Today, I decided to try my luck. I walked up the side of the orphanage and then hung upside down like a bat under the roof.

"You can keep me

Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

Holding me closer till our eyes meet-"

I was singing quietly. I missed my phone. I missed Ed Sheeran. Oh Lord, I missed my old life.

"What are you doing?"

I startled and my eyes flew open. Some how, I lost my concentration and started falling. I didn't scream, just clamped my mouth shut and hoped I wouldn't die.

And then I landed on someone. He grunted in pain. I opened my eyes, noticing that I was on his chest.

My cheeks warmed, but I didn't blush. I'd always seemed incapable of blushing.

"Are you OK?" I asked the prone figure as I scooted off him. He opened one eye and seemed to glare at me.

"Gosh, you are heavy," he wheezed.

I didn't take offense. I ate as much and as often as I could, so it wasn't surprising that he mentioned I was heavy.

"I'm so sorry! You really startled me," I said, plastering a grin on. It was mechanical now. I didn't even have to think about it. No one could tell my smiles were fake.

"Stop that," his voice found it's way into my ears.

I blinked at him. He couldn't have...

Could he?

"Stop what?" I asked him, smile still in place.

He leaned over and flicked my nose. I yelped in surprise.

"Stop faking. I understand if you're offended, don't force a smile," he said to me.

My jaw went slack. I hadn't even known him for up to 30 minutes and he could see through me. Like,

What

The

Fück?

"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied sweetly.

The boy gave me a look, but didn't push. He started to sit up, groaning a bit.

"I'm Shiori. What's your name?" I chirped.

The boy raised an eyebrow and seemed to look me up and down.

"My name is Yagura."

I stared at him for a while, trying to comprehend what he'd said to me. Yagura? As in the Mizukage and Jinchūriki of the three tailed demon turtle, Isobu? As in the man who'd made Kirigakure into the bloody mist?

As in my my sort-of crush?

The gears in my head were turning now. Maybe I could befriend him, make him an ally. Maybe he could help in my plans. Maybe I could make a friend who mattered to me, as much as my sister did in my past life.

This was perfect.

I grinned and extended my hand for a handshake. Yagura shook it, glancing at me suspiciously.

"I think we'll be great friends," I was still grinning like a maniac.

"Oh?" Yagura looked skeptical "Why do you think that?"

"Because you have pretty pink eyes!" I said.

He seemed to give me a look of pure disgust. "Then we won't be friends."

I was stunned. "Why?" I asked quietly.

"Because I hate pink," he rolled his eyes.

Well. Wasn't that something.

Yagura wasn't really shown in the anime or manga. His age is unknown, his family is unknown and even his character is mostly unknown. While that pretty much gives me free reign over his character, it's still difficult to work on. I hope you understand.