Top of Form 1
Hurried hands grabbed around. A Jacket, A lunch box, a hair tie and finally a book bag. Nami hustled out of the house with the hair tie held between her teeth as she struggled to pull up the long socks of her tacky school uniform. She tripped a few times, but managed to keep her balance. She pulled her hair back just before the bus pulled to it's stop. Out of breath and patience, she squeezed her way into the bus and moved straight to her normal seat in the middle of the bus.
A head of purple hair peeked meekly over the top of the bus seat in front of her and snickered. "Nice hair..." The feminine male said, pulling on his own braid of hair. Nami just rolled her eyes and fished a brush out of her bag before running it through her messy hair quickly. "Itachi over slept..." She mumbled, ripping out a decent amount of her blaze-colored hair from her scalp. No matter how much she brushed it, it turned into a fluffy mop on top of her head, though somehow, managed to look relatively neat. Nuriko waited for the bus to stop before sliding into the seat beside her, still laughing with light hearted intent.
Stuffing the brush into her bag, Nami pulled out the home work from the night before and instinctively, Nuriko pulled out his own homework with out second though and Nami snatched it, scribbling down his answers. She handed his paper back as the bus pulled up to the school.
"You should really start doing your own work, you won't get any where copying from other people!" Nuriko said in a nagging tone and Nami instinctively mouthed along with "Blah, Blah, Blah." Making a puppet with her hand. Nuriko huffed and crossed his arms, sticking his nose in the air, though it only made Nami smile. "Look, I'm not getting anywhere anyways, at least if I copy off you, I'm getting out of this hell hole." She nodded towards the school before standing up.
The Duo fled the cramped quarters of the bus and moved to the locker they shared. It was kind of sad. They shared a locker, homeroom class, and bus, but never before about a year ago did they actually meet. It took Nami in a hurry, nearly breaking the purple haired boy's leg to get them to realize how much they'd already had in common.
Though, the worlds they'd lived past their locker and bus meets were completely different. It wasn't that one was ashamed of the other, but the crowds they were in were far to different. Nuriko hung with the quiet kids, not necessarily unpopular, but never loud enough to attract any one's attention. Gaara, the class president and Hinata the writer of the schools advice column, were more his Forte. Nami on the other hand, was a loud slacker, and tended to hang around people like Naruto, the loud-mouth that was recently kicked off the baseball team due to his poor grades, and Kiba, who was always trying to sneak his pet into school.
As loud and lazy never mixes well with quiet and constructive, the two made their separate ways when the bell rang, Nami headed with her lunch straight towards the back of the school and Nuriko to their homeroom class.
Nami flopped down in her usual sidewalk square and coughed, waving the cigarette smoke from her face. "That's disgusting..." She grumbled, inching towards Naruto for protection from the toxins. Naruto laughed and pet her on the head like she was a puppy, ruffling up her hair. "You get used to it." He laughed.
Nami sighed and opened her lunch box only to find to her horror, it was empty. Her heart dropped, and she shook the empty box upside down a few times. "Damn it! Itachi!" She shouted, earning her a few strange glances from the others hiding along the wall. She slunk down a bit and sighed. "He forgot to pack my lunch..." She mumbled, yawning and laying down with her head in Naruto's lap.
Naruto wrinkled his nose a bit, squirming uncomfortably for a minute before settling down a bit. "Sure, go ahead and use my dick as a pillow, I don't mind." He joked. "Do you even have one?" A void quipped from somewhere down the hall. It of course, belonged to Sai, an abnormally tall and pale student who for some reason, had a thing for showing off his stomach despite the dress codes. His argument was that he bought smaller uniforms, no tampering was done, and he was breaking no rules. The school fought it many times, but they couldn't dig anything up to back up their case.
Naruto jumped to his feet, leaving Nami's head to crash onto the ground. She howled in pain and held her face before standing up herself. "Fuck it, I'll go sleep in class." She mumbled, making her way back around the corner. She slumped into a seat beside Nuriko as the bell rang and laid her head on the desk.
Nuriko blinked a few times, wiping his eyes to make sure he was really seeing this. "You're actually IN class!?" He said, holding his heart dramatically. "It's a miracle!" He gasped and Nami gave him the finger, her head still on the desk. "Bad day for outside..." She mumbled. "There's to much stupid out there."
"Oh, like you don't belong..." A blond said with a snicker, the pink haired girl beside her laughing with her before they high-fived each other. Nami sat up, fishing through her back pack before throwing a pregnancy test at Ino, the one cracking the jokes. Ino gasped at the test at the show of a positive sign. "I found it in the hall way and knew it just HAD to belong to YOU!" Nami said with a sneer. "Not returning it would be rude, so here you go." Instead of one person, the class erupted with laughter and Ino turned red with anger and embarrassment. "Come on Sakura, we're better than this." She huffed, leading the pink haired girl out with a snap of her fingers.
Nuriko just stared at Nami with a dumbstruck obsession and shook his head. "That better not have been yours..." He said in an almost warning tone and she laughed, waving it off. "It was Naruto's, Actually, we're still trying to figure that out." she grabbed the test back and stuffed it into her bag again as the teacher, Mr. Hatake scrambled in.
Nami hated her teacher, he was a pervert, and not to mention an over all creep. She looked at the door again, contemplating whether or not it was to late to leave again. Nuriko caught the look in her eyes and grabbed her hand. "Just wait it out, it's not like we do anything here anyways." Nuriko mumbled and Nami sighed, blowing her hair out of her face.
After finally setting himself up, the teacher took out a large envelope with smaller envelopes with everyone's names on it. "The school is running a program now and doing away with homeroom classes." He started, passing out the envelopes while Nami cheered in her head. "Instead, we'll be introducing a tutoring program." Nami's expression turned grave and Nuriko couldn't help but laugh. "Inside each envelope you will find out if you are a tutor, or being tutored. You will also find the subject in which the tutoring will take place and who your tutor or student will be." He said as if he'd memorized a script. Nami grabbed her envelope and tore it open, with a groan.
"I get to tutor Gaara in English!" Nuriko beamed, then frowned. "He seems like that would be a good subject for him." He scratched his head, reading over the envelope again. "Great... I get tutored by some guy named Sasuke-" She froze at the last name and dropped the envelope. "Oh well, not like I planned on showing up anyways..." She mumbled, remembering the boy Itachi was talking about.
Itachi had always possessed family problems, which caused him to run away later in life. The only thing he regretted at this time, was not taking his younger brother with him. And now, he was hated by him. He'd adopted Nami when she was eight, and raised her with help from his uncle, Madara, who Nami was growing more and more like on a daily basis.
"You will be meeting your partner today, please, gather your things, we'll be going to Ms. Yuhi's class." He said and Nami groaned, grabbing her bag. Though as soon as she got to the door, she walked off in the opposite direction of the rest of the class, only to run into someone. How she did it, she didn't know, seeming as they were traveling in the same direction. She crashed to the floor and held her head. "Watch where you're going, los-" The boy started, though the second he recognized the red hair his eyes narrowed. "Your that brat that hangs around Itachi..." He hissed, "Helping" her to her feet. His nails bit into her arm and she yelped abit, pulling herself away from him.
"Brat? What are you? A freshman? Watch who you talk to like that..." She growled, rubbing her arm, passing him up before making her way back to her spot on the wall, watching the sprinklers set off on a group of gym students.Bottom of Form 1
Cy and Sai gave Nami the creeps. That was the only way to describe it. Not the pedo-vibes she got from Mr. Hatake, just chilled to the bone creeps. They looked nothing alike, but had the same blank eyes. They talked the same, walked the same, and what made it worse, is that they were always together. Like twins conjoined at the hip. No, more like two robots, welded together at the joint. She shuddered as they passed her, each step matching the others like the movements were recorded, then processed. Step. Step. Step. She always felt bad about having such strange thoughts of them, they were never anything less than nice to her, but she guessed there were just some people who you were meant to hate, and unfortunately, Cy and Sai were those people for Nami. She watched them until they left her veiw and sighed in relief.
As usual, she spent her lunch in the office. The reasons were always changing. Being to close to someone smoking or drinking, skipping class in general, starting, bidding on, or being in, fights, or like today, destruction of school property. You could tell, she was far from an angel in the graces of the princapal, though she always used it to get out of school early. Itachi held his keys in his hand and leaned against the door to hold it open. After a while, he had given up on her staying for an entire day. He signed the paper, flashed his ID, and hustled her out into the parkinglot, where she scrambled into the back seat of his small red car. Itachi was quiet, unusually so, but it was something Nami had grown to accept. It was always "Time to wake up" , "What did you do this time?" or "Pass the potatos" with him.
On the other hand, Madara was a completely different story. He almost had two personalities, his usual self was abit on the bouncy side, which was highly strange for a man of his age. He spoke quickly and let his sentences run together and almost never sat still. Now was one of those times, he messed with his seat belt, played with the air conditioner, crossed, uncrossed, and recrossed his legs.
Eventually, he settled for turning around in his seat cmpletely, earning him a warning glare from Itachi. He rolled his eyes, crawling into the back seat with Nami. "How was your day!?" He chirped, causing Nami to lean back abit. "Short. Unwilling. not so much food!" She said the last line with emphasis, hoping to catch Itachi's attention with it. Madara's second personality, was a far strech from his first. He was quiet aswell, but not as much as Itachi. He was just quiet. His speaking was barely above a whisper and his conversations more serious. She personally prefered the first over the second, but when something actually happened, his second personality was always good enough to comfort her until the bouncy side decided she needed ice cream
Though he didn't speak, he apparently caught his blunder and pulled into the closest fast-food resturant, Mc Donalds. Nami jumped up abit, and Madara was bouncing again eagerly. "I want the chicken!" He shouted, earing, miraculously, a response from Itachi. "What CHICKEN, Madara? There's got to be a hundred things here with chicken." MAdara realized this and stopped, pausing to think. "I'll have a number three..." She mumbled, staring out the window. "Yeah! Three!" Madara repeated cheerfully before settling back down.
The rest of the car ride was decently quiet, the only major conversation being when Itachi scolded Madara for throwing his wrapper out the window. They pulled back up to the house and Nami crawled out as usual, walking to the door while Madara ran circles around her. He tripped and landed face-first in the grass, waiting there until Itachi helped him up. She threw her bag in the middle of the floor and walked into her room, flopping down on her bed before falling asleep.
She awoke at some point in the night with a start, hearing Itachi yelling about something. That wasn't good, at all. If he'd ever been frustrated or upset before, he didn't show it. Ever. Hearing him actually putting emotion into something was concerning and apparently, Madara new it too. The both had their heads poked out of their doors, trying to listen to what it was he was yelling about. On closer expection, he wasn't yelling at all, he was crying. Nami slinked out of the door way carefully, out into the hall. Madara had followed, and they leaned up against the wall, peeking around the corner. "He's on the phone-..." The girl pointed out, earning an eye roll from Madara. "Yeah, I see that." He hissed, causing Nami to shrink down abit. He frowned, rubbing her head before mottering an apology.
"I know! God damn it! I know!" Itachi growled into the phone, pacing with an angered expression, wiping at the fallen tears to make room for new. "You can't take her! I don't give a shit what you think!" He screamed, causing Nami to jump. She smacked her head into Madara's jaw, both of them groaning instinctively, catching Itachi's attention.
"Come out...We need to talk anyway..." Itachi sighed, regaining his calm demeanor, though his eyes were still blood-shot and his face still damp. Nami sat down at the table and rubbed her eye, staring up at him. "What was that all about?" She asked meekly and Madara helped himself to the fridge, his presense fading into nothing but back ground noise as her eyes locked with Itachi's. The older took a deep breath, tightening his hand into a fist. "They don't think I can raise you." He stated blankly. "My parents have been talking up a storm recently and I guess word has gotten around. They want you readopted." He said with a sigh, closing his eyes tightly, his expression shifting into one of anger.
Nami stopped moving. she stopped breathing, and she stopped thinking. She just froze, staring at the wall infront of her. Apparently, she'd started crying, because Madara was hugging her soothingly, almost screaming at Itachi. She was numb, she could hear their voices, but there were no words, just sound. She couldn't tell which voice belonged to who, and now, she didn't care. They sound grew louder until it was a loud roar then, it went silent and black.
She rolled out of bed when the sun was out and silently ate her breakfast, though she didn't plan on attending school today. She looked around the kitchen for a note from Itachi, there usually was one, but this time, she didn't find anything. She sighed and crawled back in bed for about fifteen minutes before someone demanded she get up. She blinked a few times before staring at Madara, who stuffed a bag into her hands. "We're leaving." He explained quietly, "Just for a while... If you want to stay here, it'll require some string pulling. Hurry up. Take some clothes and what ever else you need. Enough for a week." He instructed walking out the door.
This, was the half of Madara that Made Nami nervous, he was demanding, quiet, and at times, cruel. She pulled on Naruto's old baseball jacket, which she'd stolen from him at a party a couple weeks back. It was comfortable, and she didn't plan on returning it anyways.
She did as instructed, stuffing her scrap book, a few pens, a camera, and a bunch of clothes into the bag. It didn't stay closed very well, so she used clothes pins to keep it shut and walked into the kitchen. Madara had his own bag gathered and was scrawling a note onto the table. Nami peered over at it and he frowned before passing her a blank peice of paper along with the one he'd written and a pen. "Copy that in your hand writing. You're running away." He explained, running his hands through his hair.
Nami did, but added her own personality and signature. Madara read it over shrugged, and grabbed his own note before handing her a purse full of money. She wanted to question where it came from, but decided against it and sighed, staring up at him expectantly, only to get a blank stare in return. He blinked a few times before jumping in realization. He hugged her tightly and kissed her on the forehead, brushing her hair back out of her face. "I'm going to miss you, you know where to go, right? I'll come get you when everything clears."