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Ah... Geez, I don't know what to say. Um... I should start with a, 'Sorry, blah, blah, blah...' Yeah, that sounds about right.
Anywaaays, sorry for not updating in a while! I got side-tracked with school (So. Many. Damn. Projects.), and well, it's getting hard to write with so many stuff to do...
Enough about me, I hope you enjoy this chapter :D It introduces a new band *hinthint* and a new character. Oh, and... I'm going to skip around from point of view, from Kami's, to Sasori's, etc, from first person to third, and the large time skips might confuse you (if they don't already do), but other than that, enjoy!
You know, if I could change one thing about this hell- Scratch that. High school, I would definitely make sure the hallways weren't so damn long.
So me, being the idiot I am, no surprise there, decided to venture and explore this academy. Out of curiosity, I should add. Five minutes later in the large thresholds, I realized something. I'm lost. I'm stinking lost in this hellhole they call school in the seniors' private hallways. Of course it wasn't the juniors' hallways, the sophomores' hallways, or even the freshmen's hallway. It had to be the fucking seniors' ones. And no, it's not just the seniors' hallways, it's the senior's private hallways, if that makes it any different. If I'm caught here...
Pushing all unnecessary thoughts aside, I rounded the corner. The hallway was empty, indicating that all other students were already in class. As I found out, it was quite uncommon for students to have two spare periods in a row after lunch. Walking forward with a clumsy step, I noticed one end of the hall seemed to be bathed in sunlight, resulting in the light casting its rays inside. Still, it was unusual since the blinds were completely shut. Taking a deep breath and moving slowly along the tiled floor, I neared it with a rare sign of caution.
"Please tell me, just what is it are you doing?"
Shit.
The New Girl
Chapter Four
Girls' Generation
"Do you think we could practice here, hmm?" the familiar blond asked with an intoxicating tone of annoyance. I breathed in a deep breath, pulling a sheet of light vermilion, a shade lighter than my own hair, paper from my breast pocket and unfolded it without much care. "Hey, answer me, yeah!"
Monday ~ Blue eyes, black hair - 7:00 p.m. - Dinner
Tuesday ~ Brown eyes, blond hair - 7:00 p.m. - Dinner
Wednesday ~ Blue eyes, silver hair - 6:30 p.m. - Movies
Thursday ~ Free
Friday ~ Red eyes, red hair - 7:10 p.m. - Movies
Saturday ~ Violet eyes, black hair - 8:45 a.m. - Walk;; Purple eyes, black hair - 12:00 p.m. - Lunch;; White eyes, purple hair - 3:40 p.m. - Walk;; Blue eyes, blue hair - 7:05 p.m. - Dinner
Sunday ~ Blue eyes, pink hair - 7:40 a.m. - Park;; Red eyes, brown hair - 10:20 a.m - Walk
Scanning the entire list, I stopped at the end of the list, scribbled in the same English letters.
Arakawa, Kaminari
"Is that your schedule for this week, Baka no Sasori?" Deidara asked with mockery humor, leaning over to get a closer look. His porcelain face suddenly twisted in disgust as he browsed through the list of appearances. "Such a player... I'm surprised you aren't crawling with STDs, Sasori. I swear you're just like a male whore," he mumbled under his breath. "Honestly, you act as if they're your collection of dolls or something."
"Puppets," I corrected with aggravation boiling inside. "They're called puppets."
"I don't give a rat's ass about what they're called, hmm. The point in..." The blond's voice faltered as he caught sight of the name at the end of the page. "..What's that?"
I tilted my head to the side, confused by what him meant. "What's what?"
"That," the male hissed out beside me, getting the sudden attention of our third band member.
"What?"
"That, damn it. What's that, hmm?" Deidara growled, shooting out a hand and pointing at the words in cursive manuscript.
"A name, what else?"
A silent melancholy flew over the secret band. Itachi narrowed his eyes. Deidara turned his head to look at their bassist, me. I slightly quirked an eyebrow upwards.
"A name," Deidara repeated, thinking his ears might have deceived him.
"Yes, a name."
"You remembered her name, but nobody else's? Out of all the girls you've dated in the past years, only her's stick out?" Deidara took a closer look at the neat cursive. "A-ra-ka-wa Ka-mi-na-ri... Her last name, too?" he asked incredulously. "That's not even a pretty surname either!" The eyes of the Uchiha across from us lowered into slits at the sudden mention of the particular name.
"That seems like the case for you, brat, but at least some of us, actually have a surname."
"You see..." I started hesitantly. Damn it, Kaminari! How did you get caught? Where the hell are your awesome ninja stealth skill when you need them? DAMN IT!
"Please go on. I'm very curious." The voice was definitely male, but its owner definitely had some feminine qualities. He had long black hair, a little longer than mine, actually. His eyes were very much snake-like that even the pupils resembled slits. His lazy posture was unnerving, and a little menacing, but he didn't seem angry. At all. Not irritated or mad to find me in the twelfth graders' hallways, he just seemed genuinely curious.
Would I get in a lot of trouble for being here? Damn it, Kaminari! You idiot! Well, by now, that much isn't surprising, is it? Would I pass for a senior..? I am a bit on the small side... To hell with it! "It's my spare period," I said bluntly, trying to get past his barrier of suspicion.
"I've noticed," he responded, his answer equally blunt.
"And I... was... well... exploring this school."
"I see." His facial expression didn't change. He continued to lean against the door frame with his lips curved upwards in an amused smile, into a snake-like sneer. "You do realized this is the private hallways for seniors?" He placed more emphasis on the word 'seniors' then I would of liked, but still, he couldn't possibly know, right?
Taking in more details of his appearance, I noticed the tag at the front of his chest. Carved into the plastic surface with gold letters was 'Orochimaru'. I figure that someone like him must have taught biology or something similar.
"But I am a senior," I lied while I kept insisting the possibility. By God help me, please tell me this stranger fell for it.
"A senior?"
"Yes, a senior."
"Aa."
Trying to end the conversation there completely, I strolled past him with a slight skip in my step to scramble away faster. "Well, I guess I'll be on my way, Orochimaru-sama." Did I get his name right? Oh, please tell me I did... I half expected him to lash out at me with a, 'LI-AH! You are certainly not a senior! Kukuku...', but of course, no one does that... besides Jiraiya-sensei, but he's an exception. I'm close to getting away from the classroom when his voice stops me.
"..Indeed you should. I hope to meet you again, Kaminari-san."
I froze dead in my tracks as he walked out from the door frame and past me. His footsteps clicked rhythmically against the floor while he advanced further and further away from my position.
How the hell did he know my name?
"You know, the festival is coming up soon in Konoha Square, yeah. We're scheduled to be preforming," Deidara said, swinging his KonoHigh bag back and forth. "We still need to find a vocalist."
Itachi let a bitter growl escape his lips, directed only at the blond.
"Oh, right... I. I need to find the vocalist..." The blond sighed deeply, stepping up the flight of stairs along Itachi and I. "I think there's a music room somewhere around here, hmm. Now to find it again..."
"You're such a hopeless case," I mumbled beside him, a hand running through my auburn hair to make it stick further on end in irritation. "Hurry up, brat. I swear if you can't find that room..."
Moving again, I went towards the light at the end. I really shouldn't be here... I should leave... But just one quick tour before I go... But if I'm caught again... So much reasoning passed through my mind so quickly that I was still not convinced of my actions until I felt the sudden burst of darkness enveloping my surroundings.
As I stood on the once closed threshold, I examined the large room, big as the classrooms here itself. The lights were off, and the blinds were slightly open to let light in, which explained the light I saw in the hallway. Tiny dust particles covered the instruments aligned across the room. It was obvious that no one's been here in a long time. Centered in the room, in the middle of the various types of flutes and other numerous devices was a sleek black piano. A lot of musical pieces are lined up against the wall, and judging from the size of this room, there's a good chance there's a lot more than seventy, but nothing else stands out except the piano.
Walking over to the instrument provoking my interest, I lifted up the dark cover with a rare feeling of excitement. A grin broke across my usual serious façade as my hand slid gently across the sleek black and white keys. The piano itself seems old, the cover and such, just like the rest of the musical devices in the room, but the condition of the keys and strings inside were as good as new. It appears as if it has only been played once.
Adverting my eager gaze away from my newfound procession, I took a notice of the other instruments across the room I hadn't noticed before; they were unusually new, something that looked like it'd been bought a few months prior. Two of the three were electric guitars. The first one was a dark shade of midnight, one that can catch a person's interest right away. The other was a deep color of maroon-red, something that makes people suddenly want to reach out at touch it. Next to the two string instruments was a set of drums, already set up for immediate use.
That questioned my earlier assumption if people really hadn't been here in a while. The two guitars and the drums seemed in much better condition than everything else in the room, and not an inch of it was covered with dust.
Turning back to the piano, I reached under it and slid out the bench. Situated comfortably on the edge, my fingers began to rest on the keys, thinking that it would be best to see how well it worked. Hitting a few keys as a test-run, I concluded that it worked perfectly fine and began to hit a couple of soft keys. Once I was sure it had no problems, I played a couple of more notes, adjusting it to the right tone. Cracking my mouth apart slightly, the familiar words of Korean intertwined with my Japanese accent.
Nan ajik oridago malhadon yalmi oon yokshim jaeng iga
Oneuleun wenil inji saranghae hamyo kiseuhae joo otnae
Itachi stopped dead in his tracks as a series of piano notes and a light, but identifiable, voice rang from the direction opposite of them. That was probably the music room. Looking back at his band members, they nodded in agreement, telling him they heard it, too.
Ulgooreun balgaejigoh noran nooneun kodaraejigo
Dorineun nae ibshooreun paran bitgal pado gata
Another line of Korean words invaded their ears.
"Deidara, you idiot... You lead us in the wrong direction..."
"Hey, guys. Look at this." The spiky haired blond slapped down a flyer in front of the Uchiha face, also getting the rosette's attention. "There's going to be a festival in Konoha Square! Sharingan is preforming! Isn't this great?"
"We know that, dobe. But the performance is going to be delayed until they find a new vocalist," Sasuke murmured, his eyes still at the book in his hand. Annoying dobe. Annoying class. Why the hell am I taking algebra in the first place? But his thoughts were interrupted as he looked back at the sheet colored in a dusty vermilion shade."Their first vocalist had such a horrible voice..."
Cutting Sasuke off, Naruto pointed at the bold words beneath the characters the read 'Sharingan'. What really caught the Uchiha attention was the second series of characters. チーム7 was written in large lettering beneath the first line.
Sakura raised a skinny pink eyebrow. "What is Itachi-san thinking?" she whispered. "I thought..."
Naruto grinned broadly. "Look here! It says, 'Unexpected Live Performance by Sharingan with a surprise collaborated song. An official comeback for the band Team 7.' See? See?" Naruto asked, excitement filling his eyes. "Look, look! It reads 'Team 7'! That's us!"
~SPECIAL GRAND EVENT~
SHARINGAN PREFORMING LIVE AT THE KONOHAGAKURE SAKURA FESTIVAL ON SEPTEMBER 15
UNEXPECTED LIVE PERFORMANCE BY THE NEW HIT BAND, HOTTEST ENTERTAINMENTS OUT THERE, SHARINGAN, WITH A SURPRISE COLLABORATED SONG STARRING NEW GUESTS. AN OFFICIAL COMEBACK FOR THE SENSATIONAL BAND, TEAM 7.
HOSTED BY
KONOHAGAKURE INTERNATIONAL HIGH SCHOOL
SPECIAL GUESTS WILL INCLUDE, THE HOTTEST MALES OF THE CENTURY AND THE CHERRY BLOSSOM OF THE TWO BANDS;
IZANAGI, SATOSHI, DEICHI, NASHI, SEI, SHIN, AND SAKIKO
A NEW STAR APPEARANCE VOCALIST WILL BE SEEN IN THE SHARINGAN BAND.
AN EVENT YOU WOULD NEVER WANT TO MISS!
万華鏡
チーム7
Below posted a very graphic picture of the two bands, obviously drawn, but was in greatly vivid details.
Naruto's grin widened further, if that was possible to say the least. Fishing out his phone and fumbling with a couple of the buttons, the blond snapped a quick picture of the mini-poster, before sending it to the desired contact.
"Who are you sending that to, dobe?"
"Sai, who else?"
"..Why?"
"Because Team 7 is officially coming back!"
Bleep~
"Sai, turn off your GODDAMN PHONE BEFORE I CONFISCATE IT AGAIN." Danzo-sensei turned around from his Government lesson, flashing a humorless glare in my general direction.
"My apologies, Sensei. I assure you it certainly won't happen again." Masking a quick, fake smile and flipping open the metal hand device, I stared down at the text sent from the obvious blond dimwit I had to call a band member. What would be that important as to interrupt class?
Clicking the message open briefly, an outline of a real smile etched across my face, cracking my usually vague features.
"What are you smiling about, Sai?" the teacher at the front demanded maliciously.
"Nothing to worry about, Sensei. Nothing at all of importance." Danzo-sensei made a grunt of agreement as I shove the deviced back in my pocket, flipping open the History book.
Today had certainly been a nice twist in the circumstances with Team 7...
Right, Naruto-kun?
"Tell me, what are you doing here in our band room, Kaminari-san?"
...
Caught AGAIN? The whole world is out to get me today! The young junior froze, her fingers frozen on the pressed white keys. You're telling me this place actually belonged to someone? And to make it worse, it belonged to them? Aw, shit. Shit, shit, shiiiit.
"So... You're a song writer?" the red head asked behind her, musing the idea in his head, before opening his mouth to speak again. "That was quite an impressive song. I'm fascinated by how well you placed it together," he complemented. "Would you consider-"
"No, Sasori. Simply not. I will not have someone as ill-educated as this girl in our band."
Kaminari spun around to find the source of the voice, only to meet a set of ebony obsidian glaring in her general direction. "Uchiha..." she growled, her fist clenched at her side. "You guys can't claim everything in this school. You can't possibly have this entire room belonging to only you. And anyway, who would join your pathetic band anyway?"
Itachi's eyes narrowed, but simply dismissed the last insult. "In actuality, we have the appropriate portion of money, so that goal could be achieved if we'd wanted, but doing so would not be beneficial for us. We have our own goals that does not consists of owning everything in this school, but it does include us renting out the band room for the time we'll be staying." His face remained impassive and blank while he spoke, making him impossibly hard to read. "I suggest you leave now while you can. You're standing in our property."
"But Itachi," the blond Kaminari'd noticed from earlier hissed behind him, "you're giving up the perfect opportunity to-"
"No, Deidara. I won't allow it. We can find a vocalist any other time. This girl does not qualify for the requirements we've set."
"What are you talking about, Uchiha? This girl sounds sounds a hell lot better than all the shitty vocalists we've had in the past, and those girls didn't have any of our requirements! Do you intend on going back to finding fangirls on the street?"
"Perhaps. Would it had been someone else, I would have agreed, but not her." Itachi tipped his head in her direction as if making a point. "Girl, get out of our property. This room belongs to us, and regardless of what you say, you cannot enter without our permission. You wouldn't want Sarutobi-sama to be informed of you snooping in the seniors' private hallways, correct?"
"Is that blackmail, Uchiha?" she snapped. "I still haven't reported your little incident to the police yet, and my father is fairly friendly with the ANBU around these parts!"
"Little girl, you're lucky I haven't sued you to court yet for jaywalking and damaging my car."
"Jaywalking?" she asked incredulously. "There was a stop sign and crosswalk there! You obviously didn't see it when you were driving over the speed limit of the road!"
"Well, of course I didn't see it. Your dark hair practically blended with the surroundings. Tell me, is your hair a birth defect?"
...
He did not say what I think he said. He and that bastard emo brother of his are definitely related.
"It does not blend with the surroundings! And for your information, it's natural!"
"Aa, in what? The zoo?" Itachi countered almost immediately.
...
Definitely related. Wait, scratch that. They're practically the same person in two bodies. Stupid Uchihas brothers.
"What the hell does my hair have to do with you hitting me with your car, anyway?" she snapped, completely ignoring the other members in the room, who were quite amused.
"You were walking out in the middle of the night. You know how dark in gets here in Konoha after six," he replied evenly, his cold onyx eyes boring into her set of light blue. "Your freakish hair blends in with it, like I said."
"Well, apparently I wasn't well informed. If you were't such a big, conceited ignoramus, you'd figure that I've just moved here!" she snapped, folding her arms crossly. "And I swear, Uchiha. If you insult my hair again, I'll report your incident to the police and make sure you'll never see the light of day again."
"I'm afraid not. You see, my father is actually the head of the police force, Arakawa-san. I doubt you'd be able to do any real charges against me."
Cue countdown.
3...
2..
1-
Kaminari's silver eyes flashed with pure anger as she screamed, leaving even the Uchiha both surprised and speechless. "GO TO HELL, YOU UCHIHA JACKASS! LET'S SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT WHEN YOU GET HIT WITH A CAR!"
"Calm down, Kaminari-san. I'm sure Itachi-san didn't mean it," Sakura comforted, trying to console the poor girl into the coffee shop. "Come on, let's go in. I'll buy you a drink while you tell me what happened."
Relenting into the desiring urge, she nodded, following the rosette into the cafe. She'd only been inside the place a few times before since she was still new to the town of Konoha, but it had been one of the best cafe's she'd visited. The decoration was pretty normal, completed with beige walls, polished wooden floors, and average sized tables here and there. Back in Amegakure, where she used to live, cafes there were just plain and boring.
Kaminari blinked when she saw the person behind the register, recognizing him as one of the constant employees. He was reading a book like usual, flipping through the pages casually. His messy black hair framed his face while the rest stuck out slightly at the back. He had brilliant brownish hazel eyes with a dark hint of a smoky color below said eyes.
He has a duck butt hairstyle like the emo bastard... Except he makes duck butts look ever hotter, she thought for a moment. With the tousled jet black hair and the light brown eyes, he reminds me of a mix of Itachi and Sasori... Hot, to be honest.
...
Oh god, I did not just think that.
Clearing her thoughts, Kaminari walked up alongside the rosette to the cashier, realizing that by now, the male'd had placed away his book and was flashing her a smile. He couldn't have been more than a year or two older than her.
"Do you have a map?" She looked up in confusion, realizing a suggestive smile etch across his face. " 'cause I just got lost in your eyes."
"That might have been the corniest pickup line, yet," she laughed, shaking her head.
"Alright, how about this one: Did it hurt?"
"Did what hurt?"
"You know, when you fell from heaven?"
Kaminari giggled, earning a bow from the male. "Quite the flirtatious man, aren't you?"
"I take great pride in my job, thank you very much," he responded with an outstretched grin. "Hey, are you gonna tell me your name, Little Angel?"
"And why should I?"
"So I can call Heaven, and tell 'em they're missing an angel, obviously." His contagious grin only grew increasingly wider as she shook her head, while simultaneously suppressing a laugh. "Anyway, welcome to Café La Ruche," he announced in a fake French accent, "what can I get you, Little Angel?"
"Two cups of tea would be nice; one white and the other green."
He nodded curtly, before disappearing behind the curtain to the kitchen and bringing out a pair of tea glasses only a minute later. "There you go, Little Angel. It's on me if you tell me your name," he added suggestively.
"Arakawa Kaminari, if you must know. And who would be be?"
"Jun Satoshi, at your service." He bowed once again, beaming superiorly at the younger girl. "See ya around, Little Kami."
She nodded happily, before the rosette dragged her out of the cafe, pointing at her accusingly. "How in the world did you meet him?" she asked alarmed, grabbing the cup of green tea from the younger female's hands. "No, on second thought, no, I don't want to know. What happened with you and Itachi-san, anyway?"
"He..."
...
"HE DID WHAT?"
"He hit me with a car."
"A car."
"Precisely."
"As in hit."
"Yes."
"With a car."
"Yes."
"..Are you sure? Itachi-san's one of the safest-"
"Sakura," she seethed in exasperation, "do I have to spell it out for you? He. Hit. Me. With. A. Car."
"HELP ME UP, YOU RETARD!" she yelled, infuriated, at the Uchiha, drawing back his attention.
Itachi, snapping out of his thoughts, extended an arm and pulled the girl up. "Are you oka-"
"Oh yes. Just fine and great. No I'm not FUCKING OKAY, YOU ASSHOLE! I just had a nice meeting with the freaking cement when someone decided to drive over the speed limit of a road! HOW DO YOU THINK I AM?" the younger girl snapped through her gritted teeth.
"Wow." Sakura breathed out. "The Uchiha Itachi hit you with a car, and you yelled at him?"
"Obviously." Kaminari snorted, sipping in the contents of the freshly made white tea. "What else do you want me to do? Ask him to kiss it better?" she asked with dripping sarcasm. "I was hit by a Jeep, Sakura. Nooooo; it wasn't a tiny Toyota or anything, it just had to be a fucking Jeep. Worst 'Welcome to Konoha' gift, ever."
Kaminari leaned back in her chair lazily, watching as the clock slowly ticked by. Ten minutes until the end of my shift...
Tick~tock.
Tick~tock.
Ba~ka.
Ba~ka.
A deep scowl had permanently twisted her mouth as she sat rigid at your desk, eying the doctors enviously as they got to help to patients. She sighed with an unmasked depression, before glancing back at the device attached on the wall. I should at least get to help. Give me some credit for being the head surgeon's daughter...
Tick~tock.
Tick~tock.
Ba-
"Arakawa-san, you're needed in the emergency unit right away!" a nurse in white shouted, slamming open the door of the younger girl's office.
Oh. Thank GOD.
"I'll be right there," she answered dismissively, grabbing the clean coat hanging from the rack.
Slipping it on professionally, Kaminari walked quickly across the empty hallway and into the room of the emergency unit. Grabbing a pair of gloves from the open box, she snapped them on as she grabbed a white doctor-esque mask and placed it in a fluid motion around her mouth. Turning on the blaring fluorescent lights, she prepared the correct tools and places them in front of her, making sure all had been cleaned and none were bloodstained.
"Current conditions, Atsuko-san?" she said nonchalantly, addressing the blue haired female who was currently taking her position next to her.
"Male. Hit by a car. Current damages include broken ribs, concussion and internal bleeding, however the injuries aren't that severe or fatal," Atsuko recalled as she passed Kaminari scissors.
Pulling on the male's white shirt, she began to cut it apart, only to recognize it as one of the KonoHigh male students' signature shirts, and judging from the size, the man was no more than a senior. Looking up to see if she could recognize him, Kaminari realized one thing.
The male was Uchiha Itachi.
Um... Yeah... So... I hoped to enjoyed this chapter! *sweatdrops*
Yeah... Itachi kind of... got hit with... a car... Literally ._. ..Karma, I guess? XD
Anyway, I hope you guys are enjoying and sticking with the story, even if I take a while to update. I hope you guys got the idea that Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, and Sai are another band. Review? *hopeful eyes* It's motivation for me to update this faster! Well, I'll see you next time!
