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"Girls have balls,their just a little higher up, that's all."-Joan Jett.

PRESENT

"Um, I would like a rainbow butterfly with tribal design accents on my lower back please."

I was surprised she knew what 'accents' were.

She was blond, tall, blue eyes with tan skin. I could easily tell that this girl was a stuck-up bitch.

If it wasn't her figure that gave it away, it was probably er Gucci tote and over-sized sunglasses.

She was easily a good five foot ten, with a body of a supermodel.

Before I could even guess how big her breast implants were,

I saw her eye-fucking the new intern and my bitch who was innocently designing another client's back piece that was scheduled for next Tuesday.

It was his first solo project without my help, and he needed to prove to me that he was worthy of becoming an official tattooer at "Hidden Leaf Ink".

Moving back to Blondie's eye-fucking-

With those pearly whites, stubble, and ink-colored hair?

And his inked arms filled with so many things I couldn't find even a sliver of pure skin on?

I don't blame her. Or all the other bitches for that matter.

I swear to God, at least 75% of our female customers just get a small, girly, 'I'll regret this later", tattoos just to look at him through the storefront.

Give or take.

At least his pretty face got us a new set of clientele.

"That will be about $125.00 and would you like me to free-hand it or do you have some sort of 'vision'?" I asked, trying to keep the sarcastic tone out of my voice when I said 'vision'.

Blondie was clearly not giving a shit about her tramp-stamp and blankly looked back at me, probably regretting taking her eyes off a fine specimen that was only a couple of feet away...

I bet she was collecting a pool of drool in her mouth before she turned to face me again.

Cocking the bitch brow, the skank had the nerve to say to me,

"I'm gonna go ask him to do my tattoo for me instead." Then, as her heels clicked, I got more infuriated.

I just wanted to put her in her place, and I was secretly cursing him for stealing potential clients and making my life worse and worse without even knowing it.

Damn his innocence.

I got my first tat a couple of days after my 18th birthday.

It was two black and white koi swimming with each other in perfect harmony.

Wasn't that small or big, just simple and was to signify my 'coming of age' or some other useless fact about life and growing older.

I didn't think about it much, its original purpose was only to just cross of one of my tasks on my Bucket List.

The tat didn't really change my outlook on life or have a deeper meaning.

Looking back on it all- my inked arms and pierced brows, lip, and ears, black and pink hair,

I think my koi had more than a spark to my boring, dull, late-teens, coming-of-age, useless-fact.

My name's Sakura Haruno, and I co-own "Hidden Leaf Ink".

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I haven't written in about a year and I'm a bit rough around the edges.

I apologize for any spelling/grammar issues.

I still need to go back into the groove of writing, this fic is a drabble of sorts.

Please review, and it'd really help if I could get pointers or anything from you guys. :)