A/N: I'm just going all out today. I can't stop writing for this story. I hope I'm doing well with the comedy? Tell me please along with anything else. I'm open for anything. Oh and her personality will be explained in a later chapter. And I'm gonna start calling Hoshiko's mother Mrs. Daigawa when other people are around. Great, now that that's out of the way. Third chapter!
Gaara was quiet the whole time. He didn't understand this girl at all. She was one hell of an enigma. First she's quiet and what not and now she's confident and bold. She was pretty crazy but he seemed to like that about her. It was her wackiness that attracted him to her.
She pulled him up the stairs and straight down the hall to the very end, which wasn't very far. Her room was right across form the top of the stairs. The door was covered in posters and sighs. He smirked. Yep, she was an enigma.
She opened her door and they stepped inside. Her brother just happened to walk by at that point and time.
"Ooooooo," he cooed while laughing. She glared at him.
"Watch it pipsqueak!" she yelled and slammed the door. She turned to him with a sweet smile.
"Well this is my room. It's not much but it's cozy," she said.
He looked around, it certainly was different. There were posters of different things. Some had animals; some had bands, movies or random things on them. There were a couple of pictures here and there also. Her bed was against the right wall behind the door with a single stuffed animal on it, a desk sat under her window a few feet from her bed with a few papers and a computer on it, the closet was right across from her bed at the opposite wall, and on the same wall as the door was a large dresser on top of it was a stereo.
She sat on her bed and picked up the animal. It was a green and yellowish white. It was a cute, fuzzy alligator. He eyed the alligator oddly. She noticed and looked at her stuffed alligator then back up at him.
"This is Evil Steve," she said smiling broadly. He cocked an eyebrow.
"Evil….Steve?" he said while looking at her like she was crazy. She just nodded her head.
"Well interesting room," he said looking around.
"Thanks," she said nodding, "Well sit…anywhere," she laughed.
She walked to her stereo and she pushed a few buttons. Soon after music started playing. He didn't know what song it was so he just listened. She then walked to her bed and go ton her knees. She reached under and pulled out a dark blue box. She turned around and faced him. They were both sitting on the floor.
"Ok, I've never shown these to anyone but I guess I can show you, "she said opening the box. Whatever was in it was covered in a dark blue cloth. She picked it up and set it on the floor moving the box.
"What is it?" he asked intrigued. She removed the cloth to reveal dark blue cards.
"They're tarot cards," she said straightening the cloth. He looked at her confused.
"You don't know what they are. Ok well they are cards that help you, sort of. They tell you things about your past present and future. Everyone always wonders how the cards know them so well. Well, it's because the cards feed on your energy. They use the energy you give off to tell you things that happen to you," she explained. He nodded an understanding.
"Can I have a reading?" he asked.
"Well of course, that's why I got them out," she laughed.
"Oh," was all he said. She put the deck in front of him.
"Ok, shuffle the cards and cut the deck," she said. He did as told and handed the deck back to her. She flipped over the first card, they were animals. Then she laid out two other cards. The first was a stag right side up. The second was a seal reversed. Then the last one was a goose reversed. (A/N: This is going to be long. Just a warning.)
"Ok, reading form left to right. The stag represents pride, independence, and purification. Drawn right side up means, Damh, which is its Celtic name, brings us qualities of grace, majesty, and integrity. Contemplating the stag can help you achieve a greater sense of poise and dignity. If you are ever confronted with a situation in which you feel vulnerable or under scrutiny, such as in a court of law or a public appearance, by attuning to the stag and asking for the protection of his spirit you will find yourself feeling calmer, stronger, and more dignified. The stag signifies independence too-both spiritual and physical. By drawing this card you will be able to find the strength to gain and maintain your independence, in Ogham, the druid language of the sacred trees, the stag is related to Beith, the birch tree and number one. The birch is associated with the blessing of beginnings. It is auspicious to draw this card when contemplating new projects. The stag's connection with fertility and sexuality signifies you will find a way to bring dignity, grace, power and integrity to your sexual life. Now that was in your past," she said reading the first card. He just stared unable to really think.
"Now your present. The seal represents love, longing, and dilemma. Drawn reversed, this card suggests that you may have come to a time in your life when you are faced with a dilemma. Each way you turn could involve risk and potential loss, and yet you know you must make a choice. The seal speaks of longing of the heart, of true love, of a sense of humanity and goodness. In the end, these should be the determining factors in your choice. Although the seal may represent loneliness and separation, as the sechie imprisoned on dry land, remember that the time will come when she will be released and will act as a guide and companion through the watery realm of the emotions and the Otherworld," she said interested. She didn't except him to get a card like that. He blinked a few times. He was still unable to think straight.
"Now for your future. The goose represents vigilance, parenthood, and productive power," once she heard parenthood she began to snicker, "Anywho…Drawn reversed, this card may indicate that you need to be aware of being overly concerned about your rights, possessions, or territory. You may not need to strut and hiss quite so much, and you may not need to be so possessive of your partner. Many geese mate for life, but not all humans do, and in the end staying together may not be in your best interests. If the relationship is really to last it will thrive on mutual respect and freedom, rather than jealousy and possessiveness.
The ancient Celts kept geese for their eggs rather than their flesh. They knew it was better to keep the goose alive and productive, rather than destroying its productive capacity by eating it. They keep sheep the same way-for their wool and milk rather than their meat. The lesson for us is that if we want to ensure our productive power, our capacity for creativity, we must look after ourselves. To make sure the goose keeps laying the golden eggs, we must keep the goose alive-well fed, well rested, well exercised," she laughed at the reading.
He looked at her oddly. He didn't really understand anything that was just said. It was all big words and said in a weird way. Thinking about it a little he understood it better.
"Hoshiko, Akito, Gaara! Dinner's ready!" Mrs. Daigawa yelled upstairs. They heard Akito bolt downstairs.
The two teens got up from the floor and walked out her door. They walked into the small dinner room quietly. It was a round cedar table with matching chairs. The spread of food was amazing, there was so much. They all sat down.
"Ok well dig in," she said with a smile.
"Wow thanks mom!" Akito shouted while drooling. Zakuro gave him a disgusted look.
"Yeah mom thanks, it looks really good," she said. They piled food onto their plates and began eating.
It was a few minutes into dinner, and so far everything was going great. That is until……..
"So how did you meet Hoshiko?" Mrs. Daigawa asked.
"P.E.," Gaara answered.
"Did you know my sister has a psychological problem," Akito said taking a giant bite of food. Zakuro quickly shot him a deadly glare. Gaara raised his eyebrows at the new information.
"Oh really," he said glancing at her. Akito didn't care about the deadly glare she was giving him or the fact that she was gonna beat the shit out of him after this. He didn't really like this Gaara person. Something about him gave him a bad vibe.
"Yeah, she has spilt personalities," he said chewing more food, "The one everyone saw today was Zakuro. The only way to tell them apart is their voice."
"Interesting," Gaara replied. Zakuro quickly punched her brother square in the nose.
"OW!" he wailed, "Mom!"
"You deserved it you little rat!" Zakuro shouted angrily.
"How many times have I told you not to discuss that?" his mother asked calmly. (A/N: Man isn't she just so calm?)
Well the disastrous dinner was over. Well in Hoshiko's mind it was. She had planned on telling Gaara when she was good and ready. Now her little brother ruined everything! Why did she have to have a little brother? The real Hoshiko was now walking Gaara outside to wait for his ride.
"…..Look I'm sorry about what happened in there," she said looking up at the night sky. He looked at her briefly.
"That's ok. It's no big deal and I promise I won't tell a soul," he said shrugging.
"Oh thanks," she said sighing in relief. He began to laugh lightly.
"What?" she asked curiously.
"Nothing. It's just you two remind me of my sister and me," he chuckled. She stared at him with a confused look on her face.
"My sister and I always fight. Like you guys we even get physical," he said calming down a bit.
"You shouldn't be hitting little girls," she said scolding him.
"She's my big sister. She's a senior at school," he reassured her.
"Oh," she said feeling stupid.
"Yeah since she's eighteen, has a job and what not I live with her," he said sitting on the cube.
"You don't live with your parents?" she asked sitting next to him.
"No, you see I was a mistake, an accident child. I wasn't supposed to be born. And when I was born my mom died after giving birth to me so……my dad hates me. He would beat me and shit. My sister didn't like it so once she was old enough she fought hard to let me live with her. Finally the courts let her have custody over me. So here I am," he said looking out ahead of him. He side glanced her from the corner of his eye. Her saddened look surprised him. No one but his sister had ever really shown any feelings for him.
"Oh, that's horrible. I'm so sorry," she said softly.
They brought out of their conversation as blinding headlights pulled up to them. Music was blasting pretty loud. Gaara glared at the car.
"Hey little bro! You ready?" an older girl shouted. They both walked to the side of the car.
"Temari?" Hoshiko said curiously. The older girl looked at her. Once she saw Hoshiko, a foxy grin appeared.
"Well hey Iko," she said.
"Iko?" she asked raising an eyebrow.
"Nickname," Temari said simply. Hoshiko nodded in understanding.
Gaara jumped into the back seat of the car. He looked at her as they drove away. She waved goodbye as they both disappeared into the dark.
A Week Later
The week had been terrible for Hoshiko. The skanks, whose names she just found out were Sakura and Ino, had been pulling pranks on her the entire week. Temari was nice enough to help her out every time. Hoshiko didn't pay attention to any of the pranks; they didn't even seem to phase her when pulled. She would just clean up and go on with her day. It seemed to really piss the two girls off.
In the classrooms and around campus everyone was buzzing about junior prom when they weren't gossiping about a prank pulled on Hoshiko. It was annoying to her. She hated dances. She never went to one because she hated dancing, the cheesy music they play, all the girliness, and plus no one ever asked her. Even though the dance was months away everyone was buying stuff and planning for it. It to on her nerves that around every corner everyone was talking at about it.
It was second period now. Everyone was in their desks doing whatever because, as usual, the teacher was late. The night before they had been instructed to write an original poem and present it to the class. Hoshiko was nervous. She always got stage fright when having to speak in front of a bunch of people. She especially hated it when it had to do with her emotions or own opinions.
Kakashi-sensei entered the room twenty minutes late. He was wearing his usual loose black suit and sunglasses. Lazily he walked to his desk and began to take roll.
As everyone was saying "here" Hoshiko zoned out. She turned to the window and stared at the grey sky. It was going to rain, heavily. She loved the stormy weather. It always made her feel comfortable. She didn't understand why but it did.
"Daigawa Hoshiko," Kakashi said. Nothing was heard. Everyone turned around looking for her. They all saw her staring out the window.
"Hoshiko….." he said again. Gaara turned to her then elbowed her in the side.
"Ow," she said rubbing her side.
"Daigawa Hoshiko," he repeated a little annoyed.
"What," she snapped.
"Are you here or not?" he asked getting only slightly angry.
"Can't you see for yourself?" she snapped again. No one ever snapped at him. Everyone thought he was the greatest teacher ever! That sealed the deal.
"Ok moving on. How many of you actually did your poems?" he asked. A little over half the class raised their hands, Hoshiko and Gaara included.
"Ok then, who wants to go first?" he asked. Everyone instantly put their hands down. He sighed heavily.
"Kakashi-sensei, Hoshiko wants to go first. She's been bragging all morning about her poem," Ino smirked.
Hoshiko's eyes widened slightly and her eyes frantically glided side to side in panic. Kakashi looked over at her along with the rest of the class. She sunk into her seat with a blush of embarrassment. Oh, she was so gonna have to get Ino back for this. Kakashi smiled.
"Well that's wonderful. I've been waiting to hear a poem of yours," he said with an encouraging smile.
Hoshiko shook her head slowly, "Uh uh."
"Oh come on, it wont be that bad I promise. And if you like you don't have to come up front you can stand at your desk," he said. She looked reluctant but finally sighed in defeat.
"Ok, fine," she said pouting. She rummaged through her backpack and pulled out a piece of paper.
"Um…well I didn't do a long one but whatever," she said standing up and looking at her paper.
"It's called The Look," she said.
"Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day." she read, pausing at the right time. She sat down quickly after reading it. Everything was quiet.
"That…..that was wonderful!" Kakashi exclaimed.
"Huh?" Sakura, Ino, and Hoshiko said in unison. Everyone was applauding.
"That was amazing! Please before we go on will you say another one?" he asked almost desperately. He had always said his class was full literature deprived morons.
"Uh……..sure," she said with uncertainty. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a journal. She flipped through a bunch of pages before stopping.
"This is called An Argument," she said.
"I've often been told by learned friars,
That wishing and the crime are one,
And Heaven punishes desires,
As much as if the deed were done.
If wishing damns us, you and I,
Are damned to all our heart's content;
Come, then, at least we may enjoy
Some pleasure for our punishment!" she read, again pausing at the right time. The applause was heard again along with Kakashi's praise.
"Again that was wonderful. Now moving along, who wants to go next?" he asked looking around.
A/N: I don't own any of the poems!