This is something I started writing a while back. Like when I first started getting into Naruto. Just felt like posting it thanks to a song I heard today. Enjoy. Disclaimed where needed! Also the song in here can be found in the Devil May Cry anime. Don't know if that's the actual name but that is the right artist. It's a kick ass song.
Scarlett Hindricks is a dreamer, completely in love with someone who doesn't exist in her world. But god, if she wouldn't sell her soul to make him real.
Scarlett opened her eyes that morning to be greeted once again by her favorite sight. Her wall scroll of Gaara staring at her with that haughty look she loved to get from him. She smiled and stretched before giving him her special good morning greeting.
"Good morning Gaara. How was your night?" she giggled a little and rolled off her bed. It wasn't a very long fall, her bed was only a mattress on the floor with blankets strewn across it, plus a few Naruto plushies.
She took the time to deactivate her alarm as it started ringing for the third time that morning. She then went into her bathroom and plugged her iPod into the speakers she kept in there for showering purposes. Scarlett was in a good mood this morning. Who knew why? Her mood was increased in its goodness when one of her favorite songs started playing.
Future in My Hands by Elena Houston blared to life as she started her shower water. Sure it was a song she had found through another anime but she'd be damned if it wasn't a good one. As she showered that morning Scarlett couldn't help but pretend that her leg razor was a mike and sing along.
Man was she in a good mood. She just had that feeling today. That feeling that today was going to be one of those days she looked into the cabinet and couldn't decide which cereal she was going to eat for breakfast. Those were always good days.
Showered and dressed, Scarlett checked herself over before she started making kissy faces at herself in her bedroom.
"Can I get a piece of that action?" her brother's best friend Chris asked with a chuckle, watching her from the doorway.
"Only if you're offering me a ride to school." she replied without missing a beat. Now you might be wondering why her brother's best friend was in Scarlett's bathroom. It was simple really. Scarlett had a big family that didn't have enough rooms to house them all.
So her and her brother Henery, being the oldest children, had moved out to make room. Chris ran a boarding house, it was a family business, and with a little convincing Scarlett had been allowed to live at the boarding house. Her parents trusted Chris; he had grown up with her and Henery.
Henery however had been forced to live at the college dorms because their parents had deemed it best that he had guidelines to follow. Scarlett was responsible; she could handle living in a boarding house. Henery was a rocker who needed a strict hand. That's what her parents thought anyways. Henery and Scarlett didn't complain. It gave them breathing room and Henery practically lived at the boarding house anyways.
Having a dorm room wouldn't stop that from happening.
Chris chuckled again. "Only if you're ready in the next few minutes. I got an errand to run before work." Scarlett nodded. "Be ready in five." she replied, then gave him a quick peck on the cheek before pushing past him to gather her school stuff.
Scarlett's Naruto school bag jangled with many Naruto themed key chains and pins, as she strode down the halls of her high school. Ear buds shoved into her ears music playing to drown out the static of other kids. Scarlett was considered weird in her small town school. Girls her age didn't understand anything past make-up, gossip, or boys. Boys her age didn't think about much but sports, eating, or what girl was putting out.
Scarlett could have connected with the girls on the boy subject, if fictional boys counted. They didn't however and although Scarlett wasn't a total social pariah, she was still labeled a weirdo. People were nice to her because she was nice and didn't make waves.
That didn't make her any friends however, and she was often found alone reading her manga or nodding her head to some song on her iPod. She wasn't afraid to be different and show her almost obsessive love of all things Naruto. She liked other animes too and often sported t-shirts of them, but Naruto was the only one that had Gaara.
Gaara...Scarlett's one and only first love.
School wasn't a horrible place for Scarlett. She actually almost enjoyed it. Until lunch time. If she brought her lunch Scarlett was fine. She could shove a sandwich down her throat where ever she deemed it necessary, and would spend the rest of her time finishing any homework she had gotten. But if she had to go to the lunch room, she had to face Him. Scarlett would rather starve than do that.
Like most high school girls, Scarlett realized the importance of high school dating. She wasn't delusional and knew there was no way Gaara was going to come to her world and sweep her off her feet. So she had tried her hand a dating a real guy when she was a freshman. It had ended badly. She was now a senior and as much as Scarlett wanted to think she was over it, the truth was she was still bothered by it. She hadn't dated again after that, and avoided being around Him as much as possible. Classes with him she could handle, lunch room taunting she could not.
Scarlett had forgotten her lunch today. And having skipped breakfast to get a ride with Chris she was starved. So she had to brave the lunch room. Thankfully He seemed to be absent today. 'I knew today was a good day.' she thoght as she noted that lovely little fact. Her day was made even better when her boss called and told her she didn't have to come into work today. "Thank god." she said to herself after hanging up.
Scarlett hated her job but it paid the bills and supported her habit so she put up with it. Her boss giving her the day off gave her the next three days off, which was just fine with her. She planned to go home do some light reading or perhaps surf the net. It didn't matter so long as she got to live in her only little world of obsessive habits named Gaara. However her plans for lounging in her room were soon put to rest by her brother as she headed towards home.
Her brother was in a band with most of the boys who lived at the boarding house. Since Chris was in the band too they often practiced at the boarding house. The band wasn't horrible but they were loud and even Scarlett liked a little silence every now and again. They often started practice soon after Scarlett got out of school because that's when Henery was released as well. And Henery had just sent her a text notifying her of band practice.
Scarlett sighed. Now Scarlett could go home and listen to screeching guitars, go to her parent's house and listen to screeching kids, or...she could just hang out at the park down the street from the boarding house and enjoy a little quiet time.
She choose the last option naturally, and was found a few minutes later sitting on a bench as she enjoyed the greenery. Scarlett liked being outside sometimes. She would rather be inside with something Gaara related. But stepping back from everything was nice too. She pulled out her notebook and started working on homework she hadn't finished and just enjoyed the clean air. No electronics, no music, just air...and a million images of Gaara she kept thinking of.
He was an especially big issue on her brain right now and she didn't know why. Not that it bothered her. Scarlett was never too busy or distracted to have a good day dream about Gaara. So Scarlett shoved her notebook back into her bag and stared off into space losing herself in her thoughts. That's what Scarlett was drooling over when something big came crashing down from a tree scaring the crap out of her.
"What the hell!" she yelled jumping up and looking around for the source of the noise. She spotted a body laying at the foot of a nearby tree and quickly rushed over to help. It was facedown and was wearing some weird trench coat like thing that looked strangely familiar.
She kneeled next to it and was almost afraid to touch it. What if it was dead? Oh god, what if it needed CPR. Scarlett could certainly not do CPR. She had issues with other people's spit. That and she had never taken a class in her life; she hardly knew the first thing to do. Finally she took a deep breath and turned the body over only to find herself staring into the face of...Gaara?
What the heck was going on?