I rested my head against the cold car door window. Slowly little droplets of water fell against it as the car drove down the dusty road. Thinking of my past life, the small town I called home, my 3 best friends Mina, Maggie, and Clover, the best high school anyone could ever go to, the mall my friends and I would always hang out at every Friday, the home I was raised in; all left behind. My mother, Clara Moshe, had been working as a flight attendant for awhile now and given the chance of a higher, better paid company; she took the chance. Sending my sister and me with her to the town of Kohana. I researched the place, it known for its glorious fields of flowers and gardens along with crops. It very inhabited, because of the high job rates well payment, acres of homes, and high education standards.
Suddenly the car slightly bounced, causing me to nearly smack my head into the glass window next to me. I heard a slight thump next to me and turned my head to see my sister, Sheila, awakened from her sleep by the bump and having hit her head against the window. She rubbed the sore tan patch of skin and evened her messy auburn hair, tied back in a long high ponytail. She and I caught each other's eyes, her gleaming emerald ones into my grey ones. Mother never really asked us what it would be like to move, or if it would be okay if we did. She just told us about the job and that we had to move.
I sighed and faced the window once more, the dark clouds above hiding the bright sun and holding the many tears I wanted to release myself but instead they did it. I noticed my faint reflection through the glass, my dark brown hair falling evenly over my head just as I had brushed it this morning, my side swept bangs nearly reaching my right eye and two bobby pins holding a some pulled back hair on the side of my head. The grey eyes I held blended in with the gloomy scene outside. Another sigh escaped my lips,
"What's wrong sweetheart?" My mom asked, I turned my head to see her similar grey eyes in the rear-view mirror, switching between me and the road.
"Nothing." I lied, everything was wrong, but I didn't feel like upsetting my mom just as my sister had done once before, the night she told us of the move. "Just bored." Another lie escaped my lips swiftly. My other smiled slightly, her peach glossed lips glimmering with the faint light outside,
"Why not listen to your iPod? Don't you have it?" She asked, I shook my head as I tapped the rectangular device with my foot on the car floor
"It died awhile ago." We had been on the road for almost 4 hours, of course when my mom get's a new job at the airport in the city which we will be living; we can't take a flight there.
"What about a book? You seem to like that one series, Nar-Narat-Nar-r-Naruto?" She managed to get out, emphasizing the u in the word. I did seem to have a fancy for the series, the plot line and everything especially the characters. I would stay up all night reading the novels, taking in everything. How each character was so different from one another yet so similar in some ways such as Ino Yamanaka and Sakura Haruno, each others enemies but best friends. Sheila and I took fancy to some of the characters; she was obsessed with the infamous Sasuke Uchiha, hanging posters of him all over her side of the room. Having a book bag with his name printed clearly on it, clothing mostly consisting of dark blue or black just as he had worn before the Shippūden; like she was wearing now, a navy v-neck short sleeved shirt with white skinny jeans, and she even got a secret tattoo of the Cursed Seal of Heaven, in the same very spot Sasuke was imprinted with his. Mother of course soon found out and unleashed her wrath upon Sheila, and searched her and I for any other tattoos. I was concerned of my sisters little obsession, she loving him and looking up to him as her hero, however she merely calls it 'highly favored'.
I myself seemed to have an attraction to the silver haired Jashinist, Hidan. I became a Jashinist soon after discovering the character of Hidan; just as Hidan did I held the pendant of Jashinism around my neck, just under my black tank top covered by my green hoodie, just under them were my light blue denim shorts. Often I would take my necklace out and place it over my jacket, treasuring it and my lord. I wasn't as high ranked as the silver haired criminal, I didn't torture people and then sacrifice them, and I didn't take an appearance of a skeletal like figure when I sacrificed, I merely gave amounts of blood sacrifices to Lord Jashin. Sheila was against what my religion was and accusing me of favoring an S-ranked criminal of the Akatsuki wouldn't do anything for me, I always reminded her that Sasuke later joined the Akatsuki. I did have a grudge against Shikamaru Nara, for burying Hidan alive in many pieces, and vowed I would never favor someone like him, always against the man.
Suddenly the small car came to a halt; I looked out the window to see a rather large 2-story house. Its red roof contrasting greatly against the white paneling. A stone pathway let up to matching stone steps and to the large wooden front door. In front of the car was a large white garage door in which remained shut as my mom turned off the car and stepped out. My sister and I mirrored her actions. A small breeze swept past us, blowing my long hair back. The rain had stopped, and small puddles rested over small patches of grass and the front of our driveway. I looked down either end of the long street, seeing many similar houses one next to another, resembling the house we had pulled up to. Each house having its differences but then again its similarities, each one having a large wooden front door, pale stone driveway and sidewalk, green grassed front yard, 2-stories. However some had porches, there were different numbers of windows on the 2nd floors, there were cars in some while others were vacant, the roofs were different colors while the paneling-
"Lelia?" Asked a familiar voice. I turned and my sister was staring at me confused, multiple bags in her tan hands. I smiled slightly and helped get bags and boxes out of the car. I stepped down the stone walkway and up our front steps, into our new house. In front of me were long polished wooden steps leading up to the balcony of the second floor.
"Lelia, I got this box if you can get the others." My mom took the large wooden box from my hands, snapping me from my thoughts. Mother had told my sister and I that we just had to pick the furniture from the furniture store and they would move and set it up for us. It was true despite my doubts. I notice the familiar furniture of the living room to my left and the dark wooden furniture of the dining room to my right. We only had to unpack our antiques and knick knacks along with personal items. I find this cool, and I realize I'm not the only one as Sheila stood next to me, wide eyed and mouth open as she stood gawking at the scene before us.
Flumping down on my newly dressed bed I took in its softness and let it consume my tired limbs. My eyes closed as I slowly drifted off into slumber, almost 4 hours had gone by of unpacking and putting away. It was now the afternoon, the newly visible sun was setting into a scarlet sunset behind the houses in front of ours.
"Leila!" Yelled my sister from a nearby room, I heard the door adjoining hers and my rooms together open and soft pats on the carpet floor follow. I groaned and opened my eyeliner traced eyes
"What is it?" I asked as I looked at her, her pajamas placed neatly over her slim body, the white pajama pants holding numerous Uchiha clan symbols with a navy cut off shirt, ending just at her belly button.
"Do you have my black nail polish?" She asked with her hands on hips,
"Nope. I have MY black nail polish." She glared at me as I let the words flow out of my mouth with a grin,
"Gimme." She demanded, I sighed not in the mood for her incessant rambling and arguing if I didn't tell her, I pointed to my oak desk at the opposite wall of my room, on it held various stacks of books and make up items I had yet to put away. Seeing her walk over and squeeze through everything as if she were searching for a lost diamond, soon causing a season of my Naruto books to crash to the floor; behind them revealing multiple nail polishes one of them consisting of black. She smiled and walked back into her room, it in hand.
Another sigh left my mouth as I closed my gray eyes once more, hoping for some rest. Suddenly the rhythmic chimes of the doorbell rang, consistently over and over again. If a vein could pop from the corner of my forehead as it did in an anime novel then mine would be doing just that.
"Can someone get that? I'm making dinner!" Yelled my mom from downstairs, nearby another familiar voice rang out, "My nails are wet!" signaling it was my sister. I launched myself from my bed with a large groan, and ran out of my room furiously. The annoying chime of the doorbell never stopping and seizing to annoy me as I charged down the steps of our new home. Jumping from the last step my tan feet landed me in front of the large oak front door, the chimes louder up close. Quickly my braceleted hand grasped the silver knob and swung the door open to reveal multiple people. My eyes widened at them.
A young girl around my age stood in front, holding a rather large plate of cookies while her other hand rested on the small doorbell button, when she noticed me her doorbelling hand quickly flew to her side. Her wide green eyes stared at me happily, a black hair band rested atop her head over her very light red hair, bright pink one would say. It was tied back in a small short pony tail, her bangs split in the middle resting on either side of her face. She wore a red sleeveless top, with a light denim mini skirt contrasting greatly to the black sandals over her feet. My eyes roamed to the people behind her, another girl, one with long bleach blonde hair tied in a high ponytail with side swept bangs covering her right eye. Her turquoise eyes looked at me with a smile on her face. She bared a violet tank top with a light purple scarf around her neck. Her arms were crossed but held white and purple bangles. Her bottoms consisted of a dark purple, almost blue skirt ending at her mid-thigh in which showed black leggings and down at her feet were similar shoes to the sandals the girl in front of me wore. On the other side of the one in front of me was a guy, he held very tan skin with similar blonde hair as the other girl except his was short and in a mess on top of his head as if he just woke up however his eyes showed differently as the widely stared at me, happiness etched in every corner of the sea blue eyes. His hands were behind his head as if holding it up, a bright orange hoodie rested on him, underneath a black t-shirt, and dark blue baggy jeans complimented by dark blue sneakers. My mouth slowly got wider as I looked at the people in front of me more and more. Switching from each of them over and over again.
"Hello?" Asked the pink haired girl in front of me, I was snapped out of my thoughts and released the silver door knob I was squeezing ever so tightly. I whipped my sweaty hand on my leg as I answered,
"Um, what? I mean yes? Hello?" My voice frantic and fast as thoughts bounced around my mind.
"I said, Hi my name is Bloom, this is Ilah (ilah) and Nathan. We are all neighbors down the street and noticed you just moved here, so we made some cookies as a welcome to the neighborhood present." She spoke; her petite voice worded the sentence kindly as she shoved the plate of cookies towards my chest. Slowly my hands found their way to the bottom of the warm plate and took it hesitantly.
"Who's at the door?" The familiar voice of my mother was close as she came up behind me and into view of the visitors; she was whipping her hands with a washcloth while her eyes roamed the guests in front of us. "Oh hello." She spoke happily a smile keeping every word. The peculiar pink haired peppy girl in front of me explained what she had just told me once more earning a very big smile from my mom in return.
"Oh how sweet, thank you." She said happily "Leila, don't be rude invite our guests in." My mother said to me while taking the plate, before she could walk away the blonde girl 'Ilah' spoke up
"Oh that's okay; we just came to welcome you. In fact my mother and father wanted to invite you over for dinner tomorrow night?" Her shoulders shrugged in suggestment over the invitation, I smiled a fake smile and shook my head as I was about to thank them but gladly tell them no when my mother spoke before I could
"Oh how lovely, of course we would love that." She said happily, overjoyed at the fact she was making new friends so quickly "What time? And where?" She asked quickly
"It is the house with the green roof down the street with the purple mailbox. The name on the mailbox is Yalloka. And they asked for around 6?" She explained nicely, her petite voice matching 'Blooms'. Mother nodded fastly,
"We will be there, oh if you don't know I am Clara, this is my daughter Leila and my other daughter Sheila is upstairs." Everyone nodded in one fast movement as if cloned,
"See you tomorrow then, goodbye." They all waved as Bloom bid us the words and walked away. I closed the door, wide eyed as my mom walked back into the kitchen mumbling of how nice the cookies were and 'what great kids'. Coming to my senses I bolted up the stairs as if a masked murderer was coming to chop my head off and ran into my sister's room,
"Sheila!" I screamed, my sister jumped from her bed and fell onto the floor; I couldn't help but laugh at how I nearly scared her from her skin.
"What is WRONG WITH YOU! She screamed getting up, rubbing her head.
'You know the people at the door?"
"I know of people at the door, why?" She asked as she walked herself over to her dresser, fixing some recently added curlers in her hair.
"Well they look almost EXACTLY like Sakura, Ino, and Naruto." I said frantically staring at her the whole time waving my hands wildly. She chuckled some as she put lotion on her face
"Yeah and the mail man looked EXACTLY like Kakashi." Sarcasm oozed over her words as she gently rubbed the lotion into her cheeks.
"I'm serious here captain butt face!" Slowly I described the guests known as Ilah, Bloom, and Nathan. And slowly the expression on her tan face changed, from a smile of a joke, to nothing but doubt in what I was describing and then she held no emotion but that soon changed into a concerned and confused frown and curiosity etched all over her emerald eyes. She turned to me
"Are you serious? What were their names?" She asked, her voice serious but I could tell she was hiding excitement
"Bloom was the pink haired, Ilah was the blonde haired, and Nathan was the blonde boy." I said as I slowly began to pace, thinking of everything about what I saw when I met those very people, their actions, their facial expressions, their words and voices, their appearances. Sheila walked over and sat on her white sheeted bed and gently sat on it with a deep thought rolling all over in her head.
"N, Nathan-Naruto. I, Ilah-Ino…and you said that the name on Ilah's mailbox is Yalloka?" She asked while looking at my pacing body, I nodded frantically as I thought over Bloom's name. "Ino's last name in the series is Yamanaka..Yalloka…oh god this is really weird. But wait, the pink haired girl's name is Bloom, right? So at least it's not Sakura, we have hope there." She laughed at her realization and shouted 'yes!' while fist pumping the air but I merely shook my head
"No wait, think about it." I said, stopping my pacing and holding I finger up as she stopped her fist pumping. "Sakura in Japanese means cherry blossom and cherry blossoms are flowers…which…" I sounded out the sentence, signaling her to finish it
"Which…blooms!" She shouted angrily, falling back onto her bed, kicking her feet wildly like a child who didn't get what they wanted. There was a long silence but it all ended as Sheila flew back up, the pink rollers in her hair nearly flying off her head. "Do you think there is someone who looks like Sasuke?" She asked with a smile on her face happily, her hands clasped together tightly under her chin. My eyes went wide at her comeback and I shook my head as I walked to my room, slamming the door.
What is going on in this neighborhood?