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Taking Flight

Clack.

I throw my bag on the floor, flopping on my bed. Fabulous timing, I thought, heaving a sigh. This evening, I'll be getting into the limo, get dropped off at the airport, and hop in a plane to New York. Just so Aunt Chizu can show Sakura off—if she finds her in time; Aunt Chizu just brings me along for the heck of it. Groaning in pain, I glare at the fire engine red suitcase glaring at me. Dread filled my insides at the thought of being stuck in an airplane for roughly 13 hours straight. Kami, not to mention the horrid state I'm in. School was hell, with Deidara repeatedly trying to corner me and 'set things straight, un'. Other than that, the cramps were really getting to me.

I roll on my back, staring at the bland white ceiling above me. All I had honestly wanted to do was crawl up into a ball and sleep, but I had matters that needed to be attended to; like getting ready, for one.

Crawling to the floor, I reach for my suitcase and for the plastic bag on my desk. Putting in the combination, I unzip it and search for an open space for more things. Pulling a jumbo pack of sanitary pads out, I shoved it in, reclosing my suitcase.

It was time to get ready, much to my dismay. Not that I minded being clean; I merely disliked the fact that I was probably going to get cramps in the shower.

A few minutes of procrastinating later, I was in the bathroom at last.

…Another fifteen or so minutes later, I finally finished my shower. Immediately, I felt so much better. Throwing my wardrobe open, I stared at the multiple stacks of different clothing. I decide on donning a pair of army green skinny jeans, a brown single-strapped blouse, my black and green Nikes and a black leather jacket.

Flopping back on my bed, I glance around my room, making sure it was ready to be left alone. It usually was, really. Since Aunt Chizu went travelling fairly often, she'd take Sakura and me, except for when it's not convenient, like during weekdays and such.

Digging my phone out of my brown leather bag, I unlock its keypad and call Gaara. "Hello?" I hear him say.

"Hey, Gaara,"

"T-Tomomi! Hey, what's up?"

"Tonight's my flight to New York."

"Oh. When'll you get back?"

"I leave for Konoha, Sunday night. I'm not sure what time I'll get back, though. I honestly doubt I'll make it to school in time, though."

"So when can we meet up?"

"Dude, I don't really know. Maybe the usual—"

"No, t-that's not really w-what I meant. I meant that—"

Knock, knock.

"Just a sec," I groan to both Gaara and the one knocking on the door. Another several knocks follow shortly after. "Okay! Okay, I'm coming," I hiss, rubbing my lower back as I waddle uncomfortably towards the door, hunching my back.

Kami, I feel old.

I heave a sigh before opening the door. At the door was the main housekeeper, looking at me disdainfully. Fine, housekeeper; glare at me all you want, I'm glaring back.

So I glared at her, raising an eyebrow.

I never really got her name… All of these years of living in the manor and I never got her name because I, frankly, didn't give a f*ck. Today was no different.

And not a single f*ck was given that day.

"Yes?" I snap at her. Her features displayed a look of slight surprise for a few several seconds before her face scrunched up to its usual sour look. "If you're ready, the limo is waiting for you," she said, enunciating every second word with venom.

"I'll call you later," I tell Gaara, making my way to my bags. I pull the handle out, pulling it past the housekeeper and carrying it down the stairs.

In the limo, I gave my baggage to the driver and slid in the limo. To my surprise, it was empty. "Where's Aunt Chizu?" I ask him.

"Ah, she's already on the way to the airport, miss."

"Oh. Thanks," And with that, we sped away from the manor.

xXx

Ah, the Konoha Airport. It's the only one in Konoha, as surprising as it is. Pushing my cart down the crowded airport, the place had a clean, business-like scent to it. Truth be told, I felt kind of out-of-place here, especially when nobody's with me.

It's weird how you can be in an airport full of people and yet, you still feel alone.

Out of nowhere, a pang of loneliness engulfed my heart. Heaving yet another sigh, I couldn't help but feel alone. What's wrong with me?

After doing the necessary procedures, I was in the private jet waiting area, well before the schedule. I used this as an opportunity to buy sweets from a nearby stall, shoving them as deep in my bag as I could. Chances are, Aunt Chizu's jet would be sugar and fat-free. Well, just the food in general.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Sakura looking out the full-sized window, where you could see the planes taking off and landing on the runway. Making my way to her, I made sure that my snacks were concealed within the deepest, darkest corners of my bag.

Without a word, I awkwardly stood behind her. Kami, I hope I didn't look like some stalker or something.

A few minutes later, Aunt Chizu didn't bother to glance at us as she strode past us to the entrance leading down to the runway. I followed, sneaking a quick glance at Sakura. Her face was pale, and her emerald green eyes seemed hollow. Almost longingly, I notice her gazing at the other planes with sadness. Suddenly, she locks her gaze with mine and her eyes widen. I look away, walking more quickly.

xXx

Once we board the plane, I take a seat in the back, nearest to the comfort room. Glancing out at the night sky, not a single cloud was in sight. Red lights blinking in the sky were unable to blend in with the white stars, which were trying their hardest to show their light in Konoha's smog.

Getting comfortable, I set my back at my feet for convenient snack eating. Pulling my phone and earphones out, I skim through the selection of songs in the music player.

No, it is not Airplanes. Neither is it Empire State of Mind.

Instead, I tuned the world out to Carolyn, buckling in my seatbelt. Looking out the window as the plane slowly made its way down the runway, I narrow my eyes slightly.

Bring it on, New York.

Bam! Here's as fast as I could complete it. I mean, every time I went on the computer the past few weeks, my fanfiction writing time's always cut short! It's not even on purpose! Anyways, I hope y'all liked this chapter. Read and review! I'll try to post sooner, I swear.

~JellyDonut16~

P.S. Thank you for reading!

P.P.S. I know it's weird when OCs don't have their periods. No periods equals no ovaries. No ovaries equals the inability to have babies. Yet, they always manage to get pregnant so easily. Haha~