The Legend of The Beautiful Highschool Girl

Chapter 1: Introducing: Kumiko Maaka.

+Cleaned First 2 Chapters.

"True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen."
-La Rochefoucauld

Understanding my feeling's isn't something I really wish to convey to you. Im sure as a human being you are more than capable of understanding how I feel through such a medium. We are all human's, we are all unique too. Refusing to follow the mainstream is something we all strive for, yet something so little achieve.

High school isn't really my ideal world. It's full of people who love to make me life a misery. Full of people who adore making themselves seem superior to me for amusement. Mocking me, Stealing my possession's. Throwing me to the ground, it's something I deal with day in and day out in my school, having no friend's to call my own.

Having to tolerate staring eye's of those Bastard Uchiha children every day of my life. Being talked down to by the uptight and "Too good for me" Hyuuga. All the to being ignored by almost everyone else.

Life is a fucking misery.

I don't really see what make's me so different. I have long Blonde hair to my higher Back, I wear fashionable "Geek" glasses. I wear the same clothes as the most "Popular" people in school. Yet for a reason unknown to me, I am despised by my entire student body.

My name is Maaka Kumiko. Or for those who live in the west. Kumiko Maaka.

I stand at a fair 5 Foot 8 Inches. I'm currently underweight. I'm incredibly longsighted. My favourite colour is Gold. I have the same meal everyday when I come home. Sashimi and Nori.

I live alone in a Giant apartment Complex. At only 17 year's of age. and 'Secretly' a Director's Daughter. My Apartment is about the same size as any Detached Upper class House. I have 6 Bedroom's, 2 Bathroom's, a Kitchen and 4 Living Rooms, More a penthouse than anything.

Also.

I have no friends.

See? Even through word's, I can tell you are warming to me already, Has Sympathy struck you yet?

I attend the KonohaGakure (Konoha for Short) Co-Ed academy. A Special academy for those who are specific in which Career path they strive for.

Sport, Art's, Music, Literature. Everything is provided for you. And with such specific courses for specific people. You get the various cliques around Campus. Strongly tied together, highly intolerable of one another. Hostile, Even.

I don't belong in any of them, I excel in Art and Music, as a Harp Player for 8 Year's, and a painter for 4. It seem's I would make friend's easily, right, In my clique, right?

Not so.

I don't see how I could explain it all without simply having the story read to you.

Life at the minute, as I said is miserable. For many more reason's than school.

My mother was taken from me at age 6 in a car crash. In the Shinjuku district of Tokyo Central. My Cousin was also taken from me, leaving me in a blood filled wreckage, with my cousin's mangled body to my side. And my mother's almost unrecognisable figure above me.

I've never quite been the same since then.

I wonder why I didn't die in that crash, why my Cousin could not of survived and continued in his Doctorate exam. Became a well respected GP, earned money, raised a family and made a name for himself.

Why my Mother of only 38 didn't survive. A famous New's reporter with a Promotion on the Horizon, well payed and well known. Respected throughout our district.

Then I wonder why the Giant 18 Wheel Lorry that sideswiped us with it's enormous frame. Spared the life of a blonde haired, Cocky, loud mouth alcoholic, Drunk at the wheel, with a cigarette pursed in his Lips.

He casually strolled from his Cab and over to our car. Noticing what he had done on his way there. Whilst I do truly believe he was sorry for what he did. Forgiveness is something I cant out to somebody who killed my side of the Family. He leant in, grabbing my on my Left Boob "Accidentally" Before pulling me out. My arm burned and glass in my leg's, he, along with everyone else in Shinjuku phoned for Emergency services.

I was bleeding from my mouth due to the fact The front seat crushed my rib's when I was flung sideways. The rear windscreen's glass shattered, leaving a bed of glass for me to land on. And the open window happily let my arm dangle out and scrape along the pavement at 20mph as we rolled over.

He was never Apprehended. The Police never found him. Searches were made in Vain. But he was never found.

He ran the second the Emergency services were on there way. Leaving me in a lovely pool of spit and blood. The smell of Petrol made my brain throb. And stung my leg's like nothing else when it touched my open wound.

I spent 2 Week's in hospital. Mostly for Trauma, Losing my Mother in second's...Due to that one man...

I remember his name to this day, the reason for my initial Pain and Suffering.

Namikaze Minato.

Enough of that, though. Dwelling on the Past serves nobody favours.

I'm a fairly happy person despite the suffering I go through. I walk with a spring in my step to music I enjoy, I stare affectionately at the Guy I like. I spike my hair at the back, much like in Manga, my Bang's go to my shoulder, Blonde with Black highlight's, then spikes at the back. It look's amazing, really.

I've been told my Green Eye's are nice, Too.

Artistic, apparently.

All in all, for you simple minded people.

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I'm different. I love Rock Music. Yet I play a harp.

I can sing. Yet I choose to remain Quiet.

I have Big Boobs, yet I wear a waistcoat.

I have long thin legs. Yet I wear tights.

I can fight as well as any boy. Yet, I'm a pacifist.

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Everything that swing's in my favour is something I dislike. And I guess the world, in turn. Return's the favour direct to my doorstep, With utter malice.

Today is another school day for me. Wearing the same Japanese Schoolgirl uniform you see every girl wear. With the Addition of Eyeliner.

Lot's of eyeliner.

Around my eye's like a Panda, Almost (Only about 1 Centimetre)

I walk outside clutching my A3 art book in my 2 Hands. The smell of the Market stall's down the road pleasing to me. With each step down the street. Car's pass me and people stare, Children. Mostly.

"Wow, Look at her!"

"Look, Mommy!"

I'm used to it. People have a right to think what they think, Either good or bad, I take myself for who I am, and I enjoy being me. Being a Maaka. The daughter of an Oil Baron. Through Ill purpose I do indeed love my father, Despite his infrequent visit's.

He moved me into Konoha 2 Year's back. It's a fairly large Village, with a population of around 7000. From young to old. In Eastern Japan, deep in the country. It lies.

I walk down the road to my school, staring at my feet. Black Converse Shoes and tight's kicking stone's down a busy road. Listening to the sound of shop's opening Shutter's, closing my eyes as I listento my Favourite Music Artist's on repeat. Even as I reach the School gate. My mood never fade's, I don't get sad that Im going to spend the entire 6 Hour's being relentlessly teased.

I get to seem him.

He brighten's my day up enough. Enough to keep me going anyway.

As I draw closer to the school gate. Younger children run past me, looking back as they do with an Affectionate smile. Before carrying on down into the school Grounds.

They don't tease me.

Beginning to remove my earphones as I draw even closer into the ground's of my school, I see Tree's packed with Cherry Blossom, I hear music coming from the Music Department. I can hear Rehearsal's from the Drama club.

My ear's don't lie to me. They don't hurt me. It's my eyes. My fucking eyes.

I open them to see, and eventually feel the stare's of everyone on Campus. They stair at me with confusion and Envy.

Yes. Envy.

I'm different. I have the ball's (Not Literal. Trust me) To be who I want to be. They don't have that courage. So they put me down. Whilst I can feel safe in solace knowing people want to be me.

To have the courage to have hair like mine. Listen to the Music I listen to. Act and work as I do. It's almost humbling.

Entering the main Building, up the stairs, I turned the corner into my classroom. Promptly taking a seat in the back corner of the classroom. Behind the Loudmouth Inuzuka Kid.

Kiba.

I sat there, almost enthralled by his conversation's with other's, His obsession with Dog's paramount to his lifestyle. He acted like one, and he let you know about it. Even going to such length's as bringing in his small white, rather cute Puppy Akamaru.

Across the Room sat the Kind hearted, Well mannered Sakura Haruno. We never spoke. Yet she never made me feel like trash. I wish she would come and speak to me. At least make me feel wanted in the School.

They are the only Student's worth noting. The rest are Average. They are not unique, they are loud, but stupid. But since we are in the same Tutor Class, they don't give me much Hassle.

The Morning Tutor went smoothly. I sat and drew at the back of the classroom. The sun shone on on my book as a drew. A Simple drawing of what I saw in front of me, The back of Kiba's Head, the Desk's and Smiling faces.

As the Bell rang I stepped outside into the cold hall. Last out, making my way into the crowd of people rushing to their next lesson.

This is when I get to see him

Eagerly looking above shoulder's of the people in front of me. Ignoring the people who barged into me. I caught a glimpse of his Yellow hair. To his forehead, his hair standing out from the rest of this Monotone clash of ignorance.

He walked into a small clearing, Full bodied and staring right at me for a second.

The most popular boy in School.

Uzumaki Naruto.

Love, Sex, Lies, Tragedy, Pain, Suffering, Drama.

Surely they will follow, right?

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A/N – Kumiko is my Original Character, She will meet with the Naruto cast. Who are all in Character. Fall in love, The usual Business.

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