When I felt the familiar fluff of my cat resting upon my stomach, I knew it was all just a dream. A smile wafted upon my face as I sat up from the slight nightmare I had last night. Toko leapt from my bed and made her way under it.
Now that I really think about it, that was a really weird dream. I mean, why would I make the simple mistake to put the note into Kisame's locker. That would've turned out horribly, something like my dream, maybe. Me falling out? Kami, that's embarrassing. If something like that actually happened, I don't know what I'd do with myself.
Well... It was only in front of Kisame. He's not that important and he wouldn't make a difference in my life anyhow.
My stomach guided me to the kitchen by the way in growled and I grabbed just about anything I saw that I liked. Yogurt, cereal, pizza rolls, strawberries, cookies... Not a balanced breakfast but it would make me happy anyhow.
"Haruchin," I heard my father call as he turned the corner. "You're up?"
"Yeah...?" I said with an unruly eyebrow arched. "Should I be sleep?" I asked him, glancing at the clock. It was only eight thirty... EIGHT THIRTY? WHY IS IT EIGHT THIRTY?! "Dad is something wrong with the clocks?" I hastily asked.
"Tousan," he emphasized. My father is from Japan and he is very prideful about the Japanese traditions and honorifics. However, my mother is from America and she likes a mixture of things and wouldn't care either way what I called her. The only problem was that she occasionally spoke English which irritated my father.
"There's nothing wrong with them. I thought you'd be out all night." He added.
"What do you mean?" I asked, my head beginning to hurt from the confusion.
"Your friend brought you home because you fell unconscious at school," he explained. "He said you hit your head against the lockers then on the floor. Kami, Haruchin, you're clumsy..." My father dragged, rubbing his temples.
I only stood there blankly as he rambled on how clumsy and nervous I got sometimes. Was that... Was that areal dream? It happened in real life...? I GAVE KISAME THAT LETTER?!
"He's still he—Oi, Haruchin... What are you doing?"
"Writing my suicide letter. What about you?"
My father slapped me upside my head and I rubbed the on-coming knot in agony. "Your friend is still here in the living room. You ought to go make sure he's doing alright," my father last said before making his leave.
He's still here?! What kind of dad did I have?! He was suppose to be protective and hate the entire male population in fear they would take my innocence! I groaned and my stomach was swarmed in butterflies. I was extremely nervous. Not because I liked him—it wasn't like that at all! I just don't know how to explain everything to him... I mean, clearly it was a mistake so he'd have to understand, right? I groaned again. Kami have mercy on my teenaged soul...
I begrudgingly made my way into the living room, making sure every step was smaller than a baby's. Now that I think about it, I was still dressed in my uniform so that was a plus... Still didn't make my morale any positive though.
I peeked around the corner and realized he was well awake. Kisame was scrolling through his phone which looked ridiculously small in his monstrous and oddly colored hands. He seemed extremely bored, uncomfortable, and out of place now that I really looked at him. Inwardly, I sighed and made the step into the living room. I just knew this was going to change my life more than I expected it to.
"Well look who's finally up," Kisame was the first to talk as he sat up, phone still in hand. "How was the sleep?" He asked sardonically.
I only shrugged, "Apparently, I didn't dream." I shifted awkwardly and he only grunted, blatantly showing disinterest as he scrolled up and down on his phone. "H-How was your lounging?" I finally decided to say.
He hummed for a second then looked at me with a thin, arched eyebrow. He chuckled dryly, "It was better than I expected." He wanted to say something else and I knew it.
I haven't been standing for long, but mentally I felt as if I had been standing for an eternity, but sitting seemed tedious and awkward. The only thing going through my mind was explaining to him this entire ordeal. And I knew he himself didn't believe it to be one hundred percent true either.
Besides, this entire thing will ruin my chances with Itachi... Even if my chances didn't even weigh much. They probably didn't weigh anything at all, now that I think about it. Aside from my slim, slim chances, it was worth it. Itachi was worth anything. He was literally the most perfect being I have ever laid my eyes on. No one compared him, not his younger brother Sasuke, or even his many cousins.
I mean, I knew I wasn't much, but he'd have to see something in me. His best friend wasn't going to ruin that for me.
"K-Kisame," I swallowed after the pregnant silence that washed over us. He looked up from his phone and his honey golden eyes held strange interest. I rubbed my head with uncertainty and was trying to find the best way to break it to him. But going over what I recently thought about, I realized...
They were best friends...
They were close to each other...
If I were to pretend to be Kisame's girlfriend... I could get closer to Itachi. If I could get closer to Itachi, our friendship could build into something more.
It was a good plan, but also a bad one. I don't think I've ever did this before.
My stomach began to churn.
"Not what you thought?" Kisame broke the silence with a dry laugh. He stood up. "I'm used to it. I bet you weren't serious, were you?"
"N-No! I was serious," I spoke without thinking. "It'll be something different, at least..."
Kisame only looked at me with a tilted head. He look almost like a confused puppy. The scene ended when he burst into a fit of laughter. Tears gathered up in the corner of his beady, yet slim eyes. He grabbed his sides as his laughter seemed never ending.
I frowned. What was funny?
"You're funny, girl," he chuckled and walked up to me. I cringed as he only patted my head. I smacked his hand away; he was extremely heavy handed. "It's getting late," he said and checked his phone.
"What's your number?" Kisame asked me out of nowhere.
"Oh, uh..." I stuttered. I was hesitant at first, but if it was going to get me close to Itachi, I can let him have about anything he wanted. After telling him my number, he left with his car and all.
I finally exhaled the breath I never fully realized I was holding; all I knew it that I was standing on a tight rope. I made it across, apparently since he left in content.
However, I didn't know what I was getting myself into.
I missed school. My dad coaxed me to stay home, concerned with my head. Apparently, slapping me from yesterday didn't do any good either. Absentmindedly, I scratched Toko behind her ear and grabbed my phone. It was three o-clock. I've been sleep all day and got three text messages and a miss call from Sakura, two messages from Sai, and a text message from Kisame as well. I bit my lip. I almost forgot yesterday even existed.
I checked my messages, starting with Sakura first:
Harumi? Where are you? ~(・・？））
7: 53AM
Kami, you'd better be at school... (Д)ﾉ
8: 23AM
OI, BONEHEAD WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!
9: 44AM
I'm avoiding her all day tomorrow. Knowing her, she's probably going to beat me up like every other time I miss school...
I sighed and checked the message Sai sent me.
HA... RU... MI
10: 02AM
That was Sakura, Hae-chin. She punched me and stole my phone.
10: 13AM
I was more irritated with the fact he called me Hae-chan than Sakura getting violent. I do NOT look like a fly... I don't know what's Sai's deal and nicknames. They weren't very good nicknames, either...
Then the last text message that was Kisame. I sighed and quickly tapped the message. By then, Toko made her way across my shoulders, her tail occasionally rubbing against my face.
Skipping school? ~(・・？））
10: 07AM
I responded to each of them and pulled the covers over my head, attempting to go back to sleep.
"Oi... Harumi..." My eyes shot open and fear crawled throughout my body. "I'M GOING TO PUNCH YOU IN YOUR ESOPHAGUS YOU LAZY BITCH!"
"N-N-N-NO! W-WAIT! SAKURA M-MY DAD—"
"I DON'T CARE, YOU'RE DYING TODAY."
Sakura happily tended to my wounds and hummed and there was me, wincing and sucking air through my teeth to get rid of the pain. I found it ironic how Sakura was the cause of people's pain, but she wanted to become a nurse. I sweat-dropped at the thought of it. Sakura was a... Well she was the opposite of what I thought when I first heard her name, bottom line.
I shifted the ice pack on my head. "Why'd you punch my head instead of my esophagus..." I pouted.
"Would you want that instead? It'll be more fatal," she said with a sick, vicious smile on her face. I swallowed and shook my head. "Like I thought."
I sighed when she was finished. "How was school?" I asked her as I relaxed against my head board.
"It was school," she responded and did the same. "How was home?"
"I slept all day so it was pretty good," I smiled.
"And Kisame?" Sakura asked curiously, peering into my face.
I sighed and proceeded to tell her the entire ordeal. I purposely left out the idea of me using Kisame. I didn't want to go through with it myself but my mouth spoke for me so I guess I'll just see how this will go.
Sakura made a face. It was an unsure face. I knew that she really wanted to just see the end. I couldn't blame her. "Kisame's nice," was what she went with. "I mean, he can be brutal, especially in sports, but overall, he's a good person and has good intentions."
"Oh..." Was all I could say. My stomach churned again. "Yeah," I swallowed. "Did you bring me any homework or classwork?" I quickly asked, switching the subject. I didn't care much about school or the work—I just wanted to graduate and move on with my life with Itachi. That seemed very ideal.
"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot! We also went over some new stuff in Calculus so I can teach you that if you want me to."
"I just want to get this over with, really..." I chuckled as she opened the book.
I wasn't really paying attention. I couldn't pay attention as my mind continued to ramble on with the many possibilities on how this would end.
Should... Should I just tell him?
I've never been so nervous to be at school. The last time I've been this nervous is what I was new last year, and even then, it wasn't this bad. Butterflies, dragonflies, flies period were all in my stomach and if Sakura punched me right now, I wouldn't mind at all. If it got rid of this feeling, I'd be elated that she punched me.
I skipped morning announcements and roamed the hallways. I don't think I can take looking at his entire group for ten minutes. I could tell I would kill myself just by being in there. Walking down endless halls seemed more enjoying. There was no one in the halls anyway, and if there were, they were only faceless teenagers that held little to no significance at all.
I was basically alone in my own thoughts. That's how I wanted it to be.
"Harumi-san," I heard the unfortunately familiar gruff voice. "Didn't know you skipped those announcements; I guess we can get along," he chuckled.
And I never got what I wanted.
I turned around and forced a smile. "I guess we can," I said and noticed Itachi was standing slightly in front of him. Inwardly, I smirked.
But I guess I can change that.
OMAKE
Oi, Harumi? U up?
9: 28PM
Kisame? If this is him, yes I'm up.
9: 43PM
Haha, yea. I thought u weren't gonna 2 respond 1st...
9: 43PM
Oh yeah. I forgot to put your name in my phone. And I just got out the shower, whoops...
9: 44PM
Shower...? ~(・・？））
9: 45PM
Fhakakdnccmmsdm NO DONT THINK LIKE THAT PLEASE!
9: 45PM
Shuldve never told me that...
9: 47PM
I don't care what you are, don't think like that! It makes me uncomfortable... And don't call me that! Say Harumi-san...
9: 49PM
R U blushing Harumi-san?
9: 49PM
No! No I'm not blushing! Why are you asking these questions?!
9: 52PM
It's fun 2 tease u
9: 54PM
Whatever I'm going to bed. Goodnight.
9: 55PM
Haha, gn Harumi-san
9: 56PM
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