I haven't posted anything in a long time, wow! Although, only about nine people have viewed this story so far, so I don't think it was a devastating blow to too many people. For the nine who have viewed this story, however, I would like to say THANK YOU SO MUCH!
It's July 7, so in honor of Kiba Inuzuka's birthday, I am posting chapter two for your viewing pleasure. And, once again, I'd like to beg you for your reviews. It makes me happy! It motivates me! IT HELPS ME BREATHE!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. But you all obviously knew that already =3
Before I continue with my fabu-less (yes, fabu-less. Not fabulous.) rooming assignment and folder contents, I must first say that I have never liked the idea of having a roommate. I have this theory that people who decide roommate situations pair up the most incompatible people. I'm almost positive I'll be sharing a room with some cheerleader for the next two years who's going to plaster posters of boy bands up all over her side of the room and be in love with some high school quarterback and have celebrity crushes and borrow my clothes without asking and love the color pink and will want to stay up all night giving me a makeover because she can't be known as "the girl with the ugly roommate".
Okay, so maybe I don't think it'll actually be like that. I'm just making up excuses because I don't want to be paired up with somebody else who thinks I'm a freak.
But God forbid it's that pink-obsessed, apparently-in-love-with-Sasuke chick, Sakura. I swear I'm stealing Sasuke's car and running away to Ireland if that happens. Before you ask, the answer is no, I do not intend to drive to Ireland in his car. Or any car. And I choose Ireland because I find Irish accents completely hilarious. And they seem like a fun group of people! Come on, having a party for a dead person instead of a funeral? How awesome is that!
I'll go back to being serious now. Or serious enough. The folder was a simple manila envelope, slightly torn in one of the corners, and somebody had slapped a sticker with my name onto it. Somebody-probably Sakura, judging by the ink's pink color-had doodled a few hearts and a flower near the bottom. She probably got bored waiting for something exciting to happen. School didn't even start for another three days, and she was just waiting for new students to meander into the front office? I'd have quit before I started.
The first sheet of paper had a map of the main school building. Lordy, it was big. We had rooms for all the regular classes, like maths, languages, history, literature, and sciences. But then we also had two different classrooms for studying music-classical and modern-an enormous gym, a kitchen for culinary classes, and two theaters-a huge one for the drama department and a smaller one for choir. They had an art room as well. And a recording studio. And a room labeled "special effects".
Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. It was going to be a hell of a lot more fun than my old school, at any rate.
The next page was a map of the campus. It had forty-two houses overall. Each house had two rooms, two people to each rom. Each room had a bathroom with a shower (thank God). There was a kitchen you shared with the residents in the other room. Not too bad, I guess. There were twenty-four houses for male students and eighteen for female students. Obviously there was a majority of guys going to this school. Apparently I was in house thirteen, room one. My roommate's name was TenTen. No last name. Or maybe her first and last names were both Ten. You know something, as long as she wasn't as obsessed with pink as Sakura, I didn't really care what her name was.
Next I found a list of teachers and their subjects.
Tsunade: Principal, Head of the Drama Department
Shizune: Vice Principal, Head of the Art Department, School Nurse
Baki: Maths (Algebra, Geometry, Pre-calculus, AP Calc, College Prep)
Orochimaru: Sciences (Biology, AP Bio, Chemistry, AP Chem, Geology, Physics)
Might Gai: Physical Education, Dance (Ballet, Hip-hop, Ballroom)
Hayate Gekko: Foreign Languages (Spanish, French)
Kakashi Hatake: Choir, Voice
Asuma Sarutobi: Studies of Classical and Modern Music
Iruka Umino: Literature, Head of the Culinary Department
Kurenai Yuhi: History (World, Japanese, European)
That was way fewer teachers than my old school. They even had the principal and the vice principal teaching classes. And the VP was the school nurse? Weird. And what was up with having one guy teach everything in his field? This Baki guy and Orochimaru guy must be some sort of geniuses. Kurenai's field was fairly diverse, too. And this Might Gai -weird name- obviously had way too much energy if he was teaching phys ed and three types of dance.
Next was my class schedule. I had my math (Pre-calc), science (AP Chem), Drama, Literature, Culinary, and History classes every day. I alternated between phys ed and Study of Modern Music every other day. And I had voice lessons with this Kakashi guy every Monday and Thursday immediately after school.
Okay. I could totally handle the school curriculum.
What I couldn't handle were the eight suitcases I had to drag all the way to House Thirteen. Curse my mother and brother for repacking my suitcases!
I tried carrying them like a stack of books. Fail. I tried piling them up and pushing them. Fail. I tried throwing them. BIG fail.
Finally, I had my brainstorm, and went fishing in my suitcases until I found eight belts and tied my suitcases together, using the spare as a handle. It looked rather like a suitcase train. I started pulling them in the direction of House Thirteen. It was slow going, but it worked.
"That's got to be the most interesting way to haul luggage that I've ever seen in my life," somebody said. I started and the belt I'd been using to pull the suitcases slipped out of my hands. I whirled around to see who'd spoken.
It was a boy, most likely my age, a few inches taller than me (I'm like, 5' 3"). He was wearing a gray sweatshirt and jeans, and some awesome red converses (ooh. I'm jealous). But he couldn't have been real, because he was just too...perfect looking. His hair was brown, a shade lighter than my natural color, and stuck out all over the place while still maintaining a kind of casual elegance. His eyes were perfectly almond shaped, and brown with gold flecks. His nose was dead in the center of his face, framed by perfectly sculpted cheekbones. God, even his lips were perfect. A kind of dark pink, and full. He was obviously outside because of the dog on the leash he had, a small white one that was some sort of mixed breed.
The strangest thing about him were the two tattoos, one on each cheek, of red triangles, curved downward, pointing to his throat. What's even stranger is that I found that oddly sexy.
Oh, good Lord, I was just standing there staring at him. What had he said to make me turn around, anyway? Oh, yeah, the luggage.
I cleared my throat and tried to sound nonchalant. "Whatever works, you know?" I asked, trying to look anywhere but at the boy.
"Hm," he said. I heard the crunch of gravel and knew he was walking towards me. He stopped a couple feet from me, looking me over. "Eight suitcases, huh? Are they all filled with sweats and T-shirts?"
I turned beet-red. I had totally forgotten I was wearing the most unattractive clothing designed for women in the history of the world. "I don't know," I mumbled lamely. "I only packed two, but my mom and brother re-packed them. And added a few things, apparently."
He laughed. So far it was the first un-perfect thing about him. It sounded like a bark. Not obnoxious; kind of cute, if anything. "You're funny," he grinned. Yep, even his teeth were perfect. "Can I have your name?"
My answer slipped out before I could stop it. "Why, don't you have your own?" I was horrified with myself. What a bitchy answer!
He bark-laughed again. "Yeah, I've got a name," he said. "That was a good comeback. Did you just make it up?"
I wanted to immediately say yes, I was witty and hilarious, but instead I gave him an honest answer. "No-I got it off the internet."
"No kidding? I can never remember stuff like that in time to use it in context. I'm Kiba Inuzuka." He held out his hand. I took it automatically, thinking it was a simple handshake, but he actually brought my hand to his lips and kissed it! Can you imagine? How's that for some good old-fashioned chivalry?
Giggling, I told him, "I'm Samayu Uchiha."
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"What are you, in the renaissance club or something?" I burst. "No guy in their right mind greets a girl by kissing her hand anymore."
"I know. I don't either."
"But...but you just..."
He flashed me a wicked grin. "I thought it might impress you."
My blush must have reached all the way down to my toes. "Okay...sure, whatever. I've got to find House Thirteen. See you."
"Hey, you want some help?" he said. Even I noticed he said it way too fast for it to be some out-of-the-blue gesture. His turn to blush. He tried to cover it with, "I've got a friend in House Thirteen. TenTen?"
"She's my roommate."
"I'll come with you, then." He untied four of my suitcases and started pulling them alongside me. His dog sat on the top of one, obviously enjoying the ride.
"Cute dog," I complimented.
"Oh yeah, that's Akamaru. He's a real chick magnet."
"Good for him," I smirked. Kiba rolled his eyes. Ignoring the gesture, I asked, "So, what's your specialty? What are you here for?"
"Oh, you know, singing, acting. I play some bass on the side. What do you do?"
"I'm here for the singing and acting, too. I'm also doing some culinary. Oh, and I play some guitar and a bit of piano."
"Wait- are you that girl Shizune was having a conniption about? The one in some high school play who was seriously amazing?"
I was already known around here? Great. "I don't know. How many high school plays does Shizune see?"
"Not a lot. Some chick in a city somewhere near here, I guess, begged the school talent scouts to come see this play a few months back before she'd even auditioned, and Shizune figured why not. Turned out the chick didn't even have a decent part, but the girl who got the main was incredible. Shizune offered her a two year scholarship. Or at least, that's the rumor going around. So, is it you?" he smirked at me. I wanted to slap that smug smile off his face. I really hate mind games.
"I'll let you believe whatever you want to believe."
"I knew it! It's totally you!"
"I didn't say yes."
"You as good as did. Ah, man, Sakura's going to have a fit. She's been freaking out over your arrival, she's terrified you're going to take her spot as Tsunade's favorite. But," he flashed me that smug grin again. "I guess I can tell her she doesn't have anything to worry about."
"What's that supposed to mean, jerk-off?" I snapped. I could see House Thirteen by then. It was about twenty feet away. And this guy was getting on my nerves.
"Oh, nothing," Kiba shrugged, innocently widening his eyes. "Just that you're not nearly as fierce as everyone was making you out to be. There was one rumor going around about how you'd been sent to military school but were kicked out for being too hard core."
"What?" I was so taken aback I forgot to be angry at him for that not-fierce remark. "Where'd that start? And did you say everyone? God, I hate people."
"I'd say that's a justified hatred," Kiba said agreeably as we arrived at the front door of House Thirteen. Handing me back the belt attached to the suitcases of mine that he'd been dragging, he grinned and said, "Well, I guess I'd better be getting Akamaru back." He turned to make his way down back to the main path that connected the houses.
"Hey!" I called, remembering something. He stopped. "I thought you were going to say hello to TenTen?"
"Why would I bother? She won't be back from vacation until tomorrow." With a mischievous smirk and a sort of salute, he continued down the walkway with a casual "See you around."
I stared after him, open-mouthed, trying to decide whether I was flattered or furious or both. As the conflicting emotions battled for dominance inside my head, I unlocked the front door and dragged my suitcases into the room that served as a sort of kitchen and breakfast area. I sank onto one of my suitcases, crossing my arms, and, deciding finally on what to feel, muttered, "Asshole."
There you have it! I have officially introduced four characters (five, including Akamaru). I'm so ecstatic!
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