Mikotos-Revenge

Uchiha Mikoto took a deep breath of frustration, tightened her hold on the small glass in her left hand, and scrubbed harder with the rag in her right hand. Finally, after five rough strokes, the small, red juice stain completely disappeared and she was free to rinse the glass under warm water. She then dried the dish and put it away up in the cabinet to her immediate left. Afterward she commenced to reach for another glass doused in the bubbly water in the sink. 'I'll have to slice a tomato for Sasuke when he comes in for lunch in a few minutes,' she thought mindlessly to herself, her ebony gaze flickering up to peer out the window directly