i I walked toward the door, where I knew a murderer was waiting for me, with the tools that would make my last breath short, and uneasy.../i

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The schools halls were always filled with children, my age, laughing,
giggeling, about their gossip. Moving around, making noises, I couldn't understand from my distance. I'd always been quiet, especially since I met ihim/i... His determaned, blue eyes, shining, and his perfect blond hair, made him seem like the perfect idol for me. The problem was,
like I said before, I was quiet. iVERY QUIET.../i
When I went to greet him, since he looked like he was from out of town, the only sounds I would make out were, "Um...Heh...Heeeh..." The almost not-human words made him laugh, as i blushed and walked away,
embarassed to talk to him again. It was only meant to be that we had almost every class together. Everytime he looked at me, I smiled, blushed more, and looked at my paper. I'd always doodle on my homework, when I was nervous, so naturally I startedd drawing sketches of his name, small, and hard to read. The paper was taken away from me, with a jerk, that told me it was him. biNaruto Uzumaki/i/b standing right in front of me, reading the sketches with hearts around it. I was scared, and had no idea what to do. He chuckled and copied a few things then returned my paper to me. I looked at the paper he had left on my table, as it read "iThanks for the answeres! believe it, cutie/i" He had only read the answeres, and not the confessions of my love toward him. I blushed a deeper red, while erasing many of my sketches, and quickly copying my classwork.
The bell rang for second period, and grabbing my bookbag was the biggest mistake, I made that day. Bag in my hand, and Naruto walking toward me, i dropped it on his foot, making him fall over, and scream. The boy screaming scared me. I appolagized many times, Naruto always accepting them, but I felt like he never meant it. I offered to help him with his bags, but he only repeated, "Will Your boyfriend mind?". Shaking my head, I stepped back, and blushed.
"I don't have a boyfriend, Naruto-kun." I said, no longer with that deep-red blush on my face. "I've never had one.". The blush returned, deeper than ever, the darkest, anyone would see on my face. I felt myself getting redder. He put his warm hand up against my forehead, and laughed.

"You got a fever or something? You look like you need to lay down, you're getting really red, and you're forehead it getting really hot...maybe you should-"
Being cut off, by me running into the math room, as I was supposed to,
Naruto stared, sighed, and walked into the math room. He did the most opposite thing I wanted him to do, by sitting next to me, and passing notes toward me, saying "why did you run away from me, I was only kiddin' around," he smiled a big grin. It made my heart sink, and I felt foolish to run away from him, if I had only known he was going sit next to me, in this class. I also felt crowded by the other 20 people in the class room, behind me, and Naruto, who was trying to rip open a bag of chips.

"I... I was going to be late, I uh, I'm never late... sorry, Naruto-kun." I fibbed. The rest of this day would be the same, sitting next to Naruto, blushing,
I thought I almost dreamt of him and I, but I hadn't. It was just a day-dream, that meant nothing. But it wasn't like a dream at all. It had seemed more like a vision of what would happen in the future.

As anyone else would, I tried to forget the horrid vision, or as my sister,
Hanabi would call it, a "daymare". I didn't tell her about it being a vision, and not a bad daydream, or a dream at all. I could slightly remember a dark room, filled with tools, and machines. I saw Naruto-kun, laying on a table, straight out, barely awake.
'How could I see this stuff...?' I thought. 'why would I even want to think about this stuff...? and why Naruto-kun of all people...' I wondered to myself, finally at home, laying on my bed, half asleep. I waited till morning to think about it again.

I yawned, as I got up, putting a beige shirt on, with black pants. Thinking about my "death vision", as I called it, I tried to think of a man that resembled a skinny female with dark hair, the color of brown. She had glasses, and clothing splattered with blood. I remembered now, a girl from school, with the name of Akira Tsume, a shy one, you would never think of her commiting a crime. She stayed away. away, away. She never smiled, or spoke.

When someone teased her of her silence, she would glare, then walk away, with a smile on her, so scary, it would turn you silenced in a heartbeat. Though, when I came near her, she never seemed to mind me, at all. Even though, once, by accident, since I'm a horrible klutz, I spilled red coolaid on her shirt. She never said a word to me, and with that evil smile walked away.

"Why would I dream about her...?" I asked myself while walking to the kitchen for breakfast. My sister usually makes breakfast, and my cousin, Neji, usually never ate it, thinking it was spoiled. Hanabi was, afterall, only about 13. I acted as if I were more in my twenties, but

I was only sixteen. Neji acted more adult than anyone, in this family. Us three, were the only ones living in my small appartment, with 3 floors. I had rented it, and fixed it up with Neji, and now we have lived there since Hanabi was eleven.

When I got to the train, on the way to work, it was saturday, which was when I usually worked the day shift at a novelist center, I thought about why I had a strange feeling in my stomach. As if something were to go wrong at any given moment. I put my purple end of hood up, and never took it off, inside the train.

There was a man in front of me, with blue hair, and a blue shirt. It was one of Naruto's friends, Sasuke Uchiha. I had only known him for a few months, but he wasn't normal, I could tell. When he got angry, or Naruto had bugged him enough, his eyes grew an angry red, and hadn't gone back till Naruto left him alone.

Next to the boy, was a girl, with bright pink hair, and another girl with blond hair, put up in four pony- tails. I believed their names where Sakura Haruno, and Sabaku No Temari, though I wasn't sure. All three had looked at me, unusually brutally at me. I pulled my hood in front of my eyes now, so I wouldn't have to see their harsh faces. Sakura, then, stared down, and pointed at me, mumbling something I could not make out. but I thought she had said "She's next, Sasuke-kun, right?". I sighed. I needed to get a grip over myself.

I arrived at my destination, finally taking my purple hood off, staring at the big building, looking down at me. I pushed the door open, slightly still a bit shaken up, about the train ride. I had tried to forget, but the thought of someone such as Sakura, who barely knew me at all, trying to kill me, was killing my thoughts about work, and none other, Naruto-kun, himself. 'What if he were going to help them' I thought to myself, still trying to shake it off, unsuccessfully.

I hadn't remembered the horrible way Temari had looked at me. She must have scared me the most, since I knew her the most. I knew she was friendlier than the other two, but the thought of her wanting to kill me, scared me the most.

What hadn't crossed my mind if if they went after Naruto-kun, and let him die, as in my vision. I was horrified, to think Naruto would actually die, according to something I didn't hear clearly. I must've mistaken what Sakura had said. But those faces... I would never forget them. Never in my life was I so scared, and I didn't want to work, worrying about Naruto.

I decided to leave work early, and walk around Tokyo, for fun, to get my mind off the recent scare. I went into a few stores, and baught a few black band shirts, then walked toward the train station again. Hoping they weren't riding this time, I got on the train, and sad in the very back, with only one man next to me. He looked friendly, and familiar.

The man, who looked horribly at the ground, was only, Naruto. 'why is ihe/i here...?' I was blushing, slightly, when I asked myself. 'no need to worry, he's getting off anyway... wait,
when did Akira get on? I don't remember her getting on...that's odd.'. I was now going toward her, trying to smile, yet, I could not bring myself to say hello. I was to busy remembering her in my aweful future, as I saw it now as not a vision, I was going ask, if she had ever seen anything like that. I sat next to the brown-haired girl, semi-smiling now, slowly loosing my smile, I asked "Hello, um, I don't think I formally know you, aren't you new?", was the only question I could think about, by this time.

She looked at me, with that same death stare I'd gotten before, "No.I've been here for a long time...very long time...". She'd stopped staring at me, and stared down toward the road, outside the window, to her right.

The sun was setting, and the street lights were begining to brighten, as I walked to the appartment. Opening the door, I almost fell on the floor to the sight in the kitchen. It was shocking and expected, yet I couldn't bring my self to crying, or screaming for help.