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Kunoichi Syndrome: Origins
Chapter 1
Encounter
I am not your average teenage girl in high school. It is not as if I wish to be an average teenage girl in high school. Then again, it is 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 do not wish to be cured. I have learned to actually thrive with Kunoichi Syndrome. I am only in high school; it is 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 do not take my options. There is not much need to do so anyway. Schools in session. It’s 1st period. There is a new student; he is 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 am 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 am 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 do not 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. Captain.” Itachi states.
The bell rings and everyone is saved. Yet I am not safe from my own impulsive long hair fetish (guys hair only, I am straight). My Algebra 2 teacher starts his lecture. 90 minutes fly by without unnecessary disturbance. The bell rings again signifying the end of class. My ninja instincts tell me it is time for flight. I am 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.