Uchiha Satsuki was not a happy camper.
Ever. She hated camping.
But that was beside the point. The problem here was that she'd had interrupted sleep, a short sleep, and now she felt bad because she distinctly remembered punching Naruko just because Naruko was being annoying. She should've tossed Naruko across the room and out a window instead. Indeed. No, maybe not. That was bad. Yeah. It was a bad punishment for something like waking her up too early. Not enough.
Particularly considering that Satsuki didn't sleep much longer after that, as her body refused to relax, her mind running a mile a minute as she decided she had to get ready for training.
It was halfway through discovering there wasn't, in fact, breakfast already prepared on her kitchen that she realized today was a day in which she was not supposed to train. While she doubted the logic of it, she had to concede that Maito Gai probably knew more about training than she did, and that his advice to not overtax her body and have regular rest and relaxation to deal with the accumulated stress probably had some merit to it.
She still wanted to do some exercise, but he'd forced her to promise to only do a few light warm up exercises in the morning and rest the rest of the day. It'd been worse than pulling teeth, but Satsuki had been forced to agree not to train today.
Which meant a boring day was ahead of her. She yawned and looked at where her clothes were laid on a chair for her today. While Satsuki would've liked to wear one of her many semi-identical training outfits, Naruko had left a note, telling her they were ALL in the wash at once, apparently having been accumulated due to a lack of time in between training and missions to do the actual laundry. Satsuki cursed Kakashi's fondness for watching his team go insane from D Rank induced stress. Still, without her clothes for her to wear, Satsuki was forced to instead use Naruko's clothes instead.
Unlike her, the blonde had plenty of those. Most went unworn, Naruko had pretty clear tastes for everyday wear, but she always said she bought them for the occasion that she'd need them.
Whyever she'd need a maid outfit, however, was outside Satsuki's understanding to fathom. Then again, Naruko seemed to be on a pirate kick, lately, being dressed up using the trophies she'd taken from her first real mission, so what did she know? Besides, imagining Naruko wearing a few of the outfits and costumes she'd bought was a frequent pastime of Satsuki's.
Which she was doing even now, before she shook her head and slapped her cheeks, ridding herself of the mental images.
The outfit Naruko had laid out for her consisted of short white shorts and a blue shirt. Sound familiar? It was. Because it was the same outfit Satsuki wore, only much more brief in size, not only because Naruko was shorter and thinner than Satsuki, but also because of the simple fact that Naruko's clothes were skimpy at best.
Deciding that she might as well do it, Satsuki frowned when she was finally done dressing herself. If anything, she'd say that she looked like she was wearing a slutty cosplay of herself. It wasn't that nice a feeling, but she was going to be lazy today anyway, so she was only wearing clothes as a formality anyway. She looked at the other end of her room from her bed, where she saw a large bookshelf, holding most of what she had rescued from her father's library. Advanced tomes on Shinobi tactics, skills and techniques.
She picked up one that she had found particularly interesting, Mind, Body and Technique, and began to read it from page 115, from where she had left off. It was an interesting book, she mused, but it was too bad it had been written by the most hated figure in the world to her clan, one Senju Tobirama. Say what you will about the policies he'd enacted, and her father had quite a few things to say, but the man was a ninja genius, and the infrastructure he'd created for Konoha had been the skeleton for what would become the most economically successful city in the Land of Fire.
To be an avenger… Uchiha Satsuki was not above reading the works of her clan's sworn enemy.
Anything would be worth it, just to see that bastard squirming under her, begging forgiveness.
As she sat on her bed to read, however, Satsuki was broken out of her sinister thoughts as she wondered where Naruko might be. She was usually trying to force feed Satsuki her breakfast, by this point, or being annoying and trying to drag Satsuki somewhere.
Well, it was better this way, anyway. Naruko would probably arrive in time to have lunch, and well before Satsuki grew bored with the book she was reading.
***
Naruko was having a good time, a complete turn about from how her day had gone so far.
Deciding to make her outing a bit more epic, she'd decided she wouldn't just walk on the ground like normal people did. No, instead, she would skip, or only walk in certain tiles on the floor, avoid stepping on cracks, walk backwards, on her hands, or a variety of other things to spice up the simple act of walking. All in all, she was having quite a bit of fun with the childish, somewhat idiotic game she was playing with herself. Right now, however, she was finishing the song she'd been singing before, and so she decided to jump on a nearby rail, one that separated the paved road from a restaurant that was tempting her with the promise of food to fill her empty belly.
Naturally, Naruko wasn't using chakra to remain balanced on top of it. She was terrible at Chakra Control, and while she could tree walk in a pinch, she wasn't sure she could cling to the rail without damaging it, so she instead decided to just hold her balance the old fashioned way.
"Wasureta Ichiwa no—" she managed to get out, before she was filled with the sudden and uncontrollable urge to sneeze, knocking her off her balance, and finally knocking her off the rail entirely when she did sneeze, causing her to fall on her back.
It was quite painful and it took her a few seconds to reorient herself. "You okay girly?" a passerby asked, seemingly concerned after having seen what looked like a normal girl falling in a painful way. It was a man, somewhere around his forties, with a concerned woman and a surprised looking young girl on his side, one on each side. Nondescript. Naruko barely took notice of them. It was the standard family look in Konoha.
"Aye," Naruko replied, a smile on her face as she sat up on the floor. "I've had worse falls!"
"Really? That looked painful…" the girl asked, clearly curious.
"Eheh, it's okay, I'm a ninja! I'm super tough!" Naruko remarked, nearly bolting to her feet as if to show she was perfectly okay.
"You're really a ninja? But you're clumsy," the girl asked.
"Ruri!" the woman scolded.
Naruko laughed a little and scratched the back of her neck. "Anyway, sorry to worry you, but gotta go!" she said, turning around and continuing on her merry way, skipping once more as she walked, humming the start of another song to herself.
"Was she really a shinobi?" the little girl asked her parents.
Her mother shook her head. "I don't know."
"I think she wasn't. She was probably just playing. She wasn't wearing a forehead protector, like most shinobi do, so she's probably just playing, like I said," the father said, before shrugging. "Anyway, I want ice cream."