Writer's rants

This time around, the two are gonna be thinking about the same thing. Hehehe… I had a little mental block here so forgive me if this will not be good. Ugh, my head still hurts.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters.


Taki dragged himself to the school clinic. His slow and painful pace coupled with irregular breathing, bloody face, and worn-out body told him he must go there. The one place he would rather not go to. However, he had to. He had to be fit as soon as possible to make his plansa reality. The target was with the one person he dreamed of sleeping with. He lusted for her. His immoral imagination taking flight every time he sits in class and looks at their young and hot science teacher. Thinking of her and seeing her on TV, wearing skimpy clothes and exposing her attractive body invigorates his manliness and then, malice starts creeping in. He knows it's not right but he refuses to admit that he is wrong.

He turned left and there it was, at the end of the corridor. He stared at the metal doors. Its glass panels have been witnesses to his weaknesses. Now it will again see the failure in his face. The defeat a winner attained. He must pay for his actions. The consequence of going against Murasawa Taki is far greater than you can imagine. You have earned the right to experience the wrath of your worst opponent. A catastrophe beyond your expectations will commence on this place. You will regret this day. You will mourn the day you were born! He pushed the door and sat on the soft bed on the right side of the door. It was only large enough to prevent his foot from hanging on air. It was a tight fit.

A brunette at about 25 years old dressed in a nurse uniform, came to him from a certain door at the left of the room parallel to the bed he is now sitting on. She was about 5'6 – 5'8. She has a medium-built body and a nice pair of green eyes.

"Nice to see you Mr. Murasawa." She smiled sweetly at the boy. He must be terribly hurt to come to the clinic. His face is a total wreck. I don't blame him. He must have been beat up by outside trespassers. "Now let me get something for that bleeding nose of yours." She turned her back from the boy. Then suddenly, the boy grabbed her arm and turned her around.

"Now, now. I must first heal you of your wounds and replenish your energy before…" A mischievous smile appeared on her face. "Don't worry, I may have information you might need or at least access to it. Just stay there for a while. I'll deal with your manliness when you get your energy back."

She disappeared behind a metal door and began to dial a number. "This is Ms. Takanoma of the school clinic. May I inform you sir that Mr. Murasawa will be spending the whole day in the clinic. He might go home late tonight. May I request that his parents be informed of this. No, it's not serious. He just needs a lot of rest. Thank you. "

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"Is it sweet?" The singer stare at the rice ball in front of her. There were sixpieces neatly arranged in a blue lunchbox.

"Of course your highness. Sweets for my sweet." Said a student now kneeling before her. She is taking a tour of the school and is now visiting every class. She was comfortably sitting at a chair accepting variousgifts offered toher. The teacher's desk is now full of food offered by her fans.

"I'm sorry but I can't eat sweet foods." She tried to not hurt the boy but by the looks of it, she failed. A sigh was heard. "May I have the honor of kissing you on the cheek in exchange for what I should have done?"

"It's ok." He blushed. She leaned forward and kissed the boy on the cheek. The boy rejoiced but the singer didn't notice for she immediately looked at the redhead, who was standing beside her, as if asking if what she did was ok. The Gaara remained expressionless. If he was hurt or angry, she couldn't tell. Of course, he wouldn't admit what he is feeling. She absentmindedly took the lunch box from the table and gave it to Gaara. "Please put it in my lunchbox."

"hn." I hate her. Just when I was about to have the courage to tell her I…. That I… Somehow he couldn't continue the sentence. He still wasn't sure what he feels for her. He felt vulnerable. He hated feeling this way. "I don't feel anything."

"Sure you don't."

"It's not 'bout you."

"Thank you very much." She sarcastically replied.

The singer left that classroom fuming with anger. Why and with whom she didn't wanna know. All she knows is that she's very angry. Then the two mutually agreed on cold war, only talking to each other when extremely necessary.

Asuka took a gift from another student in another classroom. The bag was full already. It was the 5th bag filled with gifts. "Get me another bag." She said, smiling sweetly to prevent her fans from sensing her anger. "Here."

"Sure." He took another paper bag from his bag and placed the gift there. An unexpected thud was heard.

"They're not your gifts so please be careful with them." I had it with him.

"Sure, your highness." Sarcasm evident in his voice.

"Are you two fighting?" Said the fan who had just received an autograph.

"No." They chorused.

"Hi, I'm Matsumoto Robert."

"Hi Robert." Asuka said in a voice she hoped didn't give away her anger.

"Well, I've been in many relationships before and…" he looked and saw the singer's stern look.

"And I've been in love many times. I know a couple in love when I see one."

"We're not!" The two chorused.

"See, you're defensive. And you're angry when you're with him but you're still angry if he leaves you even for a second."

"I do not."

"Yes you did when he went to the bathroom. You we're angrier than usual."

"Hn. So Asuka likes me? How unfortunate."

"But you were looking at her all the time in a way that says I love you even without words."

"Liar."

"No he's not."

"Why? Are you hoping?"

"I-I." Am I? Something inside her says she is. No, I refuse to accept it. "I'm not. Are you?"

Somehow the redhead was disappointed. Why? He didn't know. "No." He sternly said.

"I thing you two better go outside first and talk it over. You couldn't concentrate for a second."

"But." The singer protested.

"Please?" Robert said with a puppy-eye look that finally convinced her. Robert took over the class for a while.

"Sure." I'll know what was he really thinking during that time.

The redhead followed her outside. Did she really mean that she doesn't like me?

-End of chapter-


Writer's Rants

Hehehe.. I'll keep you in suspense. Next chap will be mushy and troublesome. I'll have to think what Taki will do. Love this chap! I love puppy-eye looks! Wahahaha... Eherm. On with the reviews. Go on. Say what you think will improve the story