Ok, so, you guys wanted mor on this story, so I obliged. The least you guys can do is review.

And so, I give you... The Life and Times of Terah Mitsume!

THIS IS THE UPDATED VERSION! Please keep in mind that I have recently been told to more or less Man-Up, though I am in fact a girl, Because It would make my stories better, and I decided to do so because I want you guys to be awesome and love me.

Yeah, I'm a bit full of myself right now. Oh well. :)

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I stared down quietly at the three men beneath my tree, shuffling silently to get proper blood flow in my legs, leaning against the rough bark with a differnt part of my back. Looked like they were setting up camp, spreading their bedrolls out near the fire, where a few sticks of rabbit meat stood, cooking over the flames. Heh, idiots I thought to myself, allowing a small smile. They're about to lose the game!

I waited there in my perch for a long while, waiting untill, finally, one of the men to separated from the others- heading to take a leak, in his words- to silently leap to the ground. I followed him out to the thicker trees a few meters from their little makeshift camp and smiled. The moment he paused, I thrust a kunai into his chest, covering his mouth to keep him quiet as he jerked away instinctively. With a soft chuckle, I stood up on my tip-toes to whisper in his ear, "Tag." I yanked upwards violently, spewing blood on my feet and the ground, then let his body fall to the ground, laughing as quietly as I could.

I love to win.

I wandered back to the campsite eagerly, quickly grabbing the nearest man and gripping his head in my hands, twisting fiercely to the side with a cry of 'tag!' The last turned in surprise, eyes widening at his comrades lifeless body, only to recieve a fist to his nose, a loud crackle and yet another cry of 'Tag!' I let myself laugh freely then, as he held his face in pain, knowing the outcome of this round. "I win again! You boys can never beat me!" I smiled down at him, still giggleing, then swung my hand down towards his throat, releasing the kunai at the opportune moment to let it still his body, then flopped down by the fire on one of the now ownerless bedrolls, smiling to myself in content. The meat above the fire was sizzling, the meat light and crispy brown. I shrugged and plucked one from it's spigot, sinking my teeth into their not-dinner. Not like they were going to need it.

I sighed happily, relaxing on the ground where I had fallen, eating meat that I hadn't caught, humming a tune I only somewhat knew. When the first stick was gone, I stole another one which joined it's friends in my stomach, then lazily returned to my feet to check my bingo book for the three men. I only knew of one to be in there, but if I could get money from them, I wouldn't abandon it. As I had expected, the other two were worthless, so I humphed and went to find the other man's corpse. He was right where I'd left him, so I dragged him to the edge of the camp, where I lined up the other two beside him before stacking the three bedrolls on top of each other and flopping down on top of them, swinging my travel pack off of my shoulder to dig around in the contents.

My weapons were getting low, I noted, and I needed to clear out my food scrolls. No telling how long some of it had been in there. With a nip of my finger, I summoned all of my stored baggage to the campsite in front of me and started my analysis. First sorting the weaponry and food and medical supplies, then checking expiration dates, sharp edges and such, tossing bad fruits and veggies into a pile near the bodies, stacking unsharpened weaponry separately from the sharpened, and all together reorganizing my entire stash. I spent somewhere between three and four hours sorting, sharpening and hoarding from the supplies my victims had left behind, and another two hours digging the hole I would bury them in, before giving up on passing time.

My final action was to decapitate my bounty and shove the proof into a burlap sack so I could bury all evidence of my being there, grabbing the last stick of meat before I extinguished the fire and launched into the trees towards the nearest exchange point to cash in. I might not be bothered by the dead mans head in a bag, but that didn't mean I had to like it. Creepy staring face...

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The room stank of blood, death and bad hygiene, but hey, what exchange didn't? I smiled at the balding, frowning man behind the stained counter, who simply stared back coldly. "I brought a target!" I stated happily, swinging the brown burlap sack up into view. He nodded slowly and pulled out a newer looking bingo book, placing it presicely on the center of the counter. I plopped my sack down beside it carelessly and, ignoring the stench, pulled out the head. The man raised an eyebrow, seeming disbelieving, so I pulled a rag out of my pack and wiped off the mud and blood caked on the bodiless face.

The man turned the pages painfully slow- I swear, he just wanted to annoy me with it!- untill he reached the page for my head. He grunted his confirmation- like I didn't already know that- and pulled some cash from... somewhere, handing it to me in a large wad. I weighed it in hand, then flipped through it quickly. My previously happy face went quickly from a smile, to puzzled, to a full out frown. "This is fiftey short." I told him in a dead voice.

"No ish nawt," he defended, glaring at me.

I glared back fearlessly. "The reward is 7,500, and I only have 7,450 here. It's fiftey short, and you either going to pay me in full, or I'm going to punch your face in and take it myself." He scoffed, clearly not planning to pay me any more, possibly thinking he could take anything I dished out, and suddenly found it rather hard to breathe, considering my hand had wrapped quite presicely around his windpipe. "I said, either pay me in full, or I will puch your face in." His flat, glassy eyes widened at me, and after a couple of half-coughs, he forced out a whispery agreement. Satisfied, I released his throat, and he crumpled to the ground, gasping. He pulled out some more cash- a safe box under the counter top... How origional- and passed it on with a shaking hand. "I would also like to buy a new book." I added, back to my happy self, flopping my old, battered, paint splattered book on the counter beside the head.

The man scurried to find the newest edition- oh, cool, printed last week, too- and handed it over silently. "No charge." He swallowed nervously. I smiled sweetly and tucked the new book away, grabbed my now-empty bag, and added the money to my coin pouch.

"Pleasure doing buisness with you, sir." I flashed my teeth and turned on the spot, leaving without another word.

"Just past noon- time for some food," I told myself, looking up at the clear blue sky. The road was empty in either direction for as far as I could see, and a small sign post stood alone about a quarter mile to the left, so I adjusted my course to aim towards it. I would get a room in town after lunch and stay there for a night, I decided- I needed some civilization time. A shower would be nice, and I could use some new clothes.

I spared a glance down at my threadbare, mud-caked, blood-stained crop-top, three-quarter-pants combo and smiled. Scratch that- I needed new clothes.

My feet- bare, for my hatered of shoes- made a quiet, repetetive thump, thump, thump on the compacted dirt that made up the road. It would have been ignored by most, but my ears refused to tune out the familiar sound. Even if they were a bit more... sensitive, than most, it wouldn't change the fact that I knew that sound better than I knew myself.

Before I could comprehend where the space had gone, the sign post was before me, sporting three signs: Town was about four miles to the west, the forest was about two miles to the east, and the rest stop was another half-mile along. Perfect.

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I smiled at the familiar village around me, people wandering from store to store, baskets in their arms, children at their knees, a constant babble in the air. It was a homey sound, something I'd grown used to over the years.

My first stop was at the first clothing shop I could identify, where I wandered through the aisles, past people who either smiled at me in recognition or turned away in disgust. I eventually found their collection of dark clothes- I hated their organizing. I mean, seriously, Color coded?- in the corner, streatching along half of the wall, where I found a suitable replacement for my lack of proper clothing and an adorable cadet hat, which I added to my pile and carried up front. After that, I stopped at a general store, where I hunted down a bar of soap, a single-use bottle of shampoo and conditioner, and a new blade-sharpening stone, which I forgot the proper name of.

Happy with my haul, I walked towards the nearest hotel I could locate, my box of things cradled in my arms. I had more than enough money to cover it all. I could probably get their best single bed room and have money to spare.

I was so getting room service!

The first hotel I found was a newer style, one that hadn't been there last time I visited. The lobby was cool and clean, and I felt kind of bad for leaving muddy footprints on the floor. A maid in the corner huffed angrily, and I spared her an apologetic smile. The lady behind the counter gave me a smirk, and the kind smile was instantly replaced with a calm, confident face.

"How can I help you... M'am?" She looked me up and down, smirk growing as she chewed a pencil, seeming to hold back laughter.

"What features does your best single bed room come with?" I asked seriously, shirting the weight of the box to one side so I could pull out my coin pouch.

"Television, radio, a queen sized bed, private bathroom, a hot tub, room service, and full access to the pool, weight room, and gardens." She numbered off on her fingers, then frowned in false sympathy before adding, "But It'll cost 300 a night."

I nodded, setting my box on the counter, privatly satisfied with her disgusted look, and pulled three hundred from my pouch, passing it to her over the spotless counter. "One night, please."

She gave me a blank stare before snatching the money and looking it over carefully, going as far as to hold it up to the light in her desperation for a fraud. I waited patiently, smiling at nothing in particular.

The lady behind the counter frowned, huffing in annoyance, but handed me a key anyways. "Room 1-17. Second floor. Have a nice day." She forced out. I took the key and nodded, heading off to my room. Down one hall, up the stairs, down another hall, and then my room. I turned the key and nudged open the door to see a pleasant brown-and-green color scheme. Much nicer than the typical white-and-cream of most hotels. Stupid neutral colors.

I made a bee-line for the bathroom across the main room, putting my box on the floor just inside the door and turning on the water. The warm, clean water.

I love hotels.

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Alright, there's chapter one. I'll get more on how she looks next chappy. Updated version, for those who care.