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Chapter Thirty-Five:

Music makes one feel so romantic - at least it always gets on one's nerves - which is the same thing nowadays. - Oscar Wilde

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29/5/18 - Sunday

Highschoolers have a Pupil Free Day tomorrow, and so the Uni staff feel this is unfair and take the day off too (well, not day off, but day without kids). Which all of us Students have no problem with, either.

I was in bed for 4 hours, just staring at the rainy window pane. It's still raining heavily, which makes it harder to get out of bed. I'll wander over to see how Kimimaro is doing once I can be bothered to move.

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5:03

Kimimaro was let out at 9 in the morning, the nurse that told me was very happy about it. when I commented on this, she replied: "Well, before around February this year he fainted or had bad dizziness so often he'd be in about every fortnight, and stay for about three days, this was his first one in four months and he was only here overnight. We're all very proud here, the poor kid…" She shook her head sympathetically.

I nod, and thank her. "So he's in his dorm?" I ask as I walk out the door.

She nods. "Yes, just don't be too noisy or anything." She said.

"Why?"

"I don't want to see him back here for five months this time, I really hope for a recovery."

I nod, and power-walk briskly off towards Naruto's dorm. When I reach it I go to knock, in case the resident fatman was walking around in his week-old boxers –or worse! BREIFS!- and I walked in, but paused. I really didn't wanna look at Naruto right about now, so I quickly ran back to my dorm, and crawled in the vent, and slithered my way along until I found Kimimaro's room, where he was doing his homework, sheets sprawled out over the bedcovers.

"Psst! Kimimaro!" I whisper, he looks up, and his face brightens, then falls again, I know what's going through his head.

"Yes?" he says, rather coolly. My heart seems to fall a bit when I hear this, it makes me sad that I'll have to win back trust over something I really didn't mean to happen.

"Is Naruto there?"

He seems to get even angrier at this, and frowns. I know what's going through his head here too, he thinks I want to see him. "No." he says, and then promptly goes back to his work.

"Good." I say, and he looks up again and I'm already removing the vent-cover, his face seems happy again, and I smile. And drop down onto his bedside table, and then onto the floor. "Coz I'd rather now run into him now."

"Why? What'd you plant in his bed this time?" Kimimaro asks, raising his eyebrows, it's never really occurred to him that we could fight, like actually fight, and not just argue as we always do.

I shake my head. "Nothing. We had an argument."

This time, what I read on his face was a surprise. It was a touch of triumph. "Really? What happened?" he was really interested this time.

With a little doubt, I launch into my story, but censored, so he doesn't really know everything. "When we were visiting our friends I decided to go have a check out on my old house, and didn't tell Naruto-all-mighty, and so he threw a fit and…" I continue on with the story, and how Sakura and Kakashi and Iruka-Sensei had been so doubtful about my ability to look after myself.

I feel Kimimaro let down all the coldness he's held against me so far. "I know how you feel."

"I can tell." I say. "It must suck."

He nods. "It does." Then pauses, "So when are you talking to Naruto again?"

"When is he talking to me again? Once I know that, about two months later." I glare at the wall. "Depending on how much he grovels and says sorry."

Kimimaro smiles. "So you're stuck with me for company then?"

"I still have Sasuke." I muse. "But yeah, basically. Poor you." I grin at him.

"I don't think so; Naruto will realize what he's missing out on soon enough."

I slide onto the bed next to him, looking over his shoulder to the work he's doing. "What's this?"

"Medicine study, mainly on bone matter."

"I thought you'd want to follow in your idol's footsteps and rape small children?" I say, eyeing his bone notes.

He glares, but he'd gotten used to my remarks about Orochimaru-Sensei and my dislike of him for 'giving Sasuke a better future.' "This is the only school I'd like to teach at, and he runs it. He gets to pick the next principal. And he's made it clear I'm not it."

I stop in my tracks of leafing through his medical manual, grimacing at the detailed disgusting diagrams. "Ew, these are really gross- what!? Wait, you tried?"

He nods. "He's always looking for an 'heir', I tried, and I wanted to help people as he helped me. But he said he didn't want somebody in my 'condition.'"

I glare. "You know, that's minus another 50 points, he is now on something around negative 452 trillion on my liking-scale. Along with that kid who used to laugh at me when I fell in puddles, he is in the top five of people I would like to see dead."

"Isn't that a little harsh for somebody who just laughed at you falling in puddles?"

"Oh no, you weren't there. You wouldn't understand. I was possibly the only senior in the history of Konoha-High to be laughed and teased by a freshman." I glare at the imaginary kid.

Kimimaro laughs, and I'm glad to hear something familiar again, not just the distrustful tones in Sakura or Naruto's voice. Something happy, something I was good at doing, making people laugh.

"You liked High-school?"

"I loved it for six months, four days, nineteen hours and, just a guess, thirty minutes." I say quietly. That was the exact time Gaara first spoke to me, to the last time he did.

Kimimaro looks at me intently; he knows that tone of voice now. He knows that 'mysterious past' voice. And every time he hears it he perks up and encourages me to go on, but I never do. It hurts too much to say it in my head; god knows how much it'd kill to say it out loud.

Somehow, the way I knew the exact time, as if I'd counted the minutes I'd had with him, hurt more then seeing my house again. I remember the last time, he had a black eye, I'd run into the water-tank trying to break into his house. There was a look in his eyes, I'd walked away, how could I have walked away? Why in fucking hell did I walk away?

And the first time, not counting when his sister had asked me where 'the usual places' were. It was in Blodge, we were dissecting chicken breasts. Jiraiya had said

Breast' in that creepy way that made the whole class shuffle our desks back.

Gaara sighed, and plucked the knife from my hands. "You have to cut side-ways, other wise you'll cut right through the part we're meant to be looking at."

I blink at him, and he looked up, raising an eyebrow. "You talk?" I ask.

"I was wondering the same question about you." he told me, voice bland. I smile, and shrug, we continued on with our usual silence

After that I asked if I could borrow his scissors, I remember. And then Kipper ran away and abandoned me. I wonder where he is…

I seemed to wake up, and noticed I was crying, my face went red in embarrassment, Kimimaro said nothing, but edged the tissue box my way, I took one and muttered a wet 'sorry', he shrugged.

"Promise you'll tell me some day?" He asked, looking at me in that same longing way, as if he wanted to know every secret I ever knew, had, or told.

I smile, "Only if you promise to do the same."

He smiles back. "Deal." And we shake hands.

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8:04

I feel kinda weird, like I've forgotten something. Oh well. Nighty Night.

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Monday 29/5/18 – 8:17am

I know what I'd 'forgotten'! SASUKE! I haven't seen him! Let's hope Naruto hasn't totally gotten to him yet, having breakkie, I actually saw Tayuya in the dorm this morning, usually she is back late, up early, on social and official sound-four business, they actually run this school more then teachers. They monitor and control all social problems. It's like an evil dictatorship. Except I'm cool coz I have Kimimaro on my side.

I'll crawl to Sasuke's side of life once I've finished my toast.

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Hello Alllll!!

Hmmm… What music inspired me? I never really thought about this… Hmmm…

The Postal Service, old band but still awesome. (Especially the tracks 'The District Sleeps Alone Tonight', 'We Will Become Silhouettes' and 'Nothing Better')

'The Meeting Place' by The Last Shadow Puppets

'Losing You' by John Butler Trio (I saw them live, :D…but I always feel sorry for the 'trio' in john butler trio because nobody knows who they are… well, I don't anyhoo.) Also 'Caroline' by JBT

'Fidelity' by Regina Spektor

'Everything will be alright' and 'Andy, You're a star' by the Killers (From album Hot Fuss)

'Invincible' by Muse (Mmmm. I love that song.)

And then some old tunes eg. Mrs. Robinson by Simon + Garfunkel (Even if he was the nicest most perfect awesome guy in the entire world, I would never take his last name. Ever. What kind of disturbed parent gives their child the last name 'GARKFUNKEL!?'), Let it be by the Beatles (o course, who else?), and Wild World by Cat Stevens.

I never really noticed the music that inspired me, but that's all I can name off the top of my head! I'm sure there's more. But yer, most o those are quiet songs, since now I think of it heavy metal isn't Sora kinda music.

THANKSOMUCHFORREVEIWING!!ILOOVEEYOUU!!

Hehe, THANKSSS SOOOO MUUCHHH!! Really, I cannot ever EVER ever EVER convey my gratitude enough. Ever.

Luuuurve, To-Love-Is-To-Lie

P.S. if any of you know ALL those bands tell me. Because you'll be the first. Somebody in the world has to know all of them!! SOMEBODY!!