• Kunoichi Syndrome : Origins
    Chapter 1
    Encounter
    I’m not your average teenage girl in high school. It’s not like I wish to be an average teenage girl in high school. Then again, it’s a side effect of Kunoichi Syndrome. Kunoichi Syndrome by definition is basically a girl who is satisfied with the ninja life and misses it while suffering from a lack of ninja interaction. To be honest, I have a severe case of Kunoichi Syndrome. It could easily kill me it I chose to go back to being an average teenage girl. To be honest, I don’t wish to be cured. I’ve learned to actually thrive with Kunoichi Syndrome. I’m only in high school; it’s also my cover as a ninja. My name is Ashley. As a high school student with an honorable reputation, I can get away with many things if I truly wanted to. Today is a day where I don’t take my options. There’s not much need to do so anyway. Schools in session. It’s 1st period. There’s a new student, he’s sitting behind my friend Cammie. He throws a paper shuriken to me. It has Japanese hiragana and katakana on it.
    Sumimasen ga, O namea wa nan desu ka? O genki desu ka? Hajimemashite, doozo yoroshiku. Watashi no namea wa Uchiha Itachi desu.
    Translation: Excuse me but, what is your name? How are you? I’m pleased to meet you for the first time. My name is Itachi Uchiha.
    I decide to respond to Itachi.
    My response: Watashi no namea wa Waoresu Ashuri desu. Doozo yoroshiku. Genki desu, anata wa?
    Translation: My name is Ashley Wallace. Nice to meet you. I’m fine, how about you?
    Right when I throw it back, my friend Cammie yells “Itachi’s hot!”
    “Shut up Cammie.” I sigh.
    “You are so crushing on Itachi aren’t you?” Cammie sneers.
    “And you had too much sugar this morning. What did you have for breakfast?” I snap.
    “Oh. 3 king-sized Resses Peanut Butter cups, 2 Monsters, 5 doughnuts, 6 boxes of pokey, a box of Hello Panda cookies, 7 small bags of Bota Bota Rice Cakes, a slice of cinnamon toast and 4 boxes of mochi.” Cammie rattles.
    “You realize you owe me a six-pack of Monster, 12 boxes of ichigo pokey, 2 boxes of Hello Panda cookies, 2 bentos and sushi packs, 3 pounds worth of mochi, 2 king-sized Resses Peanut Butter cups & 8 bags of Bota Bota Rice cakes?” I ask slyly.
    “Oops.” Cammie sighs.
    “I thought so.” I whispered.
    “Sumimasen, Ashuri-san. What did your friend say I was?” Itachi says politely.
    “Please just ignore Cammie. She had too much sugar this morning.” I say shyly.
    “Hai.(okay)” Itachi responds.
    I barely have enough time to react to Cammie’s next comment. I really don’t like attracting too much attention to myself first thing in the morning.
    “Close one Kunoichi-san, right?” Cammie sneers.
    “Shizekani(shut up) Cammie!” I snap.
    “Ashuri-san, what’s your division and rank?” Itachi asks carefully.
    “Medical Corps. Jonin.” I answer automatically.
    “What part of Medical Corps. ?” Itachi inquires.
    “Scarlet Company.” I sigh. “What about you?”
    “Anbu Black Ops. Captin.” Itachi states.
    The bell rings and everyone is saved. Yet I’m not safe from my own impulsive long hair fettish (guys hair only, I’m straight). My Algebra 2 teacher starts his lecture. 90 minutes fly by without much unnessesary disturbance. The bell rings again signifying the end of class. My ninja instincts tell me it’s time for flight. I’m so going to be in major trouble thanks to Cammie. The only way out of this mess is if Itachi is truly an Anbu Black Ops. Agent. I simply bolt to my next class and plant myself at my desk.