Hello! This is my first Naruto fan fiction! I have done other fan fictions before just not for Naruto and I am a little nervous about posting. I would like some feedback about my work! Thanks!
The sun made its appearance and it washed the room in its rosy pink glow. The room was simple. A bed with straight crisp orange sheets with multi colored turtles on it with a purple turtle quilt on top. A bedside table held a lamp for late night reading as well as an alarm clock that read 5:57 am. The floor was simple, hard wood with a large soft purple rug covering most of one side. Dressers were clean and dust free and held picture frames. The walls were white with orang and purple spirals painted across it. Bookshelves lined a good half of the walls chocked full of books and a few scrapbooks. A closed wooden chest sat in one corner, untouched, and next to it a orange fabric chair, one of those circular ones that look similar to a bean bag propped up sat as if it was waiting for someone to sit in it. Open windows let in the wind to play with its orange and purple turtle curtains. It was quiet and peaceful in the morning light.
If you were to walk into the room you wouldn't have seen its resident immediately. You'd have to look to your right, towards the bathroom door. There, a little to the right of the door was a white desk surrounded by a clutter of papers, books, notebooks, pens, and pencils. On the desk top several books lay open with scattered papers containing various sentences scribbled on them. A pair of glasses with black rectangular frames lay beside a hand. The hand belonged to a girl, maybe 11 or 12, who lay face down on a book, fast asleep. Her cinnamon brown hair had been fastened into a loose bun on the top of her head. Normally she kept it up to keep out of her face but on the rare occasions it was down it had soft loose waves in it. But the girl never wore it down because she found it annoying to have to keep to pushing it out of her face to read or see, that and it had a tendency to frizz. The lamp was still on suggesting she'd fallen asleep while writing. Her light blue pajamas even had small ink stains on them. She let out a soft sigh in her sleep.
If you had seen this girl awake you would have seen her crystal clear water blue eyes probably without the glasses. She only wore them when she was studying in her home. Even though it made reading easier for she rarely took them out of the house.
She was never far from a book or multiple books. Most of her childhood was spent in between soft ivory pages wrapped up in the knowledge contained in the ink. If you happened to spur conversation out of her- this typically meant finding her without a book- you would find yourself speaking to a intelligent young girl who found her books more interesting than people. Her habit of hiding in the pages and speaking only when required made many people think of her as a snob, but nothing is further from the truth. This girl is called Mitsumi Utsukushi.
Mitsumi heard the loud irritating ring of her alarm clock and snapped her eyes open. Crap, she'd fallen asleep while writing last night. Her face stuck to the page that she had been writing on. The ink had dried gluing her face to the ivory pages like, well, glue. She gingerly peeled it off her face wincing in the odd sensation. It wasn't exactly pain, but it wasn't really pleasant either.
Once she'd managed to free her face from it's literary bondage she dashed over to her alarm clock and slammed the off button. The ear piercing ring ceased its insistent call immediately. Mitsumi breathed a sigh of relief. Peering out her window she pink on the horizon. It reminded her of dawn stretching its rosy fingers clearing the stars for a clear path for the sun to begin its daily rise and fall. It also reminded her that she needed to get ready for school or risk being late and facing Iruka sensei's wrath when she got there.
She made her way towards the bathroom, weaving between towers of books near her desk. It was like a maze that only Mitsumi knew how to navigate without knocking a single book out of place or toppling a tower. She considered it her alarm system in a way. If an intruder came in they'd have to navigate the maze and they'd undoubtedly do something wrong and, let's face it, those books would make a lot of noise if they fell over.
Finally she reached her bathroom. There on the counter was the clothes she'd lain out the night before: a light blue shirt, white shorts, and a navy blue cardigan. After changing and fixing up her hair into a neater bun and putting it into place with her purple butterfly slip she began furiously brushing her teeth. She out the minty gunk. She was just about to leave when something shiny caught her eye. Her new ninja head band! She'd almost forgotten it! She grabbed the navy blue band and fastened it to her forehead. She checked to make sure it was securely fashioned and, when she was satisfied it wouldn't fall out while she was running, she briskly walked out into her room, grabbed her purple canvas bag and a few books and headed for the door. There was a good reason for her haste: if she got to the library quick enough maybe she could return these books and grab more before she got to school. All they were doing today was getting assigned their groups and who new how long that would take?
She was just about to leave her room when she realized she was wearing her pink fuzzy slippers. She let out an exasperated sigh and kicked off her slippers and instead grabbing her white flats. Flats aren't known for their ability to aide in kicking people and running away from enemies
She raced down the steps, taking them two at a time and dashed for the exit. Flinging the door open she sprinted down the side walk in the brisk, cool morning air. She clutched her bag to her chest to ensure its contents safe keeping. As she ran she had to curl up her toes in her flats to prevent them from slipping off. The heels fell out as she ran, making a slapping sound as they hit the pavement.
The sky was becoming lighter as the horizon turned orange. A few clouds hung over head, but not many. It looked like today would be another sunny day.
She hurried past people on early morning strolls and people grabbing their morning papers. She turned street corners with almost machine like precision until finally, out of breath and red in the face she found herself outside of the Konoha Library. She paused for a moment, listening to her heart race before walking inside.
Miss Chiaki was just removing her coat when Mitsumi came in. Her face lit up at the sight of Mitsumi.
"Good morning Mitsumi," She said in a cheery voice before taking her seat at her desk. "You sure are here early, don't you have school?" Miss Chiaki was a young woman with dark brown hair and kind dark eyes framed by black rectangular glasses like Mitsumi's. Her face was as gentle as her heart even if it had a few wrinkles. She was a tall woman, not overly tall but taller than most. She wore khaki skirts and sweaters most of the time. You know that smell you get when you open up a book for the first time? That delicious papery ink smell? That was what Miss Chiaki smelled like. She couldn't be more than twenty five years old.
"Yeah, but I wanted to return some books before and maybe grab some new ones." Mitsumi said. She began unloading the books in her bag.
Miss Chiaki chuckled. "I bet you've read half of this library!"
"Then that's one half of a library I haven't read yet," Mitsumi responded. She grinned. Miss Chiaki laughed. Miss Chiaki was one of the few people Mitsumi ever truly talked too. Miss Chiaki was practically Mitsumi's second mother. They'd hit it off from day one nearly 3 years ago.
"I'd think, when someone became a ninja," Miss Chiaki said wiping her eyes. "You'd have less time to read,"
"No way!" Mitsumi exclaimed. "I'd never slack off on my goal to read every single thing on these sacred shelves!"
"Right!" Miss Chiaki hooted. "Go pick yourself a few volumes before you go."
Mitsumi smiled. "Thanks Miss Chiaki!" She said then dashed to the back of the library where all the old thick volumes were kept. She passed the numerous tables and chairs, squishy armchairs, large sofas and, obviously, shelves with chocked full of books. Books on science and math, books on amazing adventures, books on art, music, poetry, and dance, books on self-help, books on the human body, books on just about everything.
As she passed the different shelves she counted them silently in her mind. "290… 291… 292…" Until she came to her destination: shelf 307. She walked into the row and ran her finger along the labels on the bottom of the smaller shelves until she found the one she was looking for and there it was, a thick green volume waiting to be read, all she had to do was grab it. She was a bit short for her age so she had to stand on her tip toes to reach the fat spine. The book's hard fabric-like cover, once smooth but now frayed from years and years of use, rubbed against her fingers. She pulled the book out and held it in her hands. She brushed excess dust off of its cover. 'Advanced Medical Science Studies: The Brain' it read in elaborate gold font. Seemed fun enough. She scanned the shelves for anything else that might be interesting.
As you may very well know this is not typical behavior for an eleven year old. Typically an eleven year old wouldn't even be in a library. They'd be outside playing with friends or just playing in general. Even if they were in a library they'd been in the kids section, not the medical sciences section, but then again, Mitsumi wasn't really your average eleven year old.
Satisfied with her choices she made her way to the check out.
"Advanced Medical Sciences Studies: The Chakra Network," Miss Chiaki read out loud a thick red volume Mitsumi had found next to the brain book. "My, you sure are feeling adventurous." Miss Chiaki said. "Have you had breakfast?"
Mitsumi shook her head. "I guess I forgot to on my way out." Her stomach rumbled as if it was scolding her for being so forgetful.
Miss Chiaki sighed. "It's your first day! You need the food!" She reached under her desk and handed Mitsumi an apple. "Here, have this,"
"Thanks!" She exclaimed taking the apple. "I'll see you later!" She said and left the library her head already buried in a book
Miss Chiaki smiled and slowly shook her head as she watched the door close behind Mitsumi.