Me: Yo! I have been inactive lately but please excuse me I have been very busy lately. Senior year is tough, dattebane! I sincerely apologize.
Obito: Hugs to the readers from me!
Me: So anyways, Chicky isn't with me lately for she is with her prince Charming. And her prince Charming is none other than-
Chicky: NO! –Tackles Ziggy-
Obito: Yeah so Chicky's prince is-
Chicky: Don't you dare finish that sentence!
Obito:-pouts- Okay! Sheesh! Anyways, enjoy reading!
CHAPTER 33
My heart was pounding the whole time we wrote the song. It was . . . fun and a lot easier than I expected because Pein and I shared pretty much the same taste in music, both listening and writing. We also got the acoustics of our song down since he suddenly had pulled out a guitar from a corner in the green house. He told me he liked to write his own songs in this place and so he always kept the instrument there as well.
We sang the song we had written together for the second time that day. It was pretty good and the lyrics were simply honest. I wrote my own verse, about him, about the person who seemed to get under my skin a lot. Pein did too. Surprisingly, it was a girl and I couldn't help but wonder who it was.
"Who did you write about?" I blurted out.
Pein raised an eyebrow at me, "What?"
I looked at my lap, since my feet were folded under my butt, "Well . . . the person who gets under your skin the most; I was just wondering who it was."
Pein was silent, probably debating whether or not he should tell me I bet. I sighed, "It's okay; you don't have to-"
"You." Pein said so quietly that I almost missed it. But I didn't.
"E-eh?" I said slowly.
Pein looked at me and gave a small smirk, "You get under my skin a lot; still haven't decided if its good or bad though."
I blushed and turned away; all this time it was me he wrote and sang about. Gosh, that was enough to make my heart do gymnastics in my chest. Stupid Moody-ass jerk. This is one of the reasons he gets under my skin; he's annoyingly unpredictable.
"Well guess what," I told him. "You are the one who gets under my skin and so far it's not in a good way."
Pein seemed slightly taken aback at first and then he smirked, "Hn."
We looked at each other and as usual, I was drowning in his pools of purple mystery. We then broke out laughing; well I did anyway while he simply chuckled quietly.
"Yeah so I guess we're done with the song." He said as he stretched his arms.
When he said that, something inside me felt . . . kinda uneasy. The song we wrote we would be performing with the rest of the band and that was super cool but . . . I didn't want to perform this song with them.
Before I could stop myself, I spoke to Pein, "Let's not do this song."
Pein raised an eyebrow, "Why not?"
Smooth move. I bit my lip and fidgeted a bit. Now what am I gonna do?! Oh well, honesty's the best policy. I took a deep breath, "The song we just wrote . . . I feel it's too personal okay? Can we just . . . write another song?"
He might not agree to my favor. But what I said was true. The song we wrote together had a story behind it; the story of us. Each word in the lyric was the carnation of our thoughts about each other. I don't know why I was acting so sensitive about it but what I said to him was the truth.
After a brief silence, Pein said the words that had me taken aback, "Fine we have an hour and a half left before Obito calls and makes dirty accusations. Might as well get started."
I was baffled; he was actually agreeing to this?
"You sure this is okay?" I asked slowly. "I mean . . . I thought you'd think it'd be a waste of time."
"It is a waste of time," He said coolly. I twitched. "But for reasons I don't know myself, I feel this song should . . . stay between us for now."
I stared at him like he was a being from Mars. He understood me. He like really understood me. And here I thought I would never get along with him.
"You're okay," I said to him with a grin. "I mean you act all Moody and you can be a real jerk at times but you're not all bad."
Pein looked at me and for a second I saw surprise flicker in his eyes before amusement replaced it. He smirked cockily, "Really now? I'm sorry to say you're still an annoying blue bird to me."
I twitched; the nerve of this guy! I opened my mouth to snap at him and take back my compliment (if that's what you call it) when he placed a hand on my head, stopping me from what I was doing. And the next thing he did almost make me want to bite myself just to see if I was dreaming.
He smiled at me.
He
Freaking
Smiled
At
Me!
It was a small one, it could be mistaken for a smirk, but nevertheless I knew it was a genuine smile. He ruffled my hair, "But I guess you're a good kind of annoying, if that makes sense."
I stared at him. He stared back at me. His hand moved from my head to my face and gently caressed it. Absentmindedly, I leaned towards his palm. My heart was beating so fast , I was sure he could hear it. When his face slowly leaned down towards mine the voice in my head spoke all at once, some telling me to stop, some telling me to continue.
I turned out all the voices and simply closed my eyes, waiting . . .
But our lips never met. Instead, Pein's phone started to buzz. We pulled away immediately and awkwardly. I cleared my throat and looked at my lap while Pein took out his phone to answer it. He sighed as he looked at the screen.
"We still have an hour and a half left, Obito." Pein said monotonously into the phone.
Pein listened as Obito spoke on the other end. Pein then sighed, "Moron, we are song writing not letting out hormones let loose."
I immediately understood what Obito was saying. I took the phone from Pein "Do not make any nasty accusations. We're not done with the song yet!"
"Chill out," Obito said coolly. "I just thought it was taking too long."
I rolled my eyes, "Well like Pein said, we still have time left."
"Pein huh?" Obito said with a snicker. "What happened to Moody ass jerk?"
I blushed, "Shut up!" I then hung up and glared at the phone in my hands.
Pein cleared his throat. I turned to look at him and saw him raising an eyebrow at me and holding out his hand, "I'd like my phone back before you kill it."
I stuck my tongue out at him and handed the object back to him. My mind wandered back to what we were about to do before Obito's call interrupted us. I blushed at the memory. We were about to kiss. Just like in Konoha.
Could it be? Was I really falling for him?
"Let's write the song." Pein said flatly. I looked at him and saw him tuning his guitar. I nodded and went over to sit next to him. The atmosphere around us was thick. I opened my lyric journal and uncapped my pen.
Pein chuckled, "I didn't realize you were so obsessed with me."
"Huh?" I said, confused. He pointed to my lyric journal which had pictures of him in Chibi version and of course, the detail sketches of his eyes. I blushed as I flipped open a new page. Pein still had an annoying smirk on his face.
"Let's just right the song already!" I exclaimed, trying to suppress the blush that was red hot on my cheeks.
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Hana sighed deeply. She looked at Deidara who seemed to be deep in thought. 'Deidara-san is awfully quiet today.' Hana thought to herself.
She rolled her eyes at Obito who was laughing like a maniac with Sasori after they hung up on the phone with Konan. Itachi seemed uncomfortable sitting near them and so, he was now standing near the window, staring out into the rain.
Hana stared at him a bit longer. He seemed so deep in thought and as he exhaled, his breath fogged the glass of the window. Itachi then averted his gaze and their eyes met. Hana immediately looked away from his gaze, blushing.
'Great; he's gonna think you're some stalker now!' Hana thought gloomily. The truth was that she found herself looking at Itachi more and more. Especially after a certain incident that took place in Konoha. Two incidents to be precise. She blushed at the memory. She hadn't even told Konan yet and she knew she had to soon; she really needed to talk to someone about this!
She then turned to Sasori. No doubt, he was probably the sweetest guy she had ever met. She had taken a liking to him in a way too. He looked up and met her gaze. He smiled at her and Hana simply smiled back. She liked him no doubt and . . . she had a feeling that if she tried, she would definitely like him in that way.
But then there were her complicated feelings towards a certain Uchiha.
"Ne Hana-chan, what are you thinking about?" Obito said suddenly.
"H-huh?" Hana said as she looked at the spiky haired Uchiha. She smiled at him. "Oh it's nothing; just hoping Konan-chan hasn't gone bananas and ripped Pein-san's head off or anything. She can be quite temperamental."
Sasori chuckled, "I wonder how Pein would react."
"I'll be right back; I need to wash my hands." Hana said to the others. She then headed for the kitchen. She turned on the faucet and washed her hands. The truth was she just needed some alone time to make up a decision.
Hana sighed as she turned the water off. She wiped her hands on her shirt.
She knew she could always cancel but she didn't know whether or not if she should. She did not know what compelled her to do it but she had done it anyways
Maybe it was because her father was back and so she could make a comeback too?
Or maybe she did it because she hoped her father would finally notice her talents?
Hana clenched her fists. 'No way! He abandoned me. I don't need his approval whatsoever. I just wasn't in the right mind.' She told herself.
Hana looked at the small dining table in the kitchen. Atop the wooden furniture lay a single sheet of white paper; a registration form to be exact. The only thing written on the form was one name, in pencil.
Inuzuka Hana.
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"We're done!" I said with glee.
Our second song-writing session had been a success as well and we had come up with a good song. Pein looked at his watch, "We'll I guess we should head back before Obito and the others get their dirty minds working again.
I laughed, "Let's go."
I didn't have trouble climbing down the ladder. Not much anyways. Pein was there to help me; he climbed down first and helped me out every time I got wobbly. Once my feet touched the floor, I let go of Pein's hand and cleared my throat awkwardly, "Thanks."
Pein simply nodded and walked ahead of me with his hands in his pockets. I caught up to him and walked beside him. I then looked up to the sky and saw that it had stopped raining.
"The rain stopped." I pointed out.
Pein followed my gaze and looked at the sky too, "Yeah."
I let out a quiet sigh. The sky was still grey with clouds but I could somehow see specks of gold from behind them. The sky had been this way on my fifth birthday; the first time I ever learned how to sing a full song, all by myself.
I remembered it like it was yesterday . . .
Flashback
"SURPRISE!" my mom and dad yelled as I walked in through the front door.
I was taken aback so I let out a yelp. My mother laughed at my expression and came over to kiss my forehead. She then pulled away and smiled warmly at me, "Happy birthday my darling."
I grinned widely and jumped into my mother's open arms. My dad came from behind and hugged me and my mom. He placed a kiss on top of my head.
He then gave me a toothy grin, "Come on, let's cut the cake before the candles melt."
And so we did. I blew out all five candles in one go after Mom and Dad sang the Happy Birthday song. Dad took some pictures. We all had cake and ice cream. I found myself staring at the simple yet amazing decoration my mother had done. Balloons and streamers filled the walls and ceilings of the living room, giving it more life and colors.
"Let's do something fun, shall we?" My mom said cheerfully as she handed me and my dad a red plastic cup each. She placed one in front of her on the table.
I looked at her, "What kind of game momma?"
"Oh I get it," My dad said to my mom. He then looked at me. "Baby, it's actually a song but we'll make a game out of it. You gotta learn it first."
"Teach me papa!" I said excitedly. And for the next fifteen minutes, they taught me this thing called 'The Cup Song.' It was hard at first but eventually I got the hang of it. My mom even taught me the lyrics to the song. Now we were all sitting in a circle on the carpeted floor of the living room.
My mom placed one red cup in front of me, "You start, Konan. And then, pass it to papa."
I nodded happily and rolled up the sleeves of my shirt. I then started the song. The beat had to be carried out twice at the beginning and so I did it twice. I then started to sing as I passed the cup to my father.
I've got my ticket for the long way round,
two bottles of whiskey for the way.
And I sure would like some sweet company,
and I'm leaving tomorrow what you say.
When I'm gone,
When I'm gone,
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
You're gonna miss me by my hair,
You're gonna miss me everywhere,
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
Once my dad passed the cup to me, I did the beat twice again before I started to sing the second verse.
I've got my ticket for the long way round,
the one with the prettiest of views.
It's got mountains, it's got rivers,
It's got sights that gives you shivers,
But it sure would be prettier with you.
When I'm gone,
When I'm gone,
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
You're gonna miss me by my walk,
You're gonna miss me talk
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
I did the beat twice again and toward the end, I placed the cup in the centre of the circle. My mom and dad clapped and cheered for me. My dad ruffled my hair, "You have a beautiful voice baby! You get that from your old man."
I grinned, "Actually I think I get it from my momma." My mom and I laughed as my dad pouted. Soon he joined in and laughed as well.
"You're crying." Pein's voice snapped me back to reality.
"W-what?" I said shakily. I then realized the tears that were streaming down my cheeks. I hastily brushed them away, "I-It's nothing."
"Sure it is." Pein said sarcastically as he stared at me.
I sighed and looked to the ground as I walked, "It was a day like this . . . that I first learned how to sing. It was my mom and dad who taught me . . ."
Pein was silent, waiting for me to continue.
"They're dead," My voice came out a bit strangled. My throat was thick and fresh tears brimmed in my eyes but I brushed them away before they could fall. "You wouldn't understand."
Pein was still silent. I took my time to wipe away my tears, which flowed mercilessly. Finally, after a long silence, Pein spoke, "At least you have a memory of them."
I looked at him in confusion. Pein refused to meet my gaze and kept his eyes focused ahead, "Your parents. At least you remember them. I . . . don't remember who my parents were."
I was puzzled, "What do you mean you don't know? Kushina-chan and Minato-san live with you in Konoha."
"They're not my real parents," He answered bluntly. "Kushina is . . . my father's sister. So basically, they're my aunt and uncle . . . and Naruto's my cousin."
That was a lot to process. Nevertheless, I asked him, "So . . . what about your real parents?"
Pein hesitated a bit before he answered, "They died when I was three. I lived in an orphanage until I was six. Kushina told me that my mom was from Ame and my dad was from the Whirlpool Country. She told me they died in a car accident and that I was in the car with them but my body was nowhere to be found. She believed that I was alive and had been searching for me ever since the death of her brother.
I've lived with her family ever since. She has now taken me as her son and Minato wholeheartedly agreed with her and they both warmly welcomed me into their home. It's not like I'm not grateful to them or anything but . . . sometimes I wish I knew my parents."
I couldn't believe he was telling me something this personal. Maybe this is why I'm drawn to him. We share remarkable similarities. We both lost our parents at a young age ad found home again when we turned ten; he found Kushina and I found Hana. We both experienced the same pain so without even trying, we understood each other perfectly.
"Why'd you tell me this?" I asked him.
Pein looked up into the sky again, "I don't know. I find myself doing things without even knowing why; especially when I'm around you."
That was funny considering the fact that I find myself doing unpredictable things whenever I was around him. I stared at him. He seemed to be deep in thought as he continued to gaze at the sky. The door was a few feet ahead but I had stopped walking. I watched him as he walked on ahead.
And yet again, without even thinking I acted; I ran towards him and I hugged him from behind.
I felt his body stiffen but I didn't let go. Somehow, I didn't even want to. Soon he relaxed into my touch. No words were exchanged and they weren't needed at the moment. We simply stayed like that, enjoying each other's company.
After a while, I pulled away. He turned his body so that he was facing me. He looked into my topaz eyes with his alluring purple ones.
"Don't tell anyone about this," He said quietly. "Naruto doesn't know that I'm not related to him by blood. Nobody except the Akatsuki know about this so . . . keep this a secret . . . okay?"
I opened my mouth to say something but Pein cut me off, "Fine, you can tell Hana about it but not unless the subject comes up."
I closed my mouth; damn mind reader! But at least I don't have to break a promise with Pein to preserve Hana and my BFF bond. Thunder rumbled across the sky.
I grinned at Pein, "Let's go before it rains again."
Pein gave me a small smirk, "Hn."
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"We're back!" I announced as Hana opened the door of our apartment for me and Pein.
Hana smiled, "Welcome back. So how's it go?"
Pein shrugged, "It's was okay; she was . . . tolerable." He said as he gestured to me with a thumb.
"Oh shut up." I said as I rolled my eyes.
Obito laughed, "Well then let's start practicing from tomorrow okay? Right now, I just wanna lounge around; me feeling lazy."
"Me too." Sasori said with a sigh.
Itachi rolled his eyes, "You're always lazy."
Hana laughed. Suddenly, her phone rang. She frowned as she looked the ID.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"Let's find out, "Hana said with a shrug. She answered her phone. "Hello?"
Whoever was on the other end of that phone had either said something or had scared my best friend because the color drained from her face and her hands started to tremble.
I stared at Hana; so did everyone else. The color then rushed back to her face as she turned beet red. That was amusing. I raised a questioning eyebrow at her.
"I-I-I'm sorry, y-y-y-y-you must h-have dialed the wr-wrong n-number. Bye!" She immediately hung up. The blush on her face was still red hot.
"Who was that?" Obito asked Hana.
Hana vigorously shook her head and then wrapped her arms around her torso, "Some guy looking for someone called Mira."
"So why are you blushing?" I said mischievously. "Did he sound sexy?"
"It should have but . . . it was . . . disgusting!" Hana said with a shiver. She then made gagging noises and stuck her tongue out.
"Did he say something wrong?" Itachi asked her.
"He was literally trying to have phone sex with this 'Mira' and kept on moaning and saying . . . inappropriate things." Hana replied rather awkwardly.
Obito and I broke out laughing. Even Pein chuckled. Sasori and Itachi looked somewhat horrified. Hana let out an exasperated sigh, "Times like this I feel like cutting my hair and becoming a lesbian."
My laughter simmered down into snickers, "Chill out baby. You're still a virgin."
"My ears are not." She said gloomily.
I laughed and patted her back, "Like I said, chill out. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get myself a drink."
I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I heard Obito give a cheer of delight as he played the song 'High School Never Ends.' I laughed silently as I picked up the Orange Juice carton from the fridge; it was empty.
"Oh great, I forgot to buy orange juice." I muttered. I heard someone else enter the kitchen. I turned to see Deidara. He had been weirdly quiet and somehow, I missed the 'un' he always says. I didn't hear much of it today.
"Hey Deidei." I said with a smile.
"Hey." He said flatly. That was odd. He didn't even call me Sharpie. He simply stood there by the door with his hands in his pockets. He seemed . . . troubled.
I then realized that something was bothering him.
"Eh? Deidara, is something wrong?" I asked him.
Deidara shifted uncomfortably, "Sharpie, can we talk?"
I looked at him suspiciously, "Okay . . ."
He then looked at the empty orange carton in my hand, "Come on, I'll talk on the way to the convenience store, un."
He nodded and walked out of the kitchen. I followed him out. Deidara walked towards the front door. Obito called out to him, "Oi senpai! Where are you going?"
"We're going to go get some orange juice. We'll be back soon."
Obito shrugged, "Oh okay."
At least he didn't go off making dirty accusations again. I didn't give him a chance to either. Deidara and I left the apartment.
I climbed into the front seat of Deidara's car while he climbed into the driver's seat. He started the car and pulled out of the driveway. I stared out of the window; it was drizzling but I could still see shy rays of sunshine behind the clouds.
"Perfect." I heard Deidara mutter.
"What is perfect?" I asked him.
He shook his head; a small smirk played on his lips, "The weather, un."
I grinned and looked out of the window again. He was right. The weather was perfect. I opened the window and let the wind blow on my face and play with my hair.
"You'll get sick, un." said Deidara.
I turned to look at him, "I will not! And if I do, I have a Doctor for a Best friend."
Deidara rolled his eyes, "Hana is still in college, un."
"Even so," I said with a shrug. I then sighed. "I missed this."
"Missed what?" He asked me.
"This," I gestured to him and me. "Our random conversations! You've been awfully quiet today."
And then he gave me the silent treatment again. I twitched and punched him in the arm.
"Ow!" He yelled. "What was that for, un?"
I crossed my arms stubbornly, "I don't like the silent treatment you're giving me."
"You're so troublesome, un." Deidara groaned.
I laughed. I then looked at him with concern, "But seriously, is something bothering you?"
Deidara answered hesitantly, "The reason I was silent was because I was making a decision, un."
"Okay," I said with a nod. "A decision about what?"
He reached out and ruffled my hair, "You'll see soon, un."
We arrived at the convenience store. I immediately ran down the long isle and searched for the orange juice. Sadly, they were out so I bought grape juice instead. I bought two cartons because I felt thirsty and greedy and so I was going to finish one carton by myself.
Deidara paid for me. I would have paid myself but again, I had left my wallet at home; careless me. I looked at him as we exited the grocery store, "Thanks Deidei! I owe you one."
Deidara shook his head, "Nah. It's alright. Besides it will seem weird if me, a guy, made you, a girl, pay, un."
I laughed, "Since when are you gentlemanly?"
Deidara gave me a smug smirk, "Why do you think the ladies love me, un?"
I punched him playfully in the arm. I climbed into the car and so did Deidara. Before he put the key into the ignition, he turned to me, "I want to show you something; it's . . . kind of like a surprise."
"A surprise?" I said, failing to hide the curiosity in my voice.
He chuckled, "Yeah. But if we don't hurry now, my surprise is going to be a major fail, un."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" I said excitedly.
"Okay, okay," He said. "But first, I have to blindfold you, un."
"Eh?" I said in surprise. "But why?"
Deidara rolled his eyes, "Do you want the surprise or not?"
I nodded my head vigorously. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue handkerchief. He reached out and blindfolded me. I couldn't see a thing.
"Let's go, un." He said as he started the car.
The drive seemed longer than I thought. I guess it's true that time is too slow for those who wait. The wind blew on my face. I heard Deidara play the radio. The song 'Please don't leave me' by Pink was playing on the radio. I hummed the song to myself.
Finally after what seemed to be an hour (I know it's less that that but it my impatient opinion, it felt like an hour) the car stopped. I fidgeted impatiently in my seat, "Can I get rid of the blindfolds now?"
Deidara chuckled, "Not yet, un."
I heard him get out of the door and close the door shut then he came over and opened my door. He helped me get out of the car.
"Everything is perfect, un," I heard him say. "Are you ready, Sharpie?"
"Yeah!" I said with a grin. I felt the blindfold being removed from my eyes. I slowly opened my eyes and the scene in front of me took my breath away.
We were somewhere in the forests of Ame where everything smelled fresh and green. The dewdrops looked like diamonds, dangling from the pine needles. The ground was slippery with moss and fern.
But that wasn't all. Deidara had brought me to the top of a hill from where I could see the entire town of Ame through the clouds and mist. The sun shone brightly from through the tree canopy overhead. It was warmer here too. I had a feeling we were at an altitude where the rain wasn't continuous; I felt like Deidara had brought us above and behind the clouds of Ame.
But it wasn't the weather or the scenery or the view that took my breath away. What took my breath away was the semi-circle of seven colors that went right over Ame but was unseen to the people living in Ame because of the clouds. That's right. A big, beautiful rainbow was real and right in front of me!
I couldn't speak. It was way more beautiful than I expected. I looked at Deidara. He gave me a soft smile, "I found this place a month ago. I just . . . didn't know when to bring you up here, un. And then I made a decision; today. The weather was perfect too. Well, what do you think, un?"
"It's . . . beautiful." I said quietly, but I knew he heard me. I stared at the rainbow again. The seven colors looked absolutely vibrant and the rainbow formed a protective dome over Ame, hidden from the eyes of the people yet it was always there behind the clouds; I had a feeling this wasn't the first rainbow in Ame.
Words couldn't express how overwhelmed with emotion I was. One of my wishes had come true. Tears built up in my eyes. And I had Deidara to thank for this. I smiled and slowly started to turn towards him, "Deidara . . . I-"
I never got to finish the sentence because Deidara held me by the shoulders and kissed me.
My eyes widened. This was totally unexpected. What was he doing? I felt the need to push him away and stop this for it wasn't right. But I was taken aback by the emotions he poured into the kiss; so passionate and so full of love.
I couldn't believe this was happening. I couldn't breathe. I felt like I was drowning underwater. But drowning would be better than being in the situation I was in right now. I felt disgusted with myself. I felt like such a traitor.
I squeezed my eyes shut with one thought on my mind.
'Kurotsuchi . . . I'm so sorry.'
Me: Well this chapter, I took my time to make it long. And there you have it folks; Deidara finally makes a move. I'm going to be evil and leave you with a cliffhanger.
Obito: Watch the cup song on YouTube, those who haven't. It's addictive. Ziggy-chan is going to be performing that on TV soon!
Me: Oh shucks! But anyway, this chapter revealed something about Pein and I added PeinKonan and DeiKonan and of course, I made sure to add a dash of ItaHana as well. Stay tuned for more.
Obito: Till then, here's a taste of the next chapter.
Hana sighed as her phone rang again. Obito laughed, "Careful Hana-chan, it could be the same guy looking for 'Mira' again.
Hana rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone. She looked at the screen and smiled, "Hah! It's just Kurotsuchi-chan."
Hana answered the phone, "Kurotsuchi-chan!"
'Hana . . .' came Kurotsuchi's weak voice.
Hana stood up from the chair she was sitting on, "Kurotsuchi-chan, what's wrong?"
'It broke . . .' Kurotsuchi's weak voice replied her.
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Itachi watched as Hana talked happily on the phone with her 'sensei.'
Hana laughed delightedly, "Okay sensei. Nice talking to you. Hope to see you soon. Bye!"
Even after Hana hung up, Itachi saw that she was smiling happily. It made him feel good seeing her happy but an alien emotion enveloped his heart when he thought about just who it was that made her happy.
"That was your sensei?" Itachi asked flatly.
"Yeah," Hana replied. "He was my instructor at camp when I was in middle school too. I'd lost touch with him after camp since he's always travelling."
"You seem to be having some sort of relationship with him." Itachi pointed out, and it came out a bit harsh.
Hana was taken aback by Itachi's new tone, "Yes. He was the only one who was willing not to give up on me."
"It seems to be more than just that." Itachi muttered.
"Excuse me?" Hana said a bit angry as well as shocked. "Are you saying I'm having an affair with him?!"
"Well that's what it seems like." Itachi said as he glared at her.
Hana was baffled, hurt and angry all at the same time, "What the hell is wrong with you Itachi-kun?!"
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"Listen Konan-chan," Hana said slowly. "I know that you're going through a lot right now . . . and I'm really selfish to ask you this but . . . I have this complication I'm dealing with so . . . can you hear me out?"
"Of course," I said as I brushed away my tears. "I'm the one being selfish! So tell me Hana; what do you want to talk about?"
Hana took a deep breath, "It's about . . . Itachi-kun."
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