Never Forget
By: FiendisHSerapH
Three - Inquiries
Aburames are known to be a group of mysterious yet powerful people. They develop their strengths in stealth in fear of someone discovering what their ancesral ecret it. But no matter how hard they tried to conceal it, their contenders have been witnessing their unique killing style anyway, and that is slaughter using insects. May it be a spider, a worm, or even a simple butterfly, they have the power to manipulate them and let these creatures follow their every command. Aside from this, they also have the strength of knowing every impending event there is, may it be for the good or for the bad outcome. Due to these queer abilities, they don't need to hide themselves from the over-curious crowd; people withdraw themselves upon their presence. Yes, they do, no matter how attractive or influential their personalities are.
He knew it, and he accepted the fact that his clan is a bunch of freaks according to many people's perceptin. He had been shunning the crowd to avoid this repelling thing, which surely wil be a hurting memory for an eight-year old like him to have.
He lay on his bed, thiking so hard on this fate the gods had blessed their clan. He thoughts that he would be alone for forever, and that no one would ever dare to aporach that lad sitting on a rock beside the rushing stream.
But she did... surprisingly.
It would be even weirder if he'd admit that he hates having friends. In fact, he thought that it's the only thing lacking in him. And the wind's message... was it something for him to believe immediately? He had trusted the all-knowing breeze in guiding him to the right direction. He always had depended on it on every decision he had to go through. That's another power of the Aburames that made them unique - and even weirder - from the normal crowd. But this choice... was the winds fooling him? Making him turn three hundred-sixty degrees from his normal path of solitude? Perhaps he knew and perhaps he don't. But... but that girl's smile. Upon seeing that, he was encaptured by something warm in his heart, which was indeed so rare to happen. For all he knew was silence and the coldness of serenity... and to admit it, he doesn't even know if this is the real tranquility in one's heart that he's experiencing. He's just abiding by the ancestral rule. That move made him feel so welcomed, so warm, so special.
And in a way, he concluded that some of the frost in his heart melted, though doubt of refuting still ruled.
"I'll see you again."
Maybe it's deep in him, but something scream that he wanted to see her again. there's this voice telling him that it's just an accident, and she won't be able to meet him, because she is one of them. One of them.
But then, she told it herself. She will see him again. She can and she will.
Is holding on to someone's promise bad? The wind couldn't answer him this time for he already drifted into nothingness... and closed the meandering of his soul, not knowing the real answer.
Scratch, scratch, and there went the pouring of alcohol onto a palm. Rub, rub... then scratch.
"ARRGH! I HATE RASHES!" the round-nosed girl screeched as she bolted up from her bed. She reached out again for the bottle of disinfectant and applied it liberally on her forearms. Maybe it was because of chasing that silly cricket on the grass. Or because of bugs. As far as she could remember, she's allergic to them... but she didn't come across any earlier, just a cricket. What harm could that bring?
Come to think of it, a cricket is also a bug. Stupid, she scolded herself.
She haven't met someone new for a long time except for that boy earlier this afternoon.
She should say that he's weird in his own special way because it's the only thing she could describe of him. Needless to say, she was intrigued of that lad, being all so quiet and alone. How could he stay like that for almost everyday? Was he not getting bored? She lay on her bed and looked up to the ceiling. She wondered if that guy has many friends. Is he a student ninja like her studying in the ninja academy? Of course he is, for he won't be here if he isn't. Or maybe he is from another place, a nearby town maybe. She hoped he isn't because she wanted to see him again, being more curious as each second passed by.
This is no joke.
Besides, the same old crowd everyday is getting boring. It's time for her to meed a new friend, she supposed.
Is he kind?, that was the first thing she thought, for he seemed t be somewhat snobbish and... freaky. He hated company of others. what could be drawing her to him? She was overly-engrossed on thinking about his behavior, his characteristics, and not to mention his...
... his name.
HIS NAME!
How in the world will she search for him if she doesn't know what he is called?! For one moment, she scolded herself again for now even knowing that basic statistic. And she also promised that she will see him again. If it weren't a promise, then she won't worry this big.
Yawn
She's not good at breaking promises, so she should find a way to solve this and know him. How? Maybe sleep could give her an idea. But nonetheless, she should. She should mark her words...
... because that is a Yamanaka's way.
TBC
