tried to brush Rokiko's bangs out of her face but she waved her mother's hand away. Irritated, Rokiko groaned again. “Mom, I told you, I'm not changing it back.” Her mother shook her head sadly then handed a basket full of dirty clothes to her. “Take these and wash them please.” It always amazed Rokiko that her mother could always find a pile of dirty clothes to make her wash.
With a humph, Rokiko went to the wash room. She hatted going there. There wasn't even a washing machine. No matter how much she asked, her parents would not get a washing machine. “Hey there little sis! How's it hanging, mind doing me a favor?” Just what I need. Rokiko thought. “No, Go away.” The one person she hated more than anyone, her brother popped out of nowhere. He dumped a even bigger basket full of dirty underwear and socks into her arms. “Are you ******** kidding me?!” She dropped the laundry onto the floor. And quickly covered her nose from the stench the radiated from the clothes.
Pedden tsked his little sister, “Now, that's not the proper language for a proper lady, now is it?” He mocked her. “Up yours.” Rokiko spat at him, “You can do your own damned laundry.”
“Moi? Do chores? I don't think so, that's your job.” Rokiko flipped him off as she walked into the laundry room.
“Damn laundry, damn Pedden, damn life...” Rokiko Shima damned everyting she could think of as she roughly srcapped clothes on the grate.
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