DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto & the characters, but I do own the OC and the plot.
FOOL FOR YOU
Chapter One - Die Happy
I blinked several times. Is he talking to me? Me?...Well, yes. He is.
He is looking at me.
Directly in my eyes. Sigh. His beautiful dark eyes meeting mine. Okay, snap out of it, Miu! This might be the only chance I have in conversing with the man I have watched from afar.
"….uh…" Crud! What did he say again? How can I respond when I forgot what he said? I'm such an idiot!
Maybe this is all a just a bad dream. Someone pinch me!
Wait. In second thought, don't pinch me. Maybe this is a good dream. I am standing right in front of him. This is a blessing! There's no way in real life he'd give me the time of day! I should be glad I'm speculating this.
I have stood here in front of these specific shelves of publications –book in hand– as I watched the shinobi study at his usual table. But…I didn't expect a handsome man like him to have troubles in gaining friends. Why does he constantly read books on how to make friends? This scares me a little. But as I continue to contemplate him, he did not seem to be vile…but rather funny.
"Excuse me?" His smooth voice broke me from my train of thoughts.
"Y-yes?" I stammered.
But this doesn't feel like a dream. I do feel like I am really standing in front of him. I can sense him. I can sense the warmth on my cheeks. And I can also sense how idiotic I must look staring at him and not even being able to give a decent response to his statements.
"Hmmm…" He mused as he turned his gaze to the book in his hand.
Is he trying to be friends with me?
No. He's probably just experimenting with the knowledge he gained from his study.
I frowned. Am I just a guinea pig?
Is he not interested in becoming friends with me?
Or am I just plain not interesting to him?
"Are you okay?" He asked noticing my expression.
"Y-yeah…" He wasn't convinced.
He started turning pages in his book, after a moment he had found what he was looking for and stopped at a certain page. He started reading the content and trudged back to his usual table.
I sighed –mentally kicking myself-as he sat down on his seat. The only chance I get to talk to him and I screwed it up! Great job, Miu…NOT! I slammed the book in my hand to my forehead. Hard. I officially hate myself.
I felt someone's gaze. I froze. I slowly lowered the book and looked at Sai, who saw me hit myself in the head with a book; he surveyed me with a curious expression.
Great. Now, I'm more of an idiot in his eyes.
I gave him a sheepish smile. I did not want to humiliate myself again in front him, so I decided to leave.
Crestfallen. I dragged my feet elsewhere.
I found a table where I'm not able to get a glimpse of him, it made me sad but I think it's better this way. I should stay away. I sat on the chair and read the book that I have always read - 'How To Feel Certain'.
Yes. I know. Pathetic, right? I can't talk to people without being paranoid of what they think of me. That is why my only friends are books.
"Excuse me." I heard someone say from behind.
Damn. Another conversation.
Sighing, I turned to the person.
My eyes widened. I get to have another conversation with him?
He was smiling at me. I felt my heart melt.
"Hi..." I mumbled standing up, facing him.
He handed me a scroll. "Here."
I stared at it curiously. What's this?
"You looked upset awhile ago, so here. An apology gift." He answered my silent question. He must have learned about the 'apology gift' thing from the book he was reading.
Nervously, I accepted the scroll. He watched me with a smile.
"Thank you..." I said staring at the scroll.
"You're welcome..."
I gave him a smile. Second conversation and I got a gift! I am so gonna do the victory dance at home later!
I opened the scroll, butterflies in my stomach. As soon as I saw what it was, I could almost cry out of shear happiness.
It was a rose. He drew a beautiful, simple rose.
"Thank you!" I spoke breathlessly. "I love it."
"My name is Sai." he introduced himself -although I already knew who he was- offering a hand.
"Miu." I replied, taking his hand and gave a light shake.
His hand was cold and smooth. I felt myself flush. I did not want to let go, but if I didn't, I'd just look like an idiot again, so reluctantly...I let go of his hand.
He gave me another one of his beautiful smiles, before he walked away.
I can officially die happy.
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