[center][b]Ruri Zuodian[/b][/center]

The wait had lasted more than five minutes, making it 'unbearably long' for Ruri who started to pace from the right edge of the gate to the left edge, often stepping on her refined kimono out of lack of care. It was anyone's guess that she wasn't very patient, no matter what she had to wait for, she couldn't just stand around and not get what she wanted right away. This was getting embarrassing too, just standing there in front of a clan's territory like she was some kind of psychotic stalker didn't make her feel at ease whenever she'd feel people looking at her while passing by. But the worst hard yet to come, some blonde chick had stopped on her tracks as she noticed the overexerted so they could confront each other. 

"[i]Ruri, right? Would you mind telling the boy you’re undoubtedly hear to see to meet me at the fifth training field in the TOMORROW MORNING.[/i]"

The exposed teen couldn't help but look at the adult in a weird manner, eyebrow arched as a sign of slight confusion fused with a tint of nonchalance, as if she was indirectly saying '[i]Girl, I ain't your messenger-bitch[/i]'. Though Ruri also recognized her as one of those Granite Guards she was supposed to become better than in not too long, so she couldn't simply consider them as mere peasants from the get go. Nonetheless, Ruri was preparing one of those sassy hostile-like replies that wouldn't reply negatively to the demand, but make it clear that she wasn't going to take much more from her, despite her ranking. Before any air could come out of the teen's mouth, her ego was struck hard by the following reply. 

"[i]Thanks.[/i]"

Ruri didn't even say a thing and that woman just left like she owned the place. Ruri was left dumbfounded for a second there, she was shocked that such obviously low-classed people could talk her down like this. She blushed out of sheer embarrassment, feeling slightly dominated. The only thing preventing her from getting into a catfight was fear of of getting in even more trouble and getting her ass handed to her by someone with recognized skills. But cursed with immense rage, then only real determining factor that prevented her all out assault on the woman was her kimono. It was just that cumbersome when she tried to run and do certain movements, so she let that one pass. 

"[b]Tch, bitch.[/b]" 

She muttered to herself, not wanting to catch her attention. Kanajiro was going to take a serious verbal beating because of all of this. Speaking of the devil, as this little scene ended, Ruri's primary target had stepped out of his household and was walking toward her. She smirked, at least now she could release some steam on a poor innocent soul who had the audacity to make her wait more than one minute. As he introduced himself with some polite sentences to greet her, Ruri couldn't help but be irritated by every single attempt he made to appear correct. Not only that, but he smelled like he had sweated a bit, his clothes seemed clean but it was obvious he had done a certain level of effort beforehand. 

"[b]Yeah, no shut up. I just wanted to remind you of how much of a homo you are. And that you smell like crap. Ugh, dude you suuuuuck.[/b]" 

It was a combo of senseless insults,but anyone who knew her understood that she needed to release some steam because of X reason. Plus it was hard to be offended by her when insults were free and unrelated to what was going on. Ruri was quite surprised when Kanajiro grabbed her by the arm. A man touching her like that without her permission? Such unwarranted brutality bestowed on her being without actually crossing the line of violence? She liked this, though she would prefer it being her doing this and not the contrary, but it didn't matter, it was more fun than sticking around and talking after all. When he let go she started to speak again.

"[b]Kanajiro you retarded pigeon, stop trying to affirm you virility. It's just gone my friend! Plus some blonde-bitch from the Granite whatever wants to see you at some training field tomorrow morning, the fifth or something.[/b]" 

They walked for a little while through the streets until her stomach released a mighty growl. Placing her hand on her belly, she noticed that it was already passed lunch time, and the best would likely be to walk back home. After all she wasn't going to do with typical restaurants nearby. 

"[b]Dude, I'm hungry. Walk me home like the semi-gentleman you are and maybe you'll get something nice in your life.[/b]" 

It was her turn to be a little dominant in this leisurely walk a she didn't grab her arm but his shirt collar and dragged him through a block in a jogging pace just to mess with Kanajiro some more before stopping in front of the Zuodian mansion. There she'd let go and let him have his say in the matter, but not before pulling a Kariru on him. Upon releasing the collar, the same oppressing hand had its index finger flick the boy's nose out of nowhere. She giggled and took a few steps back toward her mansion's front porch, blowing him a kiss as the nice thing she promised before swiftly entering her house. She left Kanajiro outside, alone, probably hungry too and a few minutes away from his home. It was a mission that had succeeded. 

Inside her home, she was immediately greeted with a slap across the left cheek. Despite the strength of the hit, it didn't make her fall over or lose her balance, no she was used to getting into trouble. She simply flinched and her head took a swing with the hand, only turning back slowly so she could glace back at her father. He had that same, annoyed frown from before, making it much harder for Ruri to keep her cool. A little smile formed on her face, which earned her a second slap, this time she didn't screw around anymore. Her cheeks were marked and would likely leave a small bruise on each cheek, but it didn't matter. She wasn't mistreated at all at her home, she simply got slaps whenever it was necessary but they were never enough to compensate how spoiled she really was. Once this little correction session was over, she was dismissed to the dining room where she had her lunch. The rest of the day was dull, she didn't do much, went outside to test out a few paper bombs, or just simply making things she found laying around explode. It passed the time and well, she at least prepared herself for tomorrow. 

[center][b]THE NEXT DAY[/b][/center]

Once again, Ruri had one of these ring fights with her alarm clock, but this time she had managed to gather enough willpower to get up, her legs felt a bit numb, almost paralyzed, drowning five extra minutes down the slacking drain so she could motivated herself to stand up. Following her morning ritual, she dressed herself with a black T-shirt behind her white vest combined with white, silk gloves. Along with these came a white miniskirt followed by a pair of black stocking she wear along with the mandatory shinobi black sandals. He look was rather simple yet still high class in her perspective, all that was missing was her trademark black peaked cap, something barely anyone would ever see in these parts. 

Once prepped, she checked if all her deat- shinobi tools were prepped for the meeting that was supposed to take place. As she skipped out of her house, while expected, she was surprised to see her servant greet her in front of a carriage maneuvered by a horse. After all, Ruri did not know where the meeting place was but the Tsuchikage's associates did a good job in noticing the Zuodian residents without directly confronting Ruri. The trip was quick and the chauffeur dropped her at the designated meeting place, that being the monument. Who was she going to be with? Would she have to deal with peasants or was there going to be some adequate level by her standards? She asked herself so many questions and almost felt nervous. Upon arriving at the monument that was especially crowded the other day, the rich child stepped out of the wooden carriage and looked around to find anybody noticeable. The chauffeur stuck around, making sure nothing would go wrong during the process.