Butterflies
"Me? I'm nobody. I'm not skilled like Uchiha-san. I am not passionate like Haruno-san. I am not smart like Nara-san. I'm not as strong as Chouji-san. I'm not as collected as Aburame-san. Or as pretty as Yamanaka-san. I'm not as confident as Inuzuka-san. If anything, I'm like Hyuuga-san, socially awkward. Oh wait, no, she's just shy. The socially awkward one is me." OC! Team 7 remix!
Intro – Who's Namiki Aya?
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In a class full of clan heirs, and geniuses... someone had to be the dud. Most pin it on Uzumaki-san, but at least he stands for something. Sure, an annoying something, but something nonetheless. Me? I'm... not sure if my classmates have even heard me speak. I'm not even sure if Umino-sensei knows I'm here half the time, and he notices Aburame-san!
Mostly, I just keep to myself. I've had to. Without speaking to people, it's kind of hard to get to know them. Well, I'm sure it would be hard for anyone else. I'm a good listener. A really good listener. Unless it's a lecture. Kami-sama, Umino-sensei could drone on for hours sometimes about the stupidest thing! Like the history of the kunai. WHO CARES!? It's a tool, it's meant to be used, thrown, strung with an explosive note or something else that's USEFUL! Instead, he talks about how it was a farming tool that we kind of 'borrowed'.
I sigh. History is so boring.
Two of my classmates start chatting amongst themselves. It's all static to me though; crap about how cute and powerful and talented and insert-more-empty-and-clearly-made-up-claims-here 'Sasuke-kun' is. That boy wouldn't urinate on you if you were on fire... that's how you say it, right? No... Piss! He wouldn't piss on you if you were on... oh, never mind. I already ruined it, didn't I.
I can't wait for graduation next week. I hate being cooped up with these people. Maybe I'll end up getting killed on my first mission? Wow, Aya, way to make yourself feel awkward. I know I'm a shoe in to graduate, but now I'm kind of tempted to fail on purpose.
I sigh, wondering why I'm so weird. "Namiki Aya?" I turn to the person that called my name, wondering why anyone even knows I'm here. Oh, it's just Umino-sensei. I gaze at him, wondering why he's so fuzzy. Ah, glasses slid down my nose. I right my glasses, seeing the tanned and scarred man come into focus.
"N-nn." I noise, hoping he doesn't ask me a question or something. He calls another name, looking around expectantly. Ah. Roll call. Class is about to start. That's why he called my name. That makes sense. I look back down at my doodle, wondering if anyone would be able to tell it's a picture of him. I mean, I know I got the swirls down right, and the way his wild hair kind of points in every direction at the same time. And those adorable puffy cheeks!
My face heats up, just thinking about what his cheeks might feel like. "What are you doing, Aya-chan?" I turn to my left, finding a blond that's out of focus. Ah, glasses again. They keep sliding off while I'm doodling. "Is that..."
I glare at her, daring her to finish that statement. "Another drawing, huh?" She whispers. "That's the fifth one this week. And it's always him. You like him, don't you." I blush and look away, but I do make sure to fold up my doodle and stuff it into my pocket... I don't have a pocket...
Crap. I just shoved that doodle into my pants, didn't I. Subtle, Aya. Real subtle. Way to not draw attention to yourself.
"It's alright, I won't tell anyone." Yamanaka says, but I don't really know if I should believe her or not. "I could introduce you if you like, though. I mean, the three of us were practically raised together, you know."
My face, my ears, my whole head is on fire! I don't think I've ever blushed so completely before!
I look towards the door, wishing to be anywhere but here right now. I'd be too embarrassed to talk to him if she dared introduce me. Then again... I've been sitting next to Yamanaka-san for almost a year now, and I don't think I've ever said a word to her. Not on purpose anyway. I don't know what she's thinking, but I'm sure I don't want to find out.
"Good, we're all here." Umino-sensei announces, meaning he'll start with his lecture. I point my nose to him, but he's fuzzy again. Ah, glasses.
8-8
After getting home, and properly shutting and locking the door behind me, I sigh. Another pointless day at school. Umino-sensei has been 'reviewing' what we're supposed to know for the graduation exams. Again. Really, how hard is it to remember silly things like the Shinobi Code, or the vital organs, or all eleven countries that share a border with the Land of Fire? I sigh again.
Walking further into my apartment, I don't bother announcing I'm home. It's not like anyone will hear me anyway. Kind of the thing about living alone, no one is ever home to greet you. So instead, I just plop my book on my table and go into my kitchenette in search of a snack.
There isn't really much to this place. I have a two-seater couch –what do people call that again, a 'like-seat'(?)– that I usually take a nap on if the weather's hot. I have a wobbly low table I scored when some old couple down the street passed away – a matchbox fixed that problem straight away. I have a small fridge, with an even smaller freezer compartment that is usually frozen over. I've tried asking my landlady about how to fix that, but I've never really built up the courage to. And I have a four burner stove. That's pretty much it.
Well, I still have my bed, but a futon rolled up in a corner doesn't really take up much space. And I don't count the dishes in my cabinet, seeing as I only have two plates, two tea cups, and two pairs of chopsticks (the disposable kind that I replace every few weeks). Oh, and I have an electric water cooker. I kind of splurged on that last Christmas. I have no idea why, but it was on sale! I was glad to toss out that rusted kettle I scored from that same couple that passed away – it always made the tea taste funny.
Opening my fridge, I find my usual vices staring me in the face. Chocolate pudding, chocolate muffins (why do I keep those in the fridge again?), chocolate mousse, and a healthy stash of chocolate bars. Sure, there's also a half empty box of lychees, two bags of cherries, a still mostly full carton of peaches, and two orders of takeout (lunch and dinner), but those aren't exactly vices. Still, I'll have to make a trip to get some more takeout, or I'll have nothing to eat tomorrow after school. Well, that or cook. I cringe, thinking about the last time I tried cooking something – I'm pretty sure it landed me in the hospital.
Anyway, let me see. Chocolate, chocolate, or chocolate. Hmm, that's a hard decision to make, but I think the winner is obvious! Cherries! Yup, definitely che... didn't I want chocolate when I opened the fridge? I blink, wondering about that. Does it matter? I want cherries now! But I really had my heart set on chocolate... Both then? Yes, both.
I grab a chocolate bar and one of the bags of cherries. Hmm, maybe I'll get in some studying later? Nah, that'd be pointless. There isn't anything I'm worr... well, that's not entirely true. My taijutsu sucks. But that is something that was true last year too. Oh well, nothing I can do about it now.
Now I feel like a peach too. I grab a peach and close the fridge, before I start craving something else as well. Technically I should simply eat the takeout, my supposed late lunch. But, I just feel like chocolate... and cherries... and a peach! Crap, now I feel like spare ribs and an order of beef. Not that I even know what that tastes like, but I know the smell well enough to venture a guess.
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End Intro
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A/N: Not sure where I want to go with this story. It's just one of those things that ends up jumpkicking me a 2 AM. Sadly, some of my best ideas do that to me. Heck, if I remember correctly, that's how Cosmic Comedy was born too :P
Anyhoo! Let me know what you guys think, and if I should continue this story or not. ^_^