4th chapter up!! :D:D
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Marks
Thursday :
„STUPID BABOON!!!!"
„Just because you don't know how to balance the freaking equation doesn't give you the right to call me a baboon."
„Alright, alright …. SMART ASS!"
„Te .."
„Stupid, selfish, arrogant, ignorant, sexist, lazy-ass, genius, geek, girly BABOON-SMART ASS!"
After that I took a deep breath and stared daggers at the boy in front of me. That had been the longest insult that had left my mouth since … well, since ever. I have never been so worked up to insult someone this long and … this creative.
„Alright, can we come down to serious business now, please?"
I hit him with a fan, one last time. He flinched and I began to like the tool. Still growling I sat over the tasks he had been giving me. Why my outburst? He had humiliated me. And when I say humiliated I MEAN humiliated. In front of Asuma-sensei. He had humiliated me to no end.
FLASHBACK
„So you have even problems with the basics, Temari?"
I just nodded, too ashamed to say anything.
„Nah. I think you can do the very basics. Let's see."
He looked at a paper and scribbled something on the black board. Somehow the equation looked familiar, but I didn't know how to handle it and I just looked at it – startled. Why was it so familiar? Hell, why didn't equations just SPEAK !! After another five minutes of silent staring with the chalk in my hand – or the rests of it, as I had clutched it real hard as it had seemed, my sensei stood up and sighed.
„Temari, I should probably let you repeat the year." He sighed and handed me the paper.
There it was – the reason why the equation was so familiar. I had done it before; it had been my first equation. I stared at it, feeling useless, stupid, and dumb. But most of all – kami help me, I don't know why – I felt somehow betrayed by Shikamaru.
FLASHBACK ENDS
And here I was screaming on the top of my lungs. Screaming out my frustration, ignoring the point that I was close to tears – why, I wasn't sure – and that my voice was cracking.
„Alright. We will do this differently. I will let you learn the different rules first, with some examples and then we go to the actual tasks. Okay?"
Grumpily I leaned over the book he pulled closer – starting to learn my first rule. When Shikamaru left, he would ask me, if it was okay, to meet at the week-end for lessons too, seeing as my status in Chemistry really sucked. I just nodded and slammed the door in his face.
Friday :
I didn't even know, why she had screamed at me the day before. It couldn't possibly be, because I had showed Asuma-sensei the four examples we had already done. I really was startled when she didn't recognize her first chemical equation. She was staring at it for five minutes, crumbling the chalk in her right hand. That was the point when I realized that she had real problems in Chemistry. She was a clever girl, no question, she just seemed to have a blockage. So that day I decided to go to the library and borrow a book about the rules for balancing chemical equations, and about chemical equations in all.
I read to her, passage by passage, waited if she understood, she asked questions if she didn't, noted the things and showed me the paper after the lesson. I admired her organization: everything was clearly written, the headlines were clearly underlined and I just nodded.
So today, we would continue. Lazily I stood at the school portal, waiting for her, to finally come out. I was about to leave, when I saw her hurry across the court – a cut over her left temple.
„Don't ask, let's just leave." She had whispered and I had complied.
At my house I was glad that neither my mum nor my dad was present, for they would have asked too many troublesome questions. I for my part just took care of her injury, while she stared straight ahead.
„You can tell me anytime you want, but if you don't want to you don't have to." I said, before I left to pack away the first aid kit and came back.
„So …" I said rubbing my hands together „let's start, won't we?"
Usually I'm not like this – faking enthusiasm, faking anything. It was too bothersome; it would throw up questions, why I was like this, why I did this, why I did that … blablabla. But this time I think, it really was needed. Because even if many people around me think that I am indifferent about everything, I really care about people. About all of them – at least … the people around me. I really do. So this time, to prevent her from thinking of it, to prevent her from getting lost in thoughts I did the only thing that I would do when I had troubles – I worked.
The lesson went into a routine quickly. I read, she wrote, I skipped and unnecessary part, and she looked at me. The first time today. I did as if I hadn't realized it, and kept on reading, and she went back to writing.
This evening, I accompanied her home, feeling it was right. We didn't say a word, yet as she stood in her doorway she turned around to me.
„Thank you lazy-ass."
Saturday:
The day before I had been attacked by someone I didn't know. He had been very, very, very … pale. Even his eyes had been … steel blue, his hair white and his skin … well … pale, pale, pale, pale, PALE! He had been smiling after our fight. YES OF COURSEI FOUGHT BACK! I'm not some silly girly girl that can't defend herself. But really, they are no harm to me – not in any way. They can't do to me what I really fear the most – they haven't got my father.
Well … our little fight had taken fifteen minutes and after he had been landing a cut on my temple he had smirked and vanished. Can you imagine that?!! I mean, at least saying who he is, or giving some stupid comment on what do I know?!!! But NO! He just ran away after he had the blood on his knife.
Shitface, even worse than lazy ass.
Speak of the devil. He had really been comprehensive for once. He had been leaving with me without asking stupid questions, taken care of my minimal injury and had just went on with the usual lesson. I was pretty satisfied by that. Okay, I was not satisfied, I was thankful. Utterly thankful. Even as he had walked me home – somehow it was cute…
Today I will have to juggle with my time plans. Shikamaru's idea to have lessons on the week-end just screwed with the band try-outs.
I had called the other girls to tell them and they said it was okay, if I came a bit later – that way they were able to discuss the new songs.
So here I was, sitting in his stupid living room, the band-aid already taken down and the scar slowly forming – it won't stay long though – listening to his voice and writing down key words and explanations. Somehow things really DO get clear. I mean … it's much more organized now.
There is a lecture, and some examples to it. And every evening I do 3 of the examples that are on the sheet that has „to be finished Monday" – yes, sir.
But really … I think it gets a bit clearer. Well, we will see. I don't want to say anything yet.
The day had been quite calm … despite the fact that the band had called me, telling me that they would have the tryout at 20h instead of 16h. I only appreciate that. At least then I have some time to get myself fresh and to train my voice a bit, before we actually go down to business.
Well … the day was calm until his mother actually spilled some tea… on my shoulders.
„AH!" the hot drink was burning my shoulders, but all I did was flinching and screaming out this one syllable. His mother excused herself a thousand times, apologizing for what do I know.
„It's alright, Nara-san. It wasn't done on purpose… just, could I get something to change?"
I eyed her.
„Yes, sure … Shika …" she looked at him and he growled a bit, but raised himself, motioning me to follow him.
It was the first time I was in his room actually. I looked at it … and hesitated to come in. To say it was a „mess" would have been an understatement. It was pure chaos. It was even worse than Kankouro's room … and boy I tell you: that room is something.
„Come in, come in. There's nothing that bites in here." He said again, motioning me this time to come nearer.
He rummaged in a drawer and after some time held up a neatly folded, black T-Shirt …. With short sleeves… I looked at him.
„Ummmm …. I-I …. Have you maybe something with l-long sl-e-eeves?" I asked him shy and stuttering.
„Only pullovers."
I sighed. It was definitely too hot for pullovers. But I couldn't show … my arms. They weren't healed. I would have to explain. Defeated I closed the door and took the shirt. I didn't even have to say something, out of courtesy he turned around by himself, giving me the private space I needed.
I fidgeted at the sight of my arms and sighed : „I-I … You can t-turn … a-aro-ound."
Hell, I sounded like Hinata! One of my fellow band members. She sure was a nice girl … just a bit too shy sometimes. As he turned around his eyes went immediately to my arms, while I tried – without success – to hide them in the short sleeves of the shirt. He sucked in his breath.
Slowly he came nearer until he eventually stood right in front of me. Reaching out, he slowly took and arm of me – loosely. I knew immediately that he gave me the chance to pull it away. But it was too late now anyways.
Scars, burn marks, cuts, stabbing scars … all over my arms. The well known patterns on the inside of my arms. He slowly turned the arm, inspecting the wounds. He then slowly grabbed the other arm. And inspected it as well. I think he must have been aware of the huge black bruise, as he started touching immediately – carefully. He seemed like comparing the two arms.
He then let them hang down slowly again, looking at me.
„Stay."
Was the only thing he said, before he left. I felt like crying. If he told anyone … I could be losing my brothers to HIM again. I couldn't afford that. I would never. It was then that he returned with the first-aid-kit again – closing the door behind him.
„Take a seat." He instructed, shoving some clothes down the floor to make some place on his bed.
I sat down – still saying nothing. Somehow this was embarrassing. As he took my hands again, he took them with great care and with gentle hands. Applying a cool cream to my arms he bandaged my arms carefully and with the professionalism of a medic. I didn't dare to look at him.
Still in silence he also took care of the other arm, being careful not to touch the bruise too much. When he was done and the first-aid-kit was back at its place again, he rummaged through his drawers once again. Seemingly he didn't find what he was searching and it was depressing him.
„Sorry. I don't find a long T-Shirt. I have chemises though …. If you want." He suggested. I just nodded.
He opened another door and took out a black chemise, handing it to me.
„I'll be waiting for you downstairs." He said and left me alone in the room.
Darn what was I thinking! He had seen my arms, and now … I was sure he waited for an explanation… Just HOW should I explain to him?! I couldn't ! Kankouro and Gaara were in this too … and Gaara was in this very, very deep …
Still I decided to come down, seeing him waiting for me to finish our lesson, and so we did… As if nothing had happened. And deep down I was very thankful for that.
As he was accompanying me home, I could see Gaara and Kankouro looking out of the window, watching as he brought me home – we had not shared a word. The two would not fail, that I was wearing a men's chemise … and it wasn't mine – although I possessed some – and he was accompanying me for the second evening in row.
Oh shit … and the bandages… Yeah, I would have a lot to explain I mused as I bade goodbye Shikamaru, just as he did, before turning around and walking back.
Yeah ... it's finished. I'm quite satisfied with myself^^ I double-checked the spelling and I'm going to bang my head against the wall for every fault you find...
Ummm, well ... the chapter is the first to reveal one of Temari's secrets, but it's still far far far from the truth .... they still have Chemistry to concentrate at^^
Please review^^
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