_The Terrible Boyfriend/ A Naruto and School Days Fan-Fiction_

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*Chapter 1: Act I- The Perfect Relationship...
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She screwed up. She messed up her perfect relationship with the most perfect boyfriend she ever had and she had ruined it. Katsura Kotonoha hated herself, she hated herself for being so selfish and inconsiderate to what her partner's feelings were. So she ran. Kotonoha had ran as fast as she could to find him. Through the cold night of December she ran with the intent to fix and undo the damage done. 'I will fix this' Kotonoha thought to herself, and she would, she would do better. That was a promise that Kotonoha would keep with her always. No matter how much it may have seemed to many, they were all wrong about him. They were wrong about him being a bad influence to her.

He was no bad influence to her, he was the perfect boyfriend, someone who really cared about her.

So she ran. She ran as fast as she could to find him, to be with him. Kotonoha huffed and panted, her lungs burning and her legs too. There was only one place, the only place where she could find him. Kotonoha hoped he would still be there, she prayed he would.

As if her prayer had been answered, Kotonoha had found him.

He had been sitting there in the cold, not a look of worry, nor a care in the world. His face, expressionless and void. A blank, lifeless look that he carried sometimes. The one she fell in love with, the one who was her whole world had long, shaggy black hair jutting out wildly in all directions and two long bangs framing his face. There were three, thick, feral looking lines adorn on each side of his cheeks. Dark circles were seen underneath his eyes, and his eyes were a dull lackluster blue.

He wore was a bluish grey coat with white lining and a white fur collar to it,there was a long tattered dark blue scarf around his neck with a mandala symbol etched onto his scarf, he had on black baggy pants and reddish brown boots.

Kotonoha saw him wear his coat all the time, and it seemed now that winter had come, it was filling out perfectly thanks to the cold month. After all that has happened between the two, a wave of nervousness washed over the young girl as she stepped closer to him.

There was a cigarette placed between his lips. And on the side of the side of his cancer stick, there were words, and those words read: 'Never Knows Best' on it. The tip had been lit, a thin wisp of smoke wafting and vanishing in the open air, a luminous dark red ring was seen slowly moving down where it left a trail of crumbling ash behind. His lips had pursed for a short second before moving slightly for him to exhale. A thick white cloud of smoke floated all around him before it vanished.

He hadn't noticed her even when she was just a foot or two away from him. He just stayed there looking out at nothing in particular before finally he turned and looked at her with those dull blue eyes.

Having a breath after the long run here, Kotonoha panted lightly, her chest rising slowly. Raising an arm, causing the baggy sleeve of his coat to fall, Kotonoha saw his black, elbow-length fingerless glove wrapped with reddish-brown studded belts. Taking the cancer stick from his mouth and flicking it away he finally spoke. "Don't you think it's a little late to be out at this hour?" he asked dryly, not showing an any actual sign of caring. Shoving his gloved knuckle in his coat pocket Kotonoha felt so much whirl of emotions swell in her chest.

Uncontrollably the tears had come and spilled from the corner of her eyes, "Gomen'nasai (Sorry)" she bowed, "I'm sorry for ruining our relationship. I promise I'll be more considerate to your feelings Menma-kun!" she continued to cry, whimpering, asking for his forgiveness.

He made no immediate response. "What are you talking about? And when did you suddenly become so bold as to call me Menma-kun" Menma was confused. Confused to understand why Katsura Kotonoha had come out this late at night, out in the cold on a December night and suddenly just start crying and apologizing about how she reuined their relationship.

She looked up from her bow, looking at him with those heartbroken and tearful eyes. "I-I ruined our relationship. I wasn't considerate to your feelings, I was always thinking about myself and never you. And I ruined it by listening to what everyone was saying that you were no good, that you were a bad influence to me. I'm sorry. I had broken up with you, I had messaged it to you" Kotonoha explained in her sniffling, whipping away the tears from her eyes with her sleeve.

Menma just looked at her, tilting his head before ruffling through the left side of his coat pocket and pulled out his cellphone. Buttons were pressed, beepings were heard and scrolling through his Inbox Kotonoha saw Menma's eyes move left and right as he read her message. "I guess you really did leave a message" he said before he closed his flip-phone and placed it back into his pocket.

Seeing him get up, Kotonoha went back to bowing. "I'm sorry, Menma-kun! Please! Please take me back as your girlfriend. I promise I'll do better, I'll cook better meals for you too" already she was back to being on the verge of tears. Her heart was pounding, her bottom lip quivering and eyes sealed shut at what would happen next. Hearing the scrapping of his boots Kotonoha felt her former boyfriend stand in front of her. She waited for his response. Waited for what he would say. Would he accept her apology? Would he still love her? That's when she gasped when she felt his hand glide through her long purple hair and gently cup her chin. Lifting her head up to meet his gaze Kotonoha found herself lost staring into his eyes.

He just kept looking at her. "Menma-kun" Kotonoha said, to distracted to realize his arm had been raised.

-SMACK!-

Hearing her gasp lightly, Menma had slapped her, hard. A red mark had appeared on her cheek. She looked at him, confused by his action. His face had finally changed, shifting to a familiar look Kotonoha had always seen at times. The corner of his lips curved back, his brows furrowed and eyes narrowed. He scowled at her, he was angry at her. "Just shut up Kotonoha, quit crying and quit apologizing"

If anybody were to have seen that, they would have assumed so much like they did before. Kotonoha knew it was her own fault. It was her fault and she deserved to have been slapped. She wanted to cry again, but not from the stinging she felt on her cheek. No. It was because the message was delivered in its own way by the boy she loved, delivered in his own way to tell her that it was alright, that he still cared, that Uzumaki Menma still loved Katsura Kotonoha.

Slowly Menma had brought the same hand he used to slap her and gently caressed her cheek. Kotonoha brought her hands up to his and nuzzled. "Menma-Sama" she said, slowly she felt his free arm coil around her waist and bring her closer to his body, bringing her closer to his warmth.

"Shut up" Menma said and embraced her tightly. Kotonoha hugged tighter, taking in everything that she could. She, she could still smell the foul smell of his cigarette, but it would be the scent she would soon come to love because it was Menma's scent. The softness of her hair brushed against his nose, having him inhale the lavender shampoo scent she always used. He smiled, a real smile. "Merry Christmas Kotonoha" was all Menma needed to say as they continued to share their warmth together.

*Author's Note:
"This isn't like before, because now I have a plan and it will work out in more ways than one. If you think School Days was fucked, well just wait and see because I am adding bits and pieces from the Manga Series of School Days, the visual novel series Shiny and Cross Days, and the anime of School Days. Welcome to the darkest recreation of my story and this time I am not holding back.

My previous chapters have been taken off and I have rebooted my entire story. Give reviews and tell me what you think because I do look over them and might put some of your ideas into consideration to my story.*