NAME: Reika Ishikawa (i picked 2 random names and put em together :D)
weight: 115lbs

body type: lean, lithe

height; 5'4' and a half

age: 19 years old.

skills: prefers cooking and baking for others as well as playing piano and singing. Fond of all art forms, except abstract because she can't stand it and it doesn't make sense to her.

Personality: can be silly and fun to be around, and is a kind and pleasant person, and everyone is very fond of her. ( more to learn from story )

... Monday's suck I groaned and rolled my lazy ass out of my warm covers, and turned off my alarm clock in frustration. Today I had to work, guarding the front gates of Otogakure. Orochimaru, the acclaimed Otokage -even though Oto no Kuni (the land of sound) never qualified as a hidden village or as having an official shadow, or Kage leader- founder of the village was NOWHERE to be found. Oh well. The village wasn't exactly bountiful in it's number of shinobi. It was maybe a village of 2100 people, and that was about it. We didn't even have an ANBU strike team. How lame. The Land of Rice fields only seemed to have a matter of time before any of the other villages invaded our homelands and took over. Well... then again... everyone else was so scared shitless of the Snake Sanin that none of them would even have the guts to try and attack. Besides... the sound village was small, no doubt about that, but the ninjutsu we knew, that were entirely unbeknownst to the other shinobi villages, were powerful and deadly, not to mention almost undetectable. Yeah being a sound ninja had it's perks... however guarding a gate that barely anyone used wasn't one of them.

Groaning again, I got ready, eating breakfast and getting myself dressed in my jounin uniform, ready to rock and roll ( yeah right... I wish!). Another week of boredom.

Thanks god... really keeping a good look out for my sorry ass aren't ya? i thought bitterly. See that was the thing here in Otogakure... There were enough Jounin to handle any trouble that came our way, but there were also so few of us that there were too many tasks for us to complete. With Orochimaru missing in action, the Jounin elders had to carry on running the town, and it was the younger Jounin like myself who had to take daily shifts from 9 to 5 guarding the gates. There were always 2 guards on duty at a time for each section. There was a front gate, a back gate, and there were guards who watched the skies. I however was the lucky one getting the lone soldier shift. I figured that the elders had realized that should a problem come up... which one NEVER did, that I could easily alert the others for back up should I need it. I fixed my forehead protector onto my belt and walked out the door. The morning air was fresh and the sky was a greyed blue. I wonder if anything interesting will happen one of these days... I touched a finger to my chin thoughtfully. Oh well. Better nothing happen then something horrible right?

Well yeah... like I said... nothing happened. After showering and getting dressed, I hadn't relaxed even a little bit. I dressed in black undergarments, my pyjamas,and a black tight fitting tank-top I had gotten home from duty later than I had expected, and I was restless and left bored out of my mind. And what does one do when they are bored out of their minds?

THEY MAKE CAKE!... yeeeaaahhh... cake...

I got out my ingredients from the fridge. Lucky me... there was just enough to make the cake. My fridge, aside from that was pretty much empty. I gave an exasperated sigh, and threw them together without much thought. Baking was something that came to me naturally. it was rather sad actually. Sometimes the elders would frown on me saying that I should focus more on my trainning then my cooking, usually inbetween mouthfulls of whatever I had brought them that day. My god... people these days have no shame. Oh whatever... I popped teh cake in the oven, that had been set on preheat for 20 minutes. In a matter of less than an hour, the smell of rich dark imported chocolate seeped into the air, seducing the noses of all those passing by. The tantalizing aromas coming daily from my house would often bring people from all over Otogakure. People kept on saying that they were going to send in a good word for me into the famous bakeries in Konohagakure, which is a little ironic considering everyone here hates Konoha... minus myself naturally. I didn't care about who wasn't getting along with who, really. All I wanted to do when I was a kid was to travel and learn. Not just learn to bake either. I wanted to learn the various instruments of the world, see the people, make friends and enjoy myself. However, becoming a shinobi prevented me from doing that. I didn't mind being a shinobi, I really didn't. I often applied my shinobi skills to baking as well, that and a few parlour tricks. My father had been a gambling addict before he died of an unknown cause, so naturally I knew how to play poker with the best of them. Juggling eggs, fruit, or cooking utensils and putting on a show while cooking always something that I took pleasure in doing. People say that I should have openned my own food stand and cooked for people on the spot. I could have made a lot of cash that way I'll admit, but I didn't want people to come to me. I wanted to go out to them. Sitting there waiting for an opportunity wasn't my style. I liked to get out there and take chances and learn for myself, so I could better myself. Maybe one day living secluded in my own village will change into something more adventurous. I could only hope that I'd be able to see that day soon.

I placed my oven mits on and picked the cake out of the oven, setting it down on a wire rack to let it cool. Placing it down carefully in the middle of the counter, I peeled my hands and arms out of the mits and walked away to my futon. My appartment was really small, but it was all I could afford at the moment. No one in my village ever got much for missions and duties, seeing as there weren't very many that involved any of us leaving the village's borders. Most of the villagers made their livings off of the rice plantations which were bountiful year-round due to moderate climates. But unless you worked in the rice trading business, then you proabably didn't have a decent living. All I had was a kitchen and a futon, and a stack of my favourite books that i've had for ages. Some of them I've had since I was a child. They held some of the better memories for me and I just didn't have the heart to throw them away. There were a couple cases of instruments that I've gotten over the years. A flute, an electric keyboard, and an acoustic guitar. I played many tunes and learned a lot, including theory among other things. I had a few sketchbooks as well that were scattered across the futon which was currently in it's seating position, as opposed to it's bed-type one. There was an exact picture of a statue in the center of Otogakure which I had admired so much. I would go there until I had finished the picture. I enjoyed having artistic talents. Being an artist held so many benefits, and it makes me smile when I think of what I'm capable of. The cake had cooled and I pulled it out of the pan. I got chills up my spine from the cold rush of air that suddenly passed though the window. I shivered and whipped around. I knew I left the window open... but hardly a crack. A gust that large couldn't have...

"Smells great... whacha makin', un?" I whipped around.

"...holy shit!" I mumbled. There were to men in black cloaks with red clouds embroidered on them. I recognized them instantly. They were two S-class criminals from the Akatsuki organisation. The one that spoke had long blond hair and a smoothe deep tone of voice as he spoke. His gaze seared me down to my core. he was playing with something in his hand, as I looked from him to his partner. His hair was short, red, and wild, the both of them looking to be very young. Now being trainned by Orochimaru himself, even if it was only for a short period of time, I knew that he had once been a member, but to think they'd appear in my apartment was just absolutely ridiculous! I had taken off all of my weapons and they weren't within my reach. I had a butterknife, but what could that do to heavily armed and dangerous shinobi? I was out of options and I was willing to try anything if it meant escaping alive.

Note to self: ALWAYS KEEP WEAPONS HANDY...

I threw the butterknife at the wall behind them. It stuck into the hard plaster.

" You missed, un!" said the blond again, smirking at my 'so-called' poor aim. I performed three handseals, muttering the name of the jutsu. They looked back as the knife started projecting sound waves. They looked back and I was gone. Little did they know I was already behind them. I flashed away to grab my kunai, and flung two specially designed one at their backs. They made direct hits before they had a chance to react. The kunai themselves looked ordinary but there was a type of seal engraved in them underneath the grip tape on their hilts. When they went to pull the kunai out of their backs, they realized they couldn't actually move properly. The soundwaves I set off will effect anyone who comes in contact with one of the special kunai. The sound waves act like radio shockwaves, and disables the opponent to move quickly, a long with leaving them in a minor genjutsu, giving them the illusion that the user of the jutsu has incredible speed and often cant be seen when running. I hopped out my window and ran as fast as I could, but apparantly one of them had set off an explosion. It wasn't big but it shook the walls of the building, and probably broke through my ninjutsu. I cursed underneath my breath as the blong openned the window and set off after me. By now, the entire neighbourhood was looking out their windows. Several shinobi rushed to the scene, to see what had made the noise. I cursed again. The blond had ditched his cloak in the room and was now coming after me on foot. It was far too dark to notice that he wasn't from the village. I sped as fast as I could towards the gates. I cursed myself. Amazing how I was also born with a natural ability to jinx things into happening by simply talking about them, isn't it?

I wanted to look back, but I didn't need to. My apartment was probably being ravaged by the redhead as I spoke. Thank god I cleaned everything the other day... wait a sec! Why am I thinking about that? I'm being chased by two S-Class criminals! GOD AM I STUPID?!!!

I ran, and ran, and ran. Some Jounin tried to stop me along the way but I kept pushing past them screaming at them to stear everyone clear of my path. I didn't have much time to explain to them, but they knew I'd do whatever it'd take to protect the village. I felt the two of them running behind me now, the two cloaked crooks on my tail. I sped up the pace, increasing the flow of chakra in my legs. I'll be damned if I slip up and get my ass caught. Suddenly I couldn't feel their chakra anymore, just like before they appeared in my appartment. I braced myself quickly for anything that would have happened, but what actually happened was not something I could avoid.

" FUCK!" I cussed loudly. The redhead appeared right infront of me, and there was no way I could escape. I stopped dead before smashing into him. He seemed to be carrying a rather large bag, the straps slung over both of his shoulders. The blond grabbed my -or moreso my kage bunshin's- shoulder.

" You going to finally co-opperate now, yeah?" said the blond again. He seemed to be the only one interested in talking. The redhead just looked at me amused. I masked my chakra as best as I could and ran as far away and as fast as possible. As soon as the blond touched the doppelganger, it spoke.

" Not quite." It disappeared with a smirk and poof.

" She's trickier than we had originally thought, un?" The blond mused.

"Indeed," the redhead agreed, a look of amusement gracing his features as well.

" Well... in that case, un."

I didn't know what happened, but suddenly there were bombs flying through the night air. They were taking the form of animals, but as soon as they got close they exploded. I hadn't heard anything up until this point. Nothing other then the rapid pounding of my heart, and my quickened footsteps.

' WHY ME???!!' came my frantic thoughts. 'I don't even know what they want! Why are they after ME???'

I looked above. Through the treetops came a sound. But not just a sound... a voice...

"KATSU!"

I looked to my right, and there a swarm of clay insects exploded.

"SHIT!" I mentally kicked myself for giving away my position by my careless yelling, but at this rate they'd be able to find me no matter what I did to conceal myself. I was as good as dead. But I had a chance, and that was to dodge everything and run like fuck!

I back-pedelled, narrowly avoiding the blast, and dropped to the earth. I made four tsuchi bunshins of myself from the earth, and took off in all different directions. Out of the now five me's I was the one second furthest to the right. I still had a few more tricks up my sleeve. They wouldn't get to me just yet. Doing the dumb thing, teh real me ran out into the open plain, while the others ran into more secluded, and safe areas, though I'm sure the blond bomber flying on his large bird above would feel free to dump his clay creations upon them, taking out the forest as well. Little do they know that I can switch places with the my bunshins as I please. If they targetted teh real me, as long as there remainned another doppelganger, I'd be alright until the last one goes. That's why I had to keep myself alive and running. The ones in the forest would hardly be able to forsee and attack from above like that. If I could fool them into believing that I sent a bunshin out into the open, I could run and run until they figured me out. By then, I could have easily created more, and with my bunshin swapping, it'd be barder than it looks for even highly skilled shinobi such as themselves... I just hope I can last it out... I never even go to eat my cake. MY GOD, I'm running for my life and all I can think about it bloody cake! I have serious priority issues!