The Anger Within. [Private]

She returned home as soon as she could filled with anger. Her first time in another village, a meeting with her only childhood friend, and it was all ruined. Everything was wrong. Why did she trust that man? No, that boy. Oboro. His name brought only the deepest of anger from her. He ruined her research. All of her unanswered questions remained. Worst of all, He had the audacity to paralyze her! She was tossed around like a rag doll. She was tossed around like she didnt matter. It was as if she wasn't noticed. Then again, she never was. When did she start to think she mattered in this world? She didnt.

After returning home, the blonde would find herself in the shower. She washed as much sand out of her hair as possible. She cleaned as much dirt off of her body as she could. When she was done, Akira found herself in a short black dress with short sleeves. Her feet were bear and her hair was still dripping wet. The blonde sat on the roof of her home in the dead of night.

Her legs were outstretched her blue eyes were locked on her pale thighs, as she thought about the time in Suna. Blonde wet stands framed her face hiding any expression the darkness couldn't. Anger and sadness filled her mind. How did Akira deal with these things? She didn't know but one way. The girl held the Kunai she had brought to the roof with her. She would move it right over the pale smooth skin on her leg and press down only to drag it across. The cut would only be deep enough to make it bleed.