The paper flower
Another fanfic I started just to see if I can take it to the end. I have never written anything about PeinxKonan, so this is the first time. This plot takes place while they were still in the Academy, and they weren't friends and Yahiko… Okay, ppl, just think it was a random class and they were there without knowing anything about eachother, okay!
I don't own Naruto.
Konan's P.O.V:
Huh, another day in school. I didn't really care about the classes, because I couldn't do anything of the normal techniques. Everyone thought I was a failure as a shinob and I should give up and become an artist or something like this. I drew a lot, I painted a lot, I decorated a lot, I hand-made stuff a lot. I could barely walk up a tree. No one understood me and my art.
Everyone mocked me. Well, at least that was when they were around Nagato.
Nagato was the coolest guy in the class. All girls drooled over him, all guys wanted to be his friends and envied him for his powers. He seemed to know every jutsu before we learned it. He was called Pein.
And I don't know why, but he seemed to hate me. Though I never heard him saying anything about me, I knew by the way he looked at me he had something for me. The whole class knew this and they kept pretending to hate me too only to be his friends. What a stupidity. I swear, if I didn't want to revenge my parents I'd quit this dream, of becoming a shinobi.
There they all were, Nagato and his group! There were only boys, giving me hateful glares.
"Hello, Konan-chan." Nagato greeted me. I looked at him long – was he trying to make me embarrassed or something? Or was a joke between him and his guys?
"Hello, Nagato-kun." I replied.
"Hey, idiot, better call him Pein-sama!" one of his friends yelled, and I cringed a little.
"If not?" I said, though all my instincts were telling me to shut up…
And a punch came out of nowhere, directed to my stomach. It hit me fully and I felt the taste of blood as I coughed it up on the ground. Immediately all Nagato's friends were around me, kicking, hitting, swearing and calling my name. I looked up a little and saw he wasn't doing anything. Just looking down as I was beaten. With his eyes almost closed. Like compassion.
But he could never feel compassion, because he could never feel something that sounded so nice.
Eventually, all guys parted away and looked down at me how I hugged my bruised bloody knees to my chest protectively.
"Did you get enough, bitch?" that loud-mouthed one asked.
I shook my head as a 'yes.' I really had enough of their hate. For my whole life. Since Nagato and I became enemies I had no smile plastered on my face anymore like I used to, and my nights were haunted by nightmares, every single one of them having Nagato's cold emotionless eyes within.
"Now be a good bitch and kiss Pein-sama's feet!"
What did he just say?
"No need. Let's go." I heard his voice. He must have some sort of a sadistic pleasure seeing me bloody and pained like this. He likes himself a lot, so he likes pain a lot… lame, just lame.
I stood up after they left, and tried up not to collapse to the ground because of the soreness. All my muscles were aching, as well as my head. I felt my temple pulsing, and as I put my hand there I felt a bath of blood. One of those kicks must have crushed my temple. Nothing new. If I were to count the number of bruises, wounds and generally injuries I got because of Nagato I'd lose the count somewhere around a million.
I went to the bathroom, where all the other girls ignored me and then started gossiping about how cool 'Pein-sama' was because he kicked my ass. While I washed the blood I kept wondering why he had never hit me and let others do his dirty job. Probably he felt too superior to dirty his hands with my blood.
I hated him. But I loved he didn't hit me. But still I hated him. I hated him. Forever.
Any thoughts?