All I'm saying is, NO ONE knows what this chaoter went through to get here. I do not own Naruto, I do, however, own this story.
"NO! PUT THAT DOWN!" I screamed, pulling my uniform top with all my might against the ferocious hairball that was previously nibbling on it. "KITSUNE!!"
Kitsune was my pet fox that I've had for as long as I could remember. She had dark orange fur and the cutest brown eyes you've ever seen.
Although at the moment, she wasn't looking so cute.
Kitsune growled back at me, pulling so hard her teeth tore right through the flimsy material, and in two seconds the shirt was ripped in two. I fell back onto my bed and gaped at the ruined uniform shirt. "Kitsune...!" I groaned, throwing the half I had at her. "You spoiled brat..." While she nibbled on the remains I searched my closet for another uniform top. This was a bad start for me...
"Naruto! Why are you still here?" Lento called from the kitchen as I stole a glance at the clock.
"I have half an hour!" I called back, finally finding another top. "Wait...shit! This is from last year!" I groaned, pulling it over my head anyway. "Whatever, they look the same..."
"Naruto! You have to walk today! Hurry up!"
"ALRIGHT I'M LEAVING!" I yelled, slinging my back pack over my shoulder and bolting out of the apartment.
-- -- --
"HAZZAH!" I cried, jumping into the classroom with but a second to spare.
Uchiha's group actually applauded as I took my seat. "Naruto-san, why were you in such a rush?" Hinata asked with a worried expression, watching me try to catch my breath.
I was asthmetic, and wasn't supposed to run. Of course today was an emergency; I had to run to school due to a car accident holding me up for about a half hour. I finally held my breath for a second, and then let out a really long breath. I could breathe...finally...
"What a day...!" I exclaimed. "You wouldn't believe what Kitsune did, Hinata!"
"Naruto, why are you wearing your middle school shirt top?" Sakura asked, frowning.
"To feel young again." I rolled my eyes. "Kitsune chewed my shirt and ripped it, and I simply couldn't believe it...She never acts up like that!"
"Maybe she's hormone-crazy." Ino laughed, ending with a slight sigh as she watched Uchiha have a conversation with Neji.
-- -- In the Eyes of Sasuke Uchiha -- --
"You'll never pull it off." Neji told me bluntly, still readng his book.
Ouch.
Kiba had decided to tell Neji and Tenten about Kiba's bet, though they disagreed on the 'prize'. The three of us were discussing it as we waited for class to begin.
Neji Hyuuga...prodigy. That's all I can really say about him. If I wasn't hanging out with Kiba, I usually went to his place.
"I think he can." Tenten replied. "Sasuke's good-looking and EVERY girl in school's head-over-heels for him."
"Except for Naruto Uzumaki." Neji told her.
"I need to crack that lock she has..." I told them, scratching my chin. "If I can crack her, it's smooth sailing from there..."
"Is there anything she likes in particualar?" Tenten asked.
"Not that I know of..."
"Any interests you share?" Neji asked.
When did Uzumaki ever tell me about herself? Never. She hated everything...except...I remembered, "She saw me drawing and said she liked it." I told them.
"Start from there." Tenten grinned, her hands on her hips. "Go and crack that lcok, Sasuke!"
-- -- --
Lunch detention was really just Uzumaki and me sitting in our desks, bored to death while Mr. Hatake either read or slept. This time, however, would be different.
Before detention started, I stowed away Uzumaki's backpack behind the teacher's desk. That way she's get so bored she's have no choice but to look around. Afterwards she's spot me drawing and ask what I was doing.
At least, that was how I planned it.
I began sketching some flower I spotted this morning, quickly stroking the sketchbook with my pencil. Lines turned into shapes, shapes turned into pictures, and soon the picture was a bunch of flowers. Whenever I drew I felt like I was in another world--a dreamlike stance...
A whisper brought me back to reality. "Wow..."
I almost jumped. My plan had worked perfectly--so perfectly that Uzumaki was sitting right next to me, gazing at my sketchbook like it was some sort of treasure. Again, she looked like a normal girl--no yelling, no face contorted into anger...
It was attractive.
"How'd you draw that so fast?" she asked, scratching her head. "All the other drawers I see take HOURS."
Did she really just say 'drawers'?
"You again? Well...I prefer the term 'artist', if you don't mind." I chuckled, signing the corner and getting an idea. Ripping out the drawing, I rolled it up and handed it to her. "For you."
Slightly taken aback, Uzumaki took it. "You...mean it...?" she asked, suspicious.
"I meant what I said." I told her. "I am sorry for the other day."
"This is our last day of lunch detention, at least." she mumbled, ignoring what I said.
What the hell.
As if reading my mind, she snapped back to me, "Listen Uchiha, I know all guys like you are after boobs and butt and--well, I'm not buying it."
"What do I have to do to convince you, Uzumaki?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
She took out her lunch and handed it to me. "Trade."
I took out my lunch and we swapped; I found another peanut butter sandwich, and she opened to see my salad. "Eww, are you dieting?" she laughed. "Ino would LOVE this..."
"I like it." I told her. "What, you don't like peanut butter?"
She reached into the bag and sighed, pulling out a fork. "I'm allergic." she explained.
"Then why not tell your folks?" I said. "What kind of parents would do that to their child?"
"Lento's really busy, okay?" she snapped, taking the defensive. "He...forgets sometimes, it's not his fault."
"Lento...?" I asked.
She looked away, and stayed silent for a moment. I chewed in the sandwich, thinking. Finally, she spoke, "My parents are dead. Lento's my foster father."
I choked, punching my chest. "Wh-what? I..." I swallowed hard, and looked at her staring at her food. "...didn't know."
"Who does, really?" she muttered.
Now I know why she put on that face when I commented her about her parents yesterday. "...Mine are gone, too." I told her quietly, licking the peanut butter off my lips.
From the corner of my eye I saw her look at me with those blue eyes of hers. "Who takes care of you?"
"My brother."
We ate in silence after that. Uzumaki was thinking hard though, I could tell by the look on her face. With five minutes to the bell, she looked at me again. "Uchiha."
"Yes?" I asked.
"If you need someone to talk to..." she avoided eye contact at all cost, turning to the door. "...I'm...here, I guess."
And so it begins.
-- -- In the Eyes of Naruto Uzumaki -- --
"Why won't it turn on?!" I whined, smacking the side of the computer monitor.
"Easy, you'll break it." Uchiha told me, pressing a button and making the screen show.
I am the most computer-retarded person in the world. Honestly, why do I have to press two buttons to get the damn thing on? And what was with 'access' and all those words, when it all meant I couldn't go on the sites I wanted? It was hard to play games, too. You had to press the right 'keys' (what the hell were those?!) and then it would freeze on you and...ugh...
Ignoring the screen, I turned slightly to the blue-haired kid next to me. Only yesterday had I opened up to him and told him about being an orphan. I mean, all the adults knew, the kids didn't really. It wasn't a big deal, but when I found out he was one too, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy...No wonder he was an ass sometimes..."You said you wanted to talk." I told him, scratching my knee.
He hesitated slightly, but spoke, "Yesterday...after we talked...I couldn't help but remember about them."
It sucked, really, having to be the one who reminded an orphan that he was an orphan.
"It was a car accident." he explained. "I was in it, too."
Suddenly, I felt a bit uncomfortable, but he needed someone, and I said I'd be that someone...
"What happened?" I asked.
"I was around six or seven, I'm not sure...well, the four of us had gone out to dinner in celebration of Itachi getting into high school, I think. During dinner we noticed how dark it was, and on our way home it started to pour. I was falling sleep so my mother sat in the backseat with me while Itachi sat in the front. It was hard to see through the windshield; and I guess that's how the other car hit us. It was really bad, though...I woke up in the hospital, and that's it." he gave a half-hearted shrug, giving an empty gaze at the computer screen. "Sometimes, I wonder if it was my fault...I mean, I suggested that we go out to eat."
"You didn't kill them." I found myself saying. He looked at me, and I quickly looked away.
That's when he asked the dreaded question. "How did your parents die?"
"...I don't know." I replied. "I've been with Lento for as long as I can remember, really. I tried asking, about it much, I mean yeah, I wonder what they were like, but Lento takes good care of me (well, he tries) and.."
"Don't you ever wonder 'what if'--"
I cut him off, "I don't. That was the past, this is the future. We can't go on staying behind."
We sat in silence, much like the one from yesterday. Finally, he spoke, "Well, it feels a little better to tell you." he said.
"Thanks for listening." I told him, nudging the floor with my shoe.
He took my hand and pulled me closer to him. "No, Uzumaki..." he whispered, and I felt my face get hot. "Thank you." He gave a brilliant smile, and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
Oh. My. Freaking. God. That was HOT. Wait...did I just think that?! OH SHIT! ARGH! Damn you Uchiha!! I swear, I outghta kick his ass and rip off his lips!!
Yet, with all those violent thoughts...I felt a little happy...
I'm sorry if there are a lot of errors, working without Word is hard...Anyways, Critisize/Comment Please!