Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, the maker of my fangirling source is Kishimoto-sama.
CHAPTER 2
It was freezing so much it was hardly bearable and certainly not what one could expect in October. Well, it could rain and get windy but that?! That was like a storm out of a cheap thriller!
I shivered under my blanket, listening to the fiendish noise outside. I was lucky to had got home before the sky had readied it's buckets of ice-cold water. Right then, I was waiting for my favorite ginger tea to get ready, sorting through my mental list of movies I could be watching for the rest of the night. My whole body was sore after a particularly tough mission - after all, after the war, shinobi of Konoha were desired as luxury goods.
I certainly didn't want to see anybody right then, so a loud knock on the door resulted only in a vein throbbing dangerously on my forehead and thoughts of Can't I just not answer?!
"Is anybody there..?" uncertain words from the outside made me change my resolve immediately. What was he doing at my door?!
I jumped up from the couch, cursing quietly at the stinging pain in my limbs. My heart thumping loudly in my chest, however, confirmed that who I was going to greet was worth any strain. I nearly run to the door, quickly taking care of my hair in the mirror in the hall and praying that he hadn't already got bored and left.
I opened the door wide to meet the biggest crush of my life in his ANBU outfit, soaked to the bone. Water was dribbling from his perfect black hair and making it stick to his gorgeous face. And did I have to mention the marvelously trained muscles of his arms? Well, I didn't want to be found drooling in such a crucial moment, so I gathered all my powers of self-control and cleared my throat.
"Sai-san..! What are you doing here..?" I asked, my voice certainly too high-pitched for my taste. And that question?! Damn, he was definitely going to think I didn't want to see him! Before I could let myself sink in the vast ocean of panic, his melodious voice brought me back to my senses.
"Um... I was walking home when it started raining..." he trailed off, lowering his gaze. I wondered which one of us felt more awkward in that few seconds... "And I thought that maybe I'd stop by..?" he added hurriedly, his smile almost making me faint as I was close to abandoning breathing in its entirety. His slightly furrowed eyebrows made me realize that I hadn't said anything up until then. "Is it the wrong time..?"
"NO!" I blurted out a bit too quickly, grabbing his (muscled, don't focus on the muscles!) forearm and shoving him fiercely into my entrance hall. Water immediately started sinking into my brand-new, soft, yellow carpet but how could I be mad at Sai-san? I turned to him, hoping that I'd have been able to compose some more sensible sentences.
Hope often deluded the foolish, did it not?
I was speechless and the only effort my poor overwhelmed brain was able to make to save my reputation was to stop my jaw from dropping onto the floor. Sai-san just stood there like a black, adorable lost kitten (which I was sure he was in his last incarnation). Sopping wet kitten, to be exact...
If you hadn't seen him like that than you didn't really know what the word cute meant.
I felt my heart make a double backward flip and my gut accompany it with its salsa dancing. I cleared my throat and felt even worse when the kit- Sai-san looked straight into my eyes.
And he wasn't even conscious of just what effect he had on me!
"Um..." I started, obviously wanting to show off my eloquence "I can borrow you some clothes..." I said, going past him (thank whatever power there was for me not tripping!) and walking to my bedroom, where I started rummaging through the drawer with warm, loose clothes not to be seen wearing in public. It was far more important to get Sai-san warm than to care about him being able to get to know about them.
I returned to the hall with an armful of sweaters, sweatshirts and sweatpants, eyes low for me not to distract myself, looking at him, as I felt that would really result in some embarrassing incident.
"Here. You can change in the bathroom" I mumbled, pointing to the door on the right. He nodded and I accidentally looked at him. I shouldn't have, why did I never think clearly, reasonably, when it came to him?! Why did I always have to put myself to shame?! And there I was, gaping at his kind smile like some brainless creature looking at its food! Or worse, like a fangirl looking at Sasuke Uchiha (I was so not on that level yet!).
"Thank you very much" Sai-san said, leaving the hall and giving me the time needed to get a grip of myself. That situation was a chance not to be wasted!
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What had I said about not wasting the chance? Oh right, I had wanted to keep that statement true.
Was spilling tea on Sai-san still not screwing my resolve?
Right. I wished it hadn't.
"Oh fu... I'm so sorry!" I squeaked, cursing even more in my head for almost using a swearword. That certainly wasn't a way to impress a guy with one's gentle manners. As burning him with that damn ginger tea wasn't either!
"It's... It's nothing" he assured me, but a small wince didn't escape my attention. Oh no, how could I have been so careless?! It was the end, I had no chances with him anymore. Had I ever had? I felt salty liquid threatening to leave my eyes.
"I'll... I'll get you other clothes..." I mumbled, my voice thick with upcoming tears, leaving the room hurriedly.
Throwing clothes out of the drawer once again, I tried hard not to fall to pieces. I'd been hoping to get Sai-san's attention for months then with no results. I'd known it was hopeless, friends had tried to make me forget, go for a guy that would have at least showed any interest but I hadn't listened. Sai-san was the only one I could have thought about.
And when I'd finally got that one and only, awaited chance of a lifetime? I'd kicked it into dirt and stomped on it hard until it had eventually died.
A painful thought suddenly appeared in my mind and I slowly walked out of the room. I wasn't even looking at what clothes I was holding, what for? He had probably already left, not wanting to have anything to do with such a crazy, fickle girl.
I stomped clumsily towards the living room, wanting to take a look at the place that would always remind me of my defeat. I heard a rustle inside but didn't even care what that was. He was gone, my social life was over.
I pushed the door I had left ajar a few moments earlier and stood at the doorstep.
Oh. So Sai-san hadn't left, after all..?
I frowned. But wasn't the sweater I'd given him black..? "Oh, thank you again" he smiled, pulling something dark off his forearms. I tilted my head to the side a bit. Sai-san was looking at me in kind pending. I frowned. Something was odd but I didn't quite know what that was...
Oh shit.
"Are you alright?!" were the last words I heard from him when I was sliding onto the couch. Him, the owner of the breath-taking, absolutely stunning, masterpiece-like chest.
ZJeM, 17.03-21.04.14
From author:
I know, I know. Over a month for such a short story...
Happy Easter, M! (Though I know it won't be as a cool present as Falubaz's victory. ;))
I'm sorry the end's shitty. I was finishing it after first episode of Total Drama: All Stars, when I was absolutely depressed because MY DAMN TOTAL DRAMA OTP'S GONNA BREAK UP! AND HE'S SUCH A SWEETIE! Sorry, a fangirl breakdown. T^T (And what if he hooks up with her?! I like them both but I don't approve of the pairing! *howls*) Ok, I'm (almost) fine for now (mind the for). ;(
Haha, another one with intense fangirling on one side (you'll see what I'm doing to Kiba when I finish Bad Enough For You... ;D).
Anyway, what actually happened to ANBU Root after Danzõ's death? O-O I got to the ANBU outfit part and started wondering...
I figured that, as thin as he is, Sai would probably fit in almost any clothes. I didn't feel like overthinking the subject. ;)
THANKS FOR READING!