Five Months (Redone)

Chapter One

Being alone isn't all bad.

No one would ever know if you said something stupid, or did something stupid, because there would be no witness. This was more than acceptable to me, since I did a lot- I repeat, a lot of stupid bullshit.

The silence as I sat on the wall that was slowly trying to lure me to sleep, and that wasn't a good idea. So, in order to distract myself, I pulled out a pack of cigarettes and stuck one in between my teeth, flipping a lighter open and lighting it. After a long draw, I released the smoke from my mouth.

"Aw, jeez."

Who the hell was I kidding? Being alone sucked. It sucked big time. I was getting bored and no one was there to entertain me, at least.

I got off of the wall and dragged my hair over my shoulder, watching as it clumped down against my right side. Ugly. Bleh.

Durnig was in the dead of summer, and that meant the smells were particularly bad. There was the scent of campfire, a pleasant one, but it was mixed with cigarette smoke and fancy wines people drank by the bottle just to puke up again. I suppose I shouldn't complain about the smokey smell though. Ashes from my little roll of guilt had joined others' in the streets.

I tapped extra ashes from the cig and raised it again. Home was not too far now, so I took one last draw and let the thing drop, stepping on it.

I opened the door to the house, stepping inside. It was dark in the kitchen to my left, but the right side doorway still had the lights on. I stepped towards the fridge, opening it. Nothing too good lay inside, so I shut it again and went to the front room.

"Hey Ren."

Leaning over a paper and writing scratchily was a blond man, ducked over the desk. I was finding him like this more and more as of late.

"Hey Brea," he replied, leaning back. He turned around in the chair, smiling. His dark green eyes danced with lightness.

"Whatcha working on?"

Ren's lips slightly parted as he smiled, giving him an almost mischievous look- "almost" because if his life depended on him doing something involving mischief, he would lose it. "It's just a small surprise for you."

"What? Am I in trouble?" My stomach began churning. I didn't know what I did wrong, aside from smoking outside the "age limit", but stuff like that really didn't matter.

"Oh, no. This is actually a good opportunity. You'll love it."

"What is it?" I asked, wishing that he would just tell me.

"I'm not allowed to say."

"According to who?"

He stayed silent and I sighed, noticing he was still smiling. He looked proud and almost triumphant, something I rarely saw. Well... If he was good about it, it couldn't be too bad. I sighed and decided to drop it, going over and adjusting a picture on the wall. It was part of a small group of different photos, and depicted a pretty redhead with Durnig's warpaint and Ren, hugging each other and grinning.

"How do you think Kaede is doing?" I asked him, letting the frame go.

His voice held a tinge of sadness and a spice of hope as he answered. "I don't know. But she always did make the best of any situation. Maybe she's happy."

"Yeah..." I wasn't sure what else to say to that and hoped that I hadn't made a stupid mistake in asking.

"Anyway, you're home early."

"Oh, yeah, um, Himitsu was busy, and apparently so was everyone else, so it was called off. I decided to take some alone time."

"Ah." The slightly dampened merriment in his gaze fell completely. "Did you smoke?"

Just go ahead and lie. Say that you're definitely better.

"Yeah, I had one," I admitted. Goddammit, the whole reason I'd started the smoking was because Himitsu had insisted I try to be more of a bad girl type, yet I couldn't lie about it. No point in being all bad anymore, fucking hell.

"Ah, Brea," he sighed, closing his eyes. "We talked about this."

"I know, I know, it's just really, really hard to quit a-and, y'know, it's tough," I defended myself. I shouldn't have started.

"Well..." He rubbed his temple. "I suppose it is better. But still, just a little more, okay? Try a little harder."

"I will," I assured him readily. Shrugging off the vest, I left it over the chair, making the little bump of the rectangle box face him, as a kind of contract sign. I wouldn't smoke any more tonight.

"Thank you." His smile came back and I could help but give him one in return.

"So... I'm tired. I think I'll head upstairs for some rest."

"Alright then. I'll be up in maybe an hour, so if you hear something then, it's just me."

"Yup. 'Night then."

"Goodnight."

I headed upstairs towards my room, opening the door and kicking some dirty clothes out of the way. Once I somewhat cleared a path to the bed, I pulled off my clothes and grabbed a plain camisole and shorts. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.

"Rise and shine!"

My hands flew to my eyes as grey sunlight hit them. A groan from my chest mixed with a big yawn, combining into a sound out of a monster movie.

"Whoa, what the hell was that?"

"I don't know," I whined, sitting up with tightly shut eyes. I groped for the covers, scowling. Laughter hit my ear, soft.

"Wait," the boy purred. "Let me get in there."

"Fuck off, Mitsu."

He laughed and threw the covers over me. I laid facedown on the mattress, wrapping the blanket around me.

"I can't let you sleep though."

"It's early!" I protested.

"It's eight twenty-four, Brea," he chuckled. I could practically see the smirk crossing his lips.

"Bleh."

"Here, wanna smoke?"

Terribly, that was the only thing that would motivate me enough to raise the covers. Himitsu smiled, blue eyes glowing.

"What brand?"

"Your favorite."

I was going to take the pack, but drew my hand back halfway there and I sighed.

"What?" he asked, looking confused. "Did you decide you don't like these anymore?"

"No, it's just... I can't. Ren caught me again last night, a-"

"Oh, c'mon."

"I'm sorry, but to be honest, it's not a big deal."

"You're such a baby. Seriously," he sighed, slipping the pack into his pocket.

"I am not," I muttered, and then sighed. Himitsu rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, are you all packed up?"

"Packed...?"

He looked at me in slight disbelief before his expression turned amused.

"Ren didn't tell you?"

"Tell me...?" I was getting annoyed at these secrets.

"You're moving up in the world, darling. We're shipping you off to Konoha."

Goddammiiiit... I need to stop rewriting this goddamn fic. I'll never get anywhere with it otherwise! DX

Anywho... Did I say free hour to write? I meant free hour to do homework... Eheh...

It's been awhile, so erase everything you've read about Brea from your mind. She's different now. I'm in my World History class, trying not to fall asleep. Meehhh.