Find your happiness
Disclaimer: Not mine.
I'm ending this fic on this chapter, because I can't think of anything else for any other characters. And besides, the character got too important, and I wanted an OC that wasn't important at all. Just Konoha through the eyes of one of the random people you see on the streets. Thank all you guys for reading this. Love you all.
Waking up very hung over, and slightly scared shitless is not a pleasant way to start your day. Waking up in the first place is not a pleasant way to start your day in the first place, so it makes it even more so unpleasant waking up with a bad head ache and fearing for your life. Why am I fearing for my life? Good question, and I'll have to answer it with but another question; if a mass murderer wanted you to choose between a life of evil or death (or as he put it "dire consequences"), and you didn't choose option number one, wouldn't you be fearing for your life?
My life was all in all very fulfilling. I did everything I set out to. I made myself some what appreciated, I got stoned once, I dumped a guy who was way too good for me in the first place, and I know a basic appearance Jutsu that my brother taught me before he died. But in another way, I didn't want to die yet. I still wasn't good enough. I hadn't had sex, or fallen in love, or have someone yearn for me like a childish little boy going through puberty. And while I had painted many people from within the shadows, making others happy, no one painted me, tried to make me happy. I had wasted twenty dollars on the pot, and had wasted two hours of my life watching that crappy movie, "The dead poets society". I hadn't gotten a boyfriend who was a unique person, or who I could stand being with for more than a few hours. I didn't really want to die. Because no one would miss me, I'd just be another tick mark against Itachi's criminal record.
I didn't want to waste on of my last days on earth staying at home in fear. That'd be a waste of my savings account.
I decided to make out my will, leaving all my art to my best friend who owned the gallery, leaving my fashion magazine collection as well as my silver wear and my strobe-light to Lee-san, My Playstation 2 and DDR plate to the white eyed kid, all my art supplies to the sun-glasses kid. And just to spite him, I leave would my ten foot tall, very heavy statue to Itachi. Just so he'd have to deal with it. I know, I'm evil. I hate that piece of crap art that I don't even remember where I got it. My cat named Loserface would be given to any loser who wanted that fat prick. So most likely white eyed kid's cousin.
I walked around town, looking at all the beautiful sites. Didn't take very long. I decided to go by the fountain, like I do so often, and just draw. When I woke up this morning I said that I wouldn't do that, I said that today would be super fun. But drawing is what makes me happy, and I have fun doing it.
I set up my easel, and sat on the stone edge of the tranquil fountain, and started sketching. For now it was just a peaceful landscape scene, but I knew sooner or later someone would be in it.
"Hey," someone said, jerking me out of my sketch. I turned to look beside me, and saw a boy I had seen before.
"Do I know you?"
"Yeah, but I don't know you," he said. He was my age, with long black hair and pristine angelic white eyes.
"Perhaps you should keep it that way, if you get to know me, you might miss me,"
"Oh?" he asked. I smiled flirtatiously.
"Yep, I'm being murdered sometime soon," I said cheerily. His eyes widened. Man, he was sexy.
"Oh?"
I nodded.
"You're giving up so easily?" he asked. I smiled and nodded sheepishly, rubbing the back of my head with my hand.
"Well, not really. Giving up would've been joining my killer, instead of honorably saying that I'd rather die."
He shook his head, "Who is trying to kill you? Why don't you get help?" he asked. I smirked.
"Because what's the point of continuing living? I have no point in life, I take up space and food, and I'm often pessimistic. Sure, some people might miss me, but I know when my time was up, and I've already done everything that I could've. I led a full life, and I've done more behind the scenes work than just paint your picture, Hyuuga-kun. I'm happy to die, and if I don't die, I'm happy to live."
He shook his head, and nodded at the same time. Really weird, like he agreed and disagreed. He was a very compassionate person, and I wondered why he began to talk to me in the first place. So I asked.
"I saw you once, a really long time ago, and we connected without speaking. Destiny made me see you that day, and destiny made you make me realize some stuff. I've moved on from so much anger that I needed to let go of, and I did just because someone took the time to care." He continued, "I saw you once again sneaking a package into a mailbox, and bring happiness into Hinata-sama's life, by making her realize she could be strong, and she could speak her mind. You gave my teammate Lee a new optimism that is going over board, and is rather annoying, but he is also happy."
"So what you're saying is thank you?" I asked. He nodded.
"You know, you're really hot," I said. He looked at me strangely, and then cracked a thin smile.
"You made me look way too good looking in the picture of me, I think you must have a distorted reality," he muttered. I sighed,
"You can just admit that you are really good looking," I told him. He smirked,
"..."
"Come on, for me?"
"...I'm hot. Happy?"
"Yes. But I'd be even happier if I spent my last day on earth with a very hot guy with unique eyes," I hinted.
"Sasuke?"
I glared at Neji, and sighed, "Try one year older, longer hair, and is sitting right next to me."
"I don't think I should?"
"Oh?" I asked.
"Because then I might miss you," he smiled, and then I did too.
"You might regret it if you don't. Could you live with yourself tomorrow when you see my dead mangled body being carried away from a crime scene, and think 'why oh why didn't I take the chance when she was still recognizable, and somewhat pretty, but still not nearly as pretty as I am'," I asked. He smiled, "Destiny will be angry if you don't spend the day with me," I urged on. Neji sighed.
"Okay, since I have the day off."
"Yippee!"
We went bowling, to a game arcade, an art museum, and then we just sat by the bridge, and talked about random crap. He told me what he wanted to accomplish, I told him what I had accomplished. It ended with me kissing him on the cheek, and then I left him at the fountain.
"Isn't it ironic?" I asked before walking away, "I saw you here a long time a go, and with one glance I thought I knew you, and now that I've spent all this time with you, it saddens me that I don't know you at all, and won't be able to find out," I said. He nodded,
"Ironic indeed, but you've already chosen your destiny," Neji said. I smiled, and kissed him on the cheek once again, not caring that he obviously didn't feel comfortable with it.
"I wouldn't want this day to have gone any other way, and I'm glad that it will have ended with one more person missing me," I whispered, strolling away.
I waited all night, trying not to fall asleep. I wanted to spend some time with Itachi before he killed me, just in his company. I didn't want him to kill me hating me, and I didn't want to die afraid. I wanted to die in the company of someone I enjoy. I wanted to die in the arms of someone who would miss my company.
But I fell asleep.
He shook me awake, his eyes glaring an evil crimson color. I sighed.
"Don't do the dramatics, just kill me quickly,"
"I don't want to kill you, Sarasa, but you made that choice yourself. You can always undo it,"
I smirked. "Yes, I really want to join you in a Parade of Evil. I tried that once, and believe me, it was not worth paying 40 bucks for a leather costume. I'd rather have you kill me now that I have no regrets,"
"What did you think I meant by join me?" he asked.
"I thought you meant you wanted me to help you in your quest for... what ever it is that you want out of life, you wanted me to be just another lackey that kills people for you,"
He sighed. "I meant join me by becoming one with me, I need your innocence in my life, I need your crazy perspective that see through the lies. The sharingan is not enough to see everything,"
"What the?" I asked. "I'm sorry Itachi, you're yummy, but I think you're a little old for me," I said.
"You misunderstood me again. I would take your soul, and give it a home in my body, letting you live through me, with me, we could never separate, and eventually we'd meld into one soul,"
"Very romantic," I said with a tired yawn, and I rubbed my eyes, "But I think having a penis would take some patience that I just don't have,"
"Patience is a thing I have little of as well, you're ignorance is annoying me, just make a decision,"
"Just kill me," I whispered. He nodded, and pulled out a bottle of poison,
"Oh? I don't get the death by sword or ninja skill?" I asked. "I wanted to at least die creatively,"
He drank the poison, and then pressed his lips to mine, letting his tongue and the poison fall into my mouth.
He smiled, "I'd have to say that was pretty creative," he said, standing up,
"What about you?" I asked, knowing that my time was ticking out.
"I'll die too, but not by this poison. I am immune. Good night," he left my home, and I could tell I would be leaving my home as well soon. My home, the earth, the physical realm of existence, life, Konoha, me, my body. All of the previously mentioned were my homes. And I was leaving all of them.
"Good bye," I whispered. I love you all, all the people I painted randomly, all my friends, Neji you're my favorite person because of you're out look on life. Sasuke... you're still a bastard. Shino, I still have the painting you painted for me... it's my favorite. Hinata, good luck with Naruto-chan. Naruto-chan, I'm sorry I won't be able to vote for you when it comes to election day and you're running against an evil illiterate dictator who looks like a monkey. Iruka, good luck with what ever seems to be worrying you. Gaara, find the beauty in your life, see past the blood and bodies and start to see all the marijuana! And Itachi... Itachi, thank you for caring enough to want me to be one with you that badly. Had we met, in another world, another existence, where everything was normal, I would have accepted your offer. Because I think I love you. You offered my deliverance.
A few days later:
Death was not so bad. It's just like life. Only here in heaven, I have no memory of what happened to me. I go to a regular high school with normal people. Naruto is a year younger than me, and is currently in a very serious relationship Hinata. Neji is my best friend, friend wise. Shino is my favorite person to paint with and angst with. Sasuke has been cheating on his girl friend with three different girls, and a guy. Gaara and his siblings run the art club with Shino and I. And see that majorly hot college student who's picking on Sasuke? That's my Itachi. Life is good, and even though I'm just a little gothic depressed kid who spends her days watching anime shows about ninja's, wishing that I could be one, and saying that the main villain is really hot.
"Hey! Wouldn't it be awesome," I said one night at a party held by my brother, "if we all lived in that world?"
"I'd be the strongest," Sasuke said.
"Well I'd be emporer," Naruto gloated.
"Both of you guys would have nothing compared to me," Itachi's friend Orochimaru said. Itachi smirked,
"But we all know that I would be able to kick your ass."
Everyone argued amongst themselves, saying which character they'd be and blah blah blah.
"Sarasa, how about you?" Shino asked. I smiled, and paused the tv.
"See that girl walking right there?" I said, pointing to a random character that barely had a face drawn on. "I would be her."