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Still quite confused about the statement just made, she walked into the household following the client to what was hopefully a living room. As she took each step she could notice that the atmosphere that surrounded the whole house. . . felt as if it were a very loving home indeed. Or was it just her instincts telling her that, she didn't know but something deep inside her felt as if this were true. But the client didn't seem like that kind of person at all, actually her character wouldn't ever be fit for this, perhaps there was someone else living with her, perhaps her opposite. The duo entered a room, as the client flung herself on the couch, to be welcomed by two oddly big dachshunds and a small little puppy one. Oh god, it was a family, she couldn't help herself but think that it was so adorable. But what was more adorable was how they were cuddling around the owner as she kept stroking them so tenderly, she was even smiling. It seemed like she was a completely different person.

Maybe it was the dogs, it seemed like the three- no four of them were a whole family, maybe she judged them wrong. Shārotto gave off a calm smile, as she lead onto the wall and placed her hand on a desk nearby. Suddenly, the client gave Shārotto the coldest of gazes, shocking her a little bit while quickly moving her hand off the desk. Wow, if looks could kill she would of been in deep trouble. Guess she wasn't kidding about the rule of touching stuff. As her countenance went from a sharp look to it's pleasant gaze at the dogs, Shārotto walked over to a comfortable chair to take an seat, it seemed that she was going to be here for a bit to hear a bit more details about the mission perhaps even hear why she is needed to walk the dogs. She seems to much of a loving owner to neglect the animals for anything, there must be another reason for her wanting to do this. She placed her hands together while muttering 'Yosh!' and begun to speak out. . .

"So mind introducing me to the three dogs and yourself perhaps?"

". . ."

"U-Um. . . Miss, can you?"

". . Kyoko."

"Eh?"

"That's my name, the boy dog is Genki, the female is Mizu and the little one is Uta."

"U- Um, right. . ."

". . . Sorry."

"Huh?"

"About your hands, they aren't sticky at all."

". . . Ooookay."

The woman didn't seem to be that hostile at all, she was rather more shy in quiet. It didn't seem like their conversation was going to get anywhere at this rate. But it did do something to Shārotto's explanation making her have even more questions about why she would even think about having a Genin take her dogs for a walk. She had to ask, after all it would probably be a answer that would motivate her she guessed.

"So, why do you want me to take your dogs on a walk, you really don't seem like the type who wouldn't want to walk their dog."

". . ."

"Um. . . Sorry for asking."

"My sister."

"Huh?"

"She's at the hospital, I need to support her, but my dogs will be sad if I leave them all alone and they'll miss their daily walks."

"Oh. . . sorry."

"It's not your problem, it's mine, nothing to be sorry about. So can you take them out for a walk, I need to go in a minute. . . I promised her."

"Ah! Yes, no problem."

With that Kyoko rose up and moved towards the desk that Shārotto placed her hand on earlier, and opened up a drawer. Out from it, she took three lead and proceeded to attaching them to her three dog's collars. Afterwards she bent down towards her three dogs and started to talk to them. "This girl is taking care of you, please don't get into too much trouble this time and stay safe." After these words were spoken, she rubbed the three dogs on the head and handed the other ends of the leaches to Shārotto. She accepted it but was somewhat worried. What did she mean by 'this time.' Well, after getting the leads she went outside of the house with the dogs to truly start her mission.

DOGGY-DOG LIFE
solo mission

A huff of air, even though Shārotto has been through a number of missions already she couldn't stop feeling rather nervous. This defiantly wasn't like her, what happened to her peppy self that always wants to enjoy herself. It couldn't be that she doubt her skills right? Her hands slammed onto her cheeks in a way to pump herself out and make her feeling of doubt disperse. She had a lot of time before the mission started, about thirty minutes before she needed to complete it. To stop herself from becoming all nervous again, she recapped the objectives of her mission within her head. All she needs to do is take the dogs of rich people for a walk, couldn't be much simpler could it? Nope it couldn't. It was pretty much stupid though. If they didn't have the time to take care of the animal, why did they even take the time to have one. She would of been much more happier being the owner of one of those doggies, after all she loves animals.

With her mind hopefully clear of unwanted feelings, she made her way to the location of the client. It seemed they lived in the noble areas of the village, it was pretty much easy to tell with all of her big houses being everywhere, then again her own house was quite big. Maybe she should get herself a pet, she would definitely have enough time to take care of it whilst training. Wonder if her parents would consider it. Well, as she was thinking of a way to get herself a pet, she arrived at the gates of her clients house. The house was big, but not as big as her house. Though the design of it was much more complicated and looked like it cost quite a lot of Ryo. It made her ponder upon the personality of this person. Probably some old guy with lots of money who is fat and lazy. Well that was her imagination working it's wonders.

Well, she was about to see for herself what this rich dog owner was going to look like. Trotting up to the door, while admiring the architecture, there was a large handle but oddly enough a door bell. Well she guessed that the place wasn't all old and had some modern technology in it. With a press of a button, she awaited for the door to be answered, but instantly she heard a number of barks. It was the dog, but this wasn't just one specific bark, this was multiple of different types. Oh lord, don't say that she'll have to walk ALL of them at the same time. How hectic would that be. Alas, it seemed to be to late for concerns as the door opened wide as a woman could be seen. But she was nothing like what Shārotto thought she'd look like. She had brown short hair tied in a pony tail, with a rather youthful looking face but was clearly a adult. Seeming to look like she was in her twenties, she also had a red tracksuit with white stripes.

"White. . . Hair? Nevermind, are you here to walk my dogs?"

"Um, yep. That's me, Shārotto the professional Genin."

Well even though she didn't fit her planned description, to Shārotto she still was going to be one of those rich snobs who have no time to take care of their animals. And by what it looks she clearly been working on her own looks a lot. Well at the end of the day she was getting paid for this work, it's not her place to judge the decision of her client. She took a quick glance within the interior of the house, and continued on talking.

"So, going to invite me in and tell me the details?"

"Humph. Whatever kid. Just don't touch anything with your sticky hands."

"Sticky. . . hands?"

First floor, quiet. It always seemed this way at the early hours but it wasn't early, actually it was close to being the evening. Since this was the case, perhaps everyone went out, it seemed as if her father wasn't in anyway. Her mother was outside doing laundry so that only left her two bigger brothers. Didn't matter, she was quite too much in a hurry to play hide and seek within her mind. With that unneeded thinking out of the way, she made her way into the Dinning room, seeing if it may b one of those days where she is welcomed to a meal right in front of her. But with a couple of steps it seemed that it wasn't the case. She let out a sigh, as she pretty much knew that she was going to have to make herself something. It wasn't a problem but she was still somewhat drowsy, and being like that often cause problems for her in the past.

She made her way from the dinning room the to kitchen that seemed to be a clean as could be. It seemed like someone was busy other than her. Her mother was always the one who did these stuff and she usually made everything look as if it were brand new. Shārotto didn't know how she does it but it's always a amazing sight to see the end results. The simple things like these are what makes her look up to her parents. As her admiring came to a halt, she trotted to see what food was available and what could she make. The coldness emitted from the fridge* was annoying but she bared with it as it was something which she couldn't change. The wasn't much in stock, she'd probably would have to help out buying groceries for later once all her training was done. She guessed she could make some toast. She grabbed some bread and placed it on the counter.

THUD!

The sound echoed from upstairs, it seemed as if it were a door. Meaning that someone was upstairs, it was most likely one of her older brothers from the sound of it. At least she wasn't the last one up. Continuing her quest for food, she went the one of the drawers containing cutlery. Forks, spoons, the usual stuff were all neatly assorted within there but what she needed was a knife to cut and butter the bread. With a pick of the chosen item, she made her way back to the counter but unfortunately it seemed as if she was about run into a accident. A loud roar or whatever it was came behind her, instantly scaring the light out of the child. In reaction she tripped and fell, but as she was holding the knife in her hand upon impact the metalic object stabbed into the side of her right wrist.

"Ahh!"

A shriek was made from her, which was quite loud even it reached her mother's ears who was outside. She instantly gripped her arm in pain, feeling a mixture of emotions overcoming her. Not really knowing what to do, she pulled the knife out of her wrist, throwing it the the side of the floor opposite from her as her arm begun to constantly bleed. The wound didn't seem to be bad but if not treated it would get much worse. Immediately, with a teary eyed face she looked to see who was the culprit that cause this whole ordeal and it was Rukei. Just before letting out into a cry she said. . .

"Brother. . . Why did you do this?"

*Wasn't sure about there being fridges but I guessed so since naruto house had a kettle, makes sense for there to be a fridge :3*

Home. It's felt always the same, with the welcoming feeling. After all, she was born in the same household and raised here. Her brothers had it differently though, as she was born four years later after they were and during this time they were in the village of Konohagakure. Maybe they didn't feel that accustomed to this place, though they did have fourteen years to adjust to this new life.

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The young girl was tucked in bed, stuck within a deep sleep, she was really tuckered out from her latest training session. It's only been a couple of month since she learned that she was much more proficient in performing Doton justus and she's been attempting to learn as much as she could about her current element. It was rather disappointing that she became a Doton user, as her parents were expecting her to be Katon user as it was a much more common thing for a Uchiha. Not only that but it was rather more of a tradition as all Uchihas seem to have a high aptitude with the manipulation for fire release, able to master it at a much more faster rate than any other common shinobi. Alas, it seems that this isn't the case for her as she seems to be unable to perform or manipulate the simplest of fire.

Her dream was nearing it's end, as she begun to constantly twist and turn while muttering out incomprehensible sentences after a couple of moments of delay between them. The blanket that was once tucked tightly was thrown to one side with a flip of a hand, as her body started to roll over one side. It was only a couple of seconds till there would be nothing to roll on, as gravity worked it's charms. Thud! Of course the origins of this sound was her slamming into the wooden floor of her room, making her moan in pain with her eyes somewhat open. Drool, dripped to the floor, as she barely managed to slowly pick her upper body from the ground, letting out a huge puff of air afterwards. Her hair was quite in a mess, as her clothes were just crumpled up looking like a prune. Her expression of her face was currently a mixture of sleepiness and annoyance.

Her voice started to sound less croaky, as her movements were seeming to revert back to their normal state. Standing up, she moved to the view outside, with was brimming with sunlight. Seemed like it was nearly midday, she had quite overslept not keeping to her schedule. It didn't matter though, it was only Sunday. The only things that she needed to do today was practice, being a Genin was hard work but if she didn't train she would be the slacker of the class and she could remember how badly that ended for another Genin. She shivered, not even daring to bring forth that memory again. At least the view outside was as peaceful as always, as she could she her mother downstairs hanging up the wet clothing to dry upon the hot day. Shārotto would of called out to her, but she was a mess. It would of been quite shameful for her mother to see how bad she looked currently.

Moving nimbly to her desk, she got out her 'fashion disaster kit' or hairbrush and other cosmetics to be blunt. It was quite a lot of minutes of tiding her self up. Men would never understand how much a girl goes through to look her very best. With her hair in it's standard form, she went to get changed picking out her usual shinobi clothing. Shirt, vest, short, sandals, the works. Her headband wasn't needed as she wasn't planning to go out, she was going to stay in at train the the room upstairs. But before she did, her body was calling for food as she had no choice but to quench her hunger. With that, she scrambled downstairs to eat without no buts needed. With a number of loud foot steps, it was quite clear that she was awake and raring to start her day.