my jaraiya headband is always going to be worn whilst writing naruto fanfiction. i've decided.
mainly because things get kind of pervy.
regardless, sorry for a late update. i have a multitude of excuses, but i don't think anyone is in the mood for it.
prompts: a little birdie, a new computer and money.
disclaimer: i really want deidara.
it's ah. it's au. Expect out-of-character-ness.
I wanted to punch a hole in something that wouldn't break my hand, just cause a slight bruising, maybe. Something manly, you know how it is.
Mainly because, waiting at the airport is not the most entertaining thing I have ever done in my life. Or any life beforehand for that matter. And, I have done some pretty low key, uneventful, boring things in my life. Don't doubt me on that.
But this almost takes the cake. So close to this other time ... which happened in jail. But, not going there right now. Bigger problems ...
Like the seat next to me, which never remains vacant for more than a couple of minutes. I think there may be a group of girls who are taking turns in sitting next to me. Oh. Here comes another one. Hmm, she doesn't look to bad. Wait, no, she just winked at me. Bleh.
But seriously, where is Naruto's lady friend, for Pete's Sake?
Two hours ago pinky text me with the whole 'don't, sweetie, she'll be there'.
Bull fucking shit.
That was two hours ago!
Fairly sure that Sakura is lying to me again. Just leading me on as usual. I hope she didn't slip anything in my bags that may alert authorities, because I know that'll be way too entertaining for her.
I hate this. Why can't something just go my way? For once. Well, another time, but still.
Although, major question right now is: Why did I have to look for Sakura?
Why me? And, I seriously don't want to hear from other people that it's because we lurve each other. No. I may be partial to her, but just no. Definitely not partial to love.
I huffed again, uncrossing my arms for a second, stretching. The girl next to me started eyeing me off (again? really?), and I wanted to just get up and leave. This one was starting to creep me out a little. I think she just undid some buttons on her shirt.
(please leave me alone. please, ask someone else if you want to join the mile high club today)
Suddenly, despite being a little more than creeped out, I actually had a mental picture of Hinata. Yep, lame of me, a bit slow on the uptake, yadada, waffles.
I looked around the airport again, trying to find a haircut that resembled the backside of a bird.
(I know mine isn't any better. Hence the growing-it-the-fuck-out phase of my life)
Now, I had never seen Hinata in person, which may be a contributing factor as to why she may not find me. I've only heard countless stories of how fantastic she is.
And, I'm not talking about her performance in bed. Although, Naruto is apparently banned from the family home.
I wonder why …
On the topic of haircuts with my inner voice suddenly made me worry.
(not the inner voice part, I've grown to just ignore it until vital parts of my life)
The last photograph of Hinata I had seen was from a few years ago. When we were maybe thirteen years old, maybe a little earlier. And, since she is a friend of Sakura's and Naruto's cupcake, but I hadn't paid much attention to her.
Like I said, separate friends, not much to do about it.
Whipping out my phone (because I'm cool like that) I texted the blonde about what Hinata may look like.
He texted back just as quickly (you know, I must have really good reception) and, all in capital letters, said I am not to perve on Hinata's abnormally large chest.
…
She has a large chest?
I looked around, seeing as this was basically the only clue to finding her.
Seeing as females were worried about their weight these days (no offence), I had noticed that breast size had greatly decreased across the board. Yes, I did look at that at times. It's an appealing aspect of a woman.
Sure enough, a large breasted woman with a kind of indigo colour head of hair was standing by the entrance. At least I'm pretty sure it was indigo.
Apparently only one in ten million people can see indigo. So, right now, it's indigo, because I'm unsure if it is.
Regardless, I stood, ignoring the girl next to me who just slipped a piece of paper in my pocket oh so subtly, and walked towards Hinata.
Or, the-girl-who-I-though-was-Hinata.
Whatever floats your boat.
As I got closer, she looked at me. Oh yeah, it was her.
Her and her cousin, Neji, or something weird like that, had these freaky eyes, which were like a pale lavender-slash-white. With no pupils. At all. I don't know where Neji stares sometimes, because his irises kind of melt into the rest of his eyes, and first time I saw him, I mistook him for a blind guy.
True story.
But, at least it looked like she was looking somewhere. Me, mainly, but surrounding area as well.
Oh, my god, I can't handle this pupil-less situation. I'm going to constantly make reference to it one way or another.
(mole, mole ... MOLEY MOLEY MOLEY MOLEY MOLEY!)
Farrkkk. I'm doomed.
