Find your happiness:
Chapter five:
Disclaimer: If it was mine, Neji would be a bisexual who was fought over by Itachi(who would be gay) and Sasuke(who is gay) and me, cause I'd be a Mary Sue, and I'd replace Tenten, and I'd have beaten Temari. Temari suxorzâ€.
I was gonna' do Hinata this chapter, but then I really felt like doing Iruka. Besides TenTen, Temari, and Ino, who all have little to no plot development (but atleast Ino has a last name), Iruka also has little to no plot development. All(most) character traits are added and adopted by fans like myself, so if Iruka seems OOC in this chapter, how would any one know? Anyways, I love Iruka, and here is his chapter. :) Hinata is next, I have her chapter almost finished.
When I saw him I was so reminded of my brother. Only, it was different. You didn't have as much as a love for fighting as he did. That was my first impression of you anyways, forgive me if I'm wrong. I wanted to paint you, but I was so tired of painting random people, just to make them happy. I was so tired of living off cup ramen and yogurt! I needed money. I can't be selfless all the time
Anyways, what it all boiled down to was: You are hot. You remind me of the person I admired most in life. And you seemed like you'd be a good model, who'd pay to be painted.
So why not? And while you were modeling for me, that is if you accepted, I could see what you were actually like. It didn't take much, to find out about models. They'd answer pretty much any questions you'd ask, mainly because they're uncomfortable. But after they open up to you, and the room is no longer filled with a strange tension, it's really easy to read someone, and paint them.
"Hey, I'm looking for a model, you wanna' be it?" I asked. The brunette chuunin smiled sheepishly.
"No thanks," he said.
I smiled sadly, and nodded. As I was turning away, he asked,
"What kind of model?" I could feel my face light up. So you were the type that couldn't stand to see someone sad†how did you become a ninja if you were like that?
"Oh, the normal kind, the pre-magazine kind. The kind where I paint you and show skill instead of clicking a button on a camera." I said. (I know photography is actually quite hard, and I can't do it worth crap, so my apologies if this offended anyone, because I admire photographers a lot) He shrugged, and agreed. He was really cute, not hot, not kissable, but someone I could definitely respect as a brother, or maybe a cousin who was really close.
"Ok, take off your shirt," I said sarcastically. He raised an eyebrow and blushed, obviously not getting my sarcasm,
"Aren't you a little young to be asking that?" He asked. I sighed,
"Joke. But if you ask that again I might really make you take it off. Beware." I smiled, and began sketching an outline on a large canvas.
"Should I be doing anything?" he asked. I shook my head.
"As soon as I'm done with the pose, I'll have to keep telling you stupid jokes. I need you laughing," I told him. He nodded, and leaned back against the chair, draping one arm over the head of it, and the other rested on the arm rest.
His eyes shifted around the room, unsure of where to look. So I began to ask him stupid questions, like about his views on the American political parties, his parents, his religious beliefs†just stupid questions to pass time until I finished.
I learned a lot about him, but nothing that wasn't kind of obvious. He'd like kids, he wants a wife who teaches English, he wants Konoha to defeat Orochimaru. For his friend, the hyper blond kid, to get over Sakura and notice some other girl. His parents were dead, and the person who killed him was the person he cared for most, well, in a wayâ€rhetorically, I guess, Naruto killed Iruka's parents. When he said that he still loved Naruto in spite of that, it made me respect him even more.
"I'm sure my parents would be dead by now anyways, so it's wrong to hate Naruto. Especially since he's a really special little boy with an amazing heart, and beautiful soul. He's got amazing talent, and it made me sad that he passed the genin exams and I had to give up being his teacher." He told me.
"I know what you mean, I taught this little girl who suffered from short term memory loss how to draw, she learned by instinct. I made me feel so proud. But it also made me feel sad that the next day I went to visit her, and she had no idea who I was. But ever since then I've mainly been doing stuff from behind the scenes, trying to make other people happy." I told him, mixing brown paints for the color of his hair. I had decided that he, as the main focus of the picture, would be painted normally, the middle ground, like the chair he was sitting on, would be pointillism, and the background would be abstract. I only liked it if it was mixed up like that, it was so boring if everything looked the same. I began to tell him my stupid jokes, because I needed to draw his expression. He smiled, because none of the jokes I told were funny, I moved on to just conversing about random crap again.
When it was done, I showed him it. His face brightened up.
"It's beautiful. May I buy it?" he asked, pulling bills out of his pocket. I nodded, but when I took the money, I felt like a whore. Someone to just steal your money for a good time and walk away. I gave the money back to him.
"I should be paying you for being such a great model, but I can't; just take the painting for free." I said. He smiled warmly, and left.
So, even though my plan to make money totally back fired, I still felt happy. Even though it meant another night of cup ramen, it was worth getting this natural high.
Perhaps I'd steal it back, though, make copies of it, and sell it at a market, for all those Iruka fan-girls, and then put it back with out him knowing it was gone†because I really did need the money right now. I guess I'd just have to find someone else to mooch off of, someone who wasn't as nice as Iruka, that I wouldn't feel bad about over charging.
Ok, I have no life, which is why I updated twice today, and will be done w/ Hinata's chapter by tomorrow morning. But, I like writing, and my muse is being friendly today. I don't really like this chapter, because it doesn't have much of that symbolic crap, and I think they opened up to each other too fast, but oh well... Love you all, please review. :) ::hugs Ian, in case he happens to read this ever::