[Center][img]http://oi60.tinypic.com/1z1bad2.jpg[/img] [h1][b][color=gray]It Runs in the Family[/color][/b][/h1][/center] [color=#cc0000]”Again Yuen.” Her mother ordered.[/color] Yuen’s heart was pounding in her ears and she could feel sweat moving down her rapidly expanding and compressing chest. She reached to her side and withdrew two shuriken and a kunai, each with some metal string attached to them. She inhaled deeply before beginning her assault. She opened her eyes, the Sharingan whirling as it obtained its target. Yuen launched a shuriken and kunai to the right and left of her mother who did not even blink. As Yuen threw her second shuriken she pulled on the kunai’s cord propelling the second shuriken faster than ever but it was deflected by her mother. [color=#cc0000]”Your form is weak, pitiful for a woman your age.”[/color] Her mother lectured, untangling the kunai and shuriken from the trees they were latched onto and handing them back to her daughter. [color=#cc0000]”You’re done for today, go see if you can’t figure out what’s going on.”[/color] She spat with a disgusted tone ringing clearly through her voice. Yuen just nodded, placing her tools back in her pouch. -------------------------- Having changing into more comfortable clothing Yuen walked into her dining room about three hours later, the sun was setting beautifully illuminating the room in an orange-red bask. [color=#cc0000]“Sit down Yuen.”[/color] Her mother said sitting at the table, a half drank bottle of sake beside a letter that had just been opened. Yuen’s name was clearly visible on it. [color=0b72c6]“Yes mother?”[/color] Yuen asked softly, but with a certain readiness. The letter could only mean one thing. [color=#cc0000]“You have a mission it seems. An opportunity to make life here in Konoha better for everyone who bears our eyes.”[/color] Yuen’s face hardened, she knew that this mission meant more to her mother than her own daughter being born. This was an opportunity for the world to see what she had transformed her daughter into. No longer was she a weak cowardly girl from the Uchiha clan. She was a machine, one meant to preserve their honor, and protect the clan completely. [color=#cc0000]“You will meet tonight with two other young men who share our eyes. They will be able to find you, I’m sure; a drunken lecher could find you dressed as you are.[/color]” Her mother said cruelly. This roused Yuen to readjust her loose fitting clothes. [color=0b72c6]“I’ll change mother, don’t worry.”[/color] Yuen spoke, her voice was calm and she showed no signs of anxiety or fear. But her mother knew her tell. Yuen's fingers tightly wrapped themselves over her knees, gripping at something, not even Yuen was sure of what. [color=#cc0000]“We will debrief as soon as you finish this mission. Do not disappoint me Yuen.”[/color] Yuen found herself shrugging off her baggy clothes and wrapping herself in bandages. Not because she was hurt, but just so that she had the freedom of movement a kunoichi needed on a mission without worrying about what she was wearing. Every bandage that wrapped itself around her form found itself covering a scar of a fight. Yuen had only truly fought a few combatants, there was the Chunin exams and a few missions that got complicated while she was a Genin. However she had fought her mother at least 300 times. Some in the village found themselves disgusted by their attitude towards training. It was that one had to be prepared to end the other’s life otherwise nothing would be learned from the engagement. It would simply be wasted time. As soon as Yuen had dressed herself she headed out, the sun setting as she exited the Uchiha compound. She had directions to wait for her soon to be teammates, thusly she went to her usual pre-mission spot. Surely, they’d be able to find her there. ----------------------------------------------------- She walked into the small Sake bar and gave a small nod to the server there, taking a spot at the bar. He left a small cup of Sake and left her to be by herself while she began to mentally review her teammates. [color=0b72c6]"Thank you Kentou"[/color] Yuen said smiling warmly to the barkeep; wrapping her scarred and calloused hands around the cup. Both were said to sport the Sharingan, there’s was probably more advanced than hers. She had a notably weaker Sharingan than most other Uchiha at her age. She hadn’t yet developed her third tomoe in either eye. It was something she desperately wanted to achieve. The Sake bar was interesting because it wasn’t typical in that it didn’t require a certain age from its trusted customers. Yuen had first stumbled in after her first failed mission. She was only sixteen years old, had just taken on a mission as a Chunin. It was a solo mission, a trader required escort from one side of the Land of Fire to another. He passed around the time they should’ve been passing Konoha. It was something that she had feared happening ever since her mother had begun her tutelage. When Yuen was on her way back from her debriefing from said mission she stumbled into the bar. Dreading returning home weeks early and seeing her mother. A drink was left on the bar for her that was replaced by another until she woke up the next day with a warm towel on her head. She and her mother never had the conversation about that failed mission, something Yuen is incredibly grateful for. Ever since that day she has returned before every mission, gotten a drink before the mission and collected herself. She hadn’t failed a mission since. But it felt less like a streak and more like she was hanging on to a cliff, the only difference was that her grip showed no signs of letting up.