Meadow Gaze – A Naruto FanFic
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its characters I only own my OCs and the plot.
She sat there, drawing away like she knew she wasn't being watched by him. She knew he was there, but wasn't going to call him out; she was too nice for that.
She was drawing a beetle in a little jar with a magnified top, black head and underside, with thick black legs and a golden/green wing casing on its back. What had attracted her to it in the first place though, were the extravagant silver/grey eyes. She wasn't really known for her love of insects, in fact, people assumed she hated them, but now that he'd seen her like this, it was like seeing an entirely different person.
Alma was a new teacher at the Academy, she taught survival skills in a new course set up by the Hokage after a disaster struck down three new genin. She wasn't a ninja though, and it was a requirement that you had to be chunin level or above to teach at the Academy, so Shibi Abarume was curious about her. Even more curious now that she was in his private training field studying beetles.
She had shoulder length dark hair that had a deep purple hint to it, expressive hazel eyes and skin so pale it was nearly white. Some people said it was because she was a foreigner that men had been falling for her left, right and centre, the exotic cast to her features that ensnared them, but now Shibi knew that was wrong.
He'd met her as she'd arrived in Konoha for the first time, and seeing her surrounded by her five dogs, you'd be forgiven for thinking she was a close friend of the Inuzuka Clan. She had become close with them after that though, mostly because all the dogs were of breeds the clan had never seen before and because one of them was having an awkward pregnancy.
She'd even promised the clan that they could keep some of the puppies, much to the joy of the children there, now they all wanted a puppy…
Shibi kept himself concealed and moved a little closer, to see what Alma-sensei was drawing, and found that she was full of surprises. She was an excellent artist too it would seem, as far as he could tell anyway. Her now coloured sketch was almost like an exact copy of the six-legged critter sitting pretty in the jar. He smiled to himself; it wasn't often you came across women like her.
He watched as she packed her things into her satchel and as she uncapped the jar to set the beetle free. It soared away, back to the flowers where it had been captured, pleased as punch. Alma's gaze followed it and she smiled when it vanished from view in the long grass. She turned and walked out of the clearing to get back to creating lessons for her students, her soft pastel peach coloured dress with a pale yellow and pink flower design flowing about her in the gentle breeze, her head bowed in thought.
Shibi looked back into the clearing and noted that the grass where she'd been sitting was flat, and that there was a piece of paper sitting in the middle of it. Lightly stepping over to it, he picked it up to see what it was, thinking that the teacher must have dropped it. When he read it though, he only frowned and crumpled it into a ball before pocketing it.
It had read:
'You do know staring is rude, don't you?'
Shibi looked down the path the woman had taken back into the village, and then followed the same track to the market, that same frown plastered to his head.
(AN: I'm really enjoying writing this FanFic. Shibi Abarume is my guilty pleasure... I've stopped writing some of my other fics because when it comes to thinking up a new scene, I loose the will to live. R&R please.)