Sic Itur Ad Astra
Trés: Plena Session
Standard Disclaimers apply.
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The rain starts dripping.
The skies darken at the onslaught of tears that the angels cry.
Or so he believed.
Naruto gazed outside the window with a despondent look upon his face and he sat his head in between his arms as he waited for their teacher to arrive, just like the other students. Unlike them though, he stayed at the corner, where his chair was situated and silently watched as the rain fell from the heavens.
The rain continues on, the soft pitter-patter of the water drops creating a melancholic music to his ears.
He sighed. His first day at school was uneventful, save for the trouble at the cafeteria. Naruto vowed never to enter that place again.
Economics was his subject that time, and he heard the other students talking how their supposed teacher never came on time. Despite of the annoyance that it will cause when they cram for their finals because of this behavior, the blonde can't help but feel thankful that at least he wouldn't be introduced to his classmates yet.
It was awkward, how he almost anticipated the introductions to come earlier that morning, but he had been lucky, or so he considered himself one, that everything was so busy that the teachers seemed to have forgotten about the presence of a new student there. It was not a problem for him anyway.
The students saw him and they tried to talk to him, but he didn't know what to tell or say to them. After years of growing up in a very secluded environment, all he could sprout out of his mouth was about religion, and thus, knowing that it isn't the most interesting subject for the young.
Of course he knew about that. He noticed how most of the people who come to mass were the adults to elderly, how someone his age was rarely seen.
They soon left him alone, and though he was saddened by the fact that he hadn't made any friends, well, who needs them? He thought. I only need one person, and that is God.
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"I'm sorry class; the wind was so fierce today that it blew me away. I had to run back for miles to return to teach you, my beloved students!" came the reason; Naruto saw the students roll their eyes at his antics and simultaneously shouted. 'Liar!'
After that episode, the students started opening their books to where they left off. Naruto tried to see what page they are working on but unsuccessful. He realized that if he wanted to catch up, he would really have to work hard.
He sighed again. Working hard was something he sucked on doing. It was only through sheer determination that he hadn't manage to screw things up.
The silver-haired teacher was writing something at the board and he read it. As soon as he got the idea of their lesson, the blonde proceeded to look for the page with a similar heading and information.
"Ok, today, we will be discussing more about the supply and demand curve. Can anybody define them?" Kakashi-sensei—as Naruto came to know—asked.
Several hands shot up to the air. Those eyes studied and thought and the blonde tensed when those yes came on to rest on him.
Those eyes curved into what seemed like a smile. He wouldn't really know as half of the teacher's face is covered with a mask. "I forgot that we have a new student in class," he started and Naruto shook his head to signal him to stop.
Instead of consenting, Kakashi was merely amused. He gestured Naruto to come up and introduce himself. Being the obedient child he wanted, complied and slowly walked in front.
He began talking, and as he finished, he felt someone's eyes burn into him.
He looked around to find that person and he came in contact with dark, half-lidded eyes. He immediately cast his own blue downwards after and hurried back to his place at the farthest corner, before anybody else could ask him questions.
"Well, that was interesting. Be sure to make your new classmate welcome kids. And don't forget to always be punctual!" said the teacher when he ended his class and Naruto heard few distinct voices saying 'Yeah, right why should we?' or 'Speak for yourself, you lazy sensei'. He wanted to laugh at the remarks, but he was afraid that they would take it the wrong way and resent him for it. He didn't like being hated and he also promised not to do things that would become a reason for other to hate him.
Too late for that now. With a sigh, a customary action for him now, he fixed his bag and jotted down all his assignments on a piece of paper before he walked out the room and turned his back away from it. When he reached the front entrance, he realized that he brought no umbrella and therefore, going home dry is not an option.
He walked forward and closed his eyes as the wind, gentle and careful, hit his face. He could still feel those eyes prickling his body and under its scrutiny he was shivering. His mind suddenly came barging with questions and it left him no peace. It was never meant to be that way. He shouldn't have caught someone's attention or gaze and he was supposed to be a flower on the wall—alone and left forgotten.
But those eyes made him think otherwise.
He was certain he had sent those pair of dark eyes before. Maybe in the cafeteria, but there were so many of them with the same color shade. Those eyes were conveying something, as if sensing him, studying him, analyzing him. He suppressed a shudder when he thought that he was one of the bully's friends. No doubt that he would be fending them off one of these days.
As he thought of the day behind him, he also still can't forgive himself for threatening another student. It seems like avoiding making enemies is impossible now. His pace slowed until he stopped. The sky was still murky gray, and the clouds rolled off each other. This was how he felt that day, the very first time he stepped outside the seminary since, the very first time he experienced that outside world.
It taught him a few things.
And one of those is that it is impossible to stay hidden all your life.
After all, just because you pretend not to see them, doesn't mean they'll pretend not to see you.
-Continued-
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Plena Session means Formal Session
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