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Darkness slowly turned to light, A process that would continue repeating itself until the light won out. What was this process. This process was a curse to many because after sleep your supposed to feel relaxed and energized. Sadly this never seemed to be true. When the blond hair'd female first allowed the light to creep into her vision the sensation of burning hit her eyes. Well not burning but everyone knows how it feels when you first open your eyes after what should have been a re-energizing sleep. Pulling the fluffly blankets off her body the female shinobi would slide her leg's from the bed and allow them to slowly touch the floor.

A yawn so loud you would think the T-rex's had come back from the dead would erupt around the small house like creation that her mother and herself currently lived in. It was a rather small house but it was livable, You see the place they lived in used to be an old compound for Kirigakure's military but sometime ago when Arisa was only a toddler a man had appeared to her and her mother. This man had informed them of the place that had come to be known as Jokigakure. It was a dangerous place to travel but the man had led them here and protected them. Sure life was hard but it was picking up slowly but surely. You could see the changes that had been made over the years. Another dinosaur noise was made as the female's mouth was opened in another yawn once more.

Today...today was a special day, Arisa had become a fully fledged shinobi, Sure the academy here was well...it was'nt really an academy at all. But Arisa had shown her potential and even though she had no official headbands, this female was ready to show everyone what this compound raised ninja is made off. Her hand's moved to the table to pick up the hair brush that would soon be forcing its way through the mess of hair that after twenty minutes of brushing would be sorted into two short pigtails that would hang behind the female's shoulder's.

Her fluffy night gown would flow behind her as she mustered up the strength to pull herself from the bed, her feet taking her sliggishly to the wardrobe which kept all her clothing. Keeping to true anime fashion she had hundreds of clothes yet only one outfit. All these skirts tops and coats gloves and shoes all ended up making her every day wear. What was this? Well Maka after removing her night gown and placing her bra and underwear on [no im not describing this part ya pervs] she would cover her pants with the short tartan skirt that was more red than anything, the white shirt would follow buttoning it up fully and tucking it into her skirt. I swear she's not a snob or anything ok. So her ensemble would be almost complete, what would follow next would be her shoes. Her white trainers would cover he feet yet not halt chakra flow allowing her to still stick to stuff. Now her favorite piece of clothing, her trench coat. This trench coat was so comfortable stylish and did'nt get in the way of fighting THE PERFECT GARMENT for any young kunoichi. This coat would flow and stop just inches from her ankles so that if she were to jump back she would not be caught on her garment, the white gloves would top of this beautiful clothing choice.

Appearance:

Now dressed Arisa's throat would catch. It did this all the time, Her memory sparking to the day that her father had been pronounced dead. Every morning was the same, she remembered. Most people would be over it by now but Arisa's father had been her life. She adored her mother but she was truly a daddies girl. Considering today she took a big step in following his footsteps it made it more emotional. Her hand's wrapped around the photo that she looks at every morning. A smile upon her face as her eyes began to tear up. Within the photo was Arisa as a child tiny within her dad's strong hands. Arisa was wearing her yellow t-shirt and her pink overall like pants with her pink beads holding her signature pony tail. Her father and his long red hair made him look so handsome while he was a rather muscular man his eyes crystal blue showed his gentleness.

daddy and me:

Her heart felt like it was breaking in two once more, Her body lurched forward slightly as she was forced to place the picture back onto the desk for fear of dropping it. Many would see this as stupidity still crying after your father had been murdered years ago. But it was'nt just the death. After his death Arisa's village had been destroyed and her mother had to take the child she so loved and run. This left her entire house defencless. Almost everything was destroyed. All that Arisa had was this picture to remind her of her fathers face. The tears had won her body had fought back there urges and failed.

Crying over daddy:

Her hand came up to wipe the snots coming from her nose. [classy lady] Before shaking her body herself giving her face a little slap knocking back her senses. She was a ninja now, her father would hate her tears for him. He would want her to be strong. So thats what she would do. You see the photo was the only thing she had off his with his picture. But not the only thing handed down to her. Arisa would open the case next to her wardrobe to reveal her friend Moon light. Moon light was her fathers first scythe and now it had been passed on to her. The clip on moonlight clipped on to the strap that she had been given allowing i to be strapped on her back. The strap also allowed the lower blade to be covered as to not damage anything when she moved with it.

Her shinobi weaponry had arrived today and she was going to pick up her basic items from the small store located near what she gathered was a Terumi strong hold thingymabopjigger. Then after getting her weaponry she would have to go to the thrift store. So her scythe upon her back her hair done and clothing on she was ready. Her tears wiped away and Arisa's smile wins again,thump thump thump you would hear this as she moved down the stairs. When she wanted to be she could be as silent as a mouse but here? she was like an elephant in a china shop. Yes an elephant not a bull caus an elephant would be bigger making more noise. Jumping down the last step a familiar voice would ring.

"Arisa darling i have your stuff" her mums voice would say before seeing the blond hair'd beauty herself. Her mum had Arisa's breakfast in her hand and Arisa not realising how hungry she actually was scoffed the bloody lot down. Still her mouth full she would speak. "My stuff?" Yeah i picked up your starter kit while i was at the shops" Arisa would lunge at her mother arms wrapped around at her thoughtful mum. Running through to the other room Arisa would be so happy and place all her weaponry in there allocated slots. Another hug and kiss for her mother and Arisa was out the door.

The girl still needed thread. Thankfully the thrift store was very close to her. This compound was her home, But it would have been so much nicer to not be the only ninja here. It took her so long to get recognized as a village and even longer to have someone come out and teach her from an academy. But she had done it. As she entered the thrift store Jacob the worker there would greet her with a smile. You see this compound was used by a few people who had been abandoned or lost. It was hard to find this place because the blizzard kept it hidden while inside was nice and warm. Not many people knew of its beauty. A smile and a blether between friends Jacob would smile as he knew what Arisa was in for. A large roll of elastic string like thread would be handed to her. 200 meter's worth of the stuff. Arisa would jingle in her pockets her 1500 ryo sitting nicely before Jacob the mute [he couldnt speak so there convo was all sign language] told her that it was on the house. Who wouldnt kiss the man for that quickly she would tie 20 meter's of this thread to 10 of her shuriken.

Leaving the thrift store Arisa would smile softly. Her smile wide Arisa would begin taking her daily walk around the vacinty. To be honest she did'nt want to go home yet but the thing about a remote place were no one can find is that its usually boring as hell. So Arisa would go to the place she loved most. Running as fast as she could her feet left the ground showing her nimble form off as she landed upon the rooftop for a second before zigzagging from roof to roof. Yes being a ninja was great.

OMG!! she thought. Arisa had taken her short cut and after pulling herself up from the side of the wall Arisa's eyes located the 5 people whom she was sure she had never seen before. On top of these five people there was also the puppet that one dude was floating on. Ninja....she would think to herself. Another had a dog. The dog would have gave her away she was sure if it were a ninken hell even if not it would give her away. So 5 ninja against one.......Well ninja were to protect what they believed in. The female's hand would reach behind her and her scythe would rapidly spin upwards above her hands before sliding across the ground causing sparks which would be a problem had these people probably already not know she was there. The scythe would bounce up and rest upon the lenght of her arm. The second blade at the end away from her body thus causing no damage to herself.

defense stance:

This was her first time seeing proper ninja in this place. Sure her instructor had visited but that was it and he was well....lets just say he was'nt that promising. But she had to make sure.....she had to make sure that they wouldnt kill anyone or hurt her mum....she wouldnt let anyone hurt her mother. Her strength resolved yet her body continued to shake softly not to much but enough that those who paid attention would see the nerves trying to claim her. "Who....Who are you....and...and why have you come....WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOME" She would shout at the top of her voice her eyes jilting from body to body. What was going to happen.....was she going to die.

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This belongs in the Writing and Fan Fics forums, since it's a story, if I'm not mistaken. Wish I could help further but anyway, waffle.

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Actually it belongs in the free discussion area, It is a thread to show off peoples fave roleplay posts not create a story around said posts or rp it out, It allows peopel to put there best rp posts that they feel they have done and get feed back and tips if they ask for it. If not it is simply to show off work that they are proud off as a general discussion ^^

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