NOTE: Third chapter, came pretty fast too? Right, right? Hey, Pretzel. R&R people!

DISLCAIMER: I. Do. Not. Own. Naruto. And, that's final!

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Just Breathe: Chapter 3

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Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Why am I saying crap? Because, I am freakin' late! Since when have I been a morning person? Okay. I'm in! Yes! Now, Gate 34. Ugh. That's pretty far away. Oh my god! Those little escalators that don't go up, but straight! I love these! These will work!

Run! Dash! Pant. Run! Dash! Pant. Okay. What gate now? Are you freakin' kidding me?! Gate 52! I have gone way too far.

Run! Dash! Pant. Okay. Gate 26. What. The. Hell.

Oh, look. It's right there. Ugh. Walk! Slush! Groan. Crash!

"Ow." I say, opening one eye. I seem to be leaning on a piece of wood, "Stupid piece of wood."

I pat the wood, say, "Sorry.", and move on.

Kiba's POV

Whoa. Did that girl just call me a piece of wood? And did she just pat me? Wow. Is she dead or something? She must be pretty out of it. I don't even look CLOSE to a piece of wood. And, whoa, neither does she. She's pretty hot.

End of Kiba's POV

So, where's freakin' Kiba?

"People." I turn to see a pretty hot guy standing on a table. I cock an eyebrow, and he smirks. Son of a freakin' bitch.

I need my freakin' coffee. Freakin' morning.

"KIBA!"

"I LOVE YOU!"

"WILL YOU MARRY ME?"

Oh, my freakin' god. Shut the freakin' hell up!

"CAN I LICK YOUR BICEPS?"

Oh, my god. Freak.

"WILL YOU—"

"FREAKIN' SHUT THE FREAKIN' HELL UP!" I scream. Jeez. It's just a guy. Well, a freakin' hot guy, but still. They are snapping my patience. They don't heed my warning.

"I AM GOING TO FREAKIN' GO GET MY FREAKIN' COFFEE, BUT BEFORE THEN, IF ANY FREAKIN' PERSON STARTS FREAKIN' SQUEALING AGAIN, I WILL SNAP THEIR FREAKIN' FAKE BOOBS!" I scream. Everyone is looking at me, now. Then, I calmly walk to Starbucks.

Hah. I can't hear them anymore. Okay. Mocha latte? Yeah, with extra whipped cream. And a strawberry. Dude, I was just kidding.

I pick up my latte and walk back. Everyone's looking at me, now. Except for the guy, who's on the floor crackin' up. I don't see what's so funny. I just got here, right? My god. This is like that time I yelled at the principal for making me go to detention at 12 at night, and then wouldn't freakin' stop yelling at me, so I freakin' told her to shut up. Then, I went to go get a latte, came back, and couldn't remember a freakin' thing.

Crap. Yeah, crap. That's probably what just happened.

I edge over to one of the judges escorting us.

"Um. What did I do?" I ask, whispering through the side of my mouth.

"You yelled at all of the girls, using the word 'freakin' a lot. I thank you for shutting them up, but I prefer you use better language." Says one of the judges. Who is pretty hot, in an old, rugged way. His white hair is sticking up and he's wearing a mask. Why? Don't ask me. I don't know.

I calmly grab my luggage, find a seat, and sit down. The girls all seem to be avoiding me now. Except for one girl.

She comes up to me, and says, "Hi. My name is Hyuuga Hinata." She seems sweet.

"Hi. I'm Haruno Sakura." We shake hands.

"How did you do that?" asks Hinata, incredulously.

I chuckle nervously, "Do what?"

"You made them shut up. I tried to, too. But, they wouldn't listen to me."

"Oh. You seem more of a cute, sexy, quiet type. I'm one of those gangly, loud, clumsy types. You know?" I say.

Hinata's POV

"You seem more of a cute, sexy, quiet type. I'm one of those gangly, loud, clumsy types. You know?"

What? Sakura's so kind, and gentle. What does she mean, 'gangly, loud, clumsy'. I'm just boring. I hope we become friends.

End of Hinata's POV

"Hinata-chan? Are you okay?" I ask, waving my hand in front of her face. She seems to be spacing out.

"Oh! Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking." She says, waving it away.

"So. Why did YOU decide to enter this contest? You don't seem like a Kiba fan." I ask, genuinely curious.

Hinata blushes and whispers in a barely audible voice, "Well, I like one of his band members, Naruto."

"Oh! So you're in for another!" I say, elbowing her, winking and grinning. I like this girl. She's unimaginably sweet.

"Ssshhh! Yes, I am. But, why are you here, then?" Hinata asks, cocking her head to the side, adorably.

"Oh. I'm here for the scholarship and the pay. My parents tried to kill each other and were sent to jail, so I live by myself. And, being a waitress doesn't pay for much. Plus, I haven't enrolled for any schools yet, and if I make the cut, I can go to one of the best schools in Konoha." I say, simply.

Hinata just looks at me. To my dismay, tears start coming out of her eyes. She rushes to me and hugs me.

"Whoa. Hold your horses there, Hinata. It's okay! They've been gone since I was 12. It was hard back then. At least now, I can get a job."

"I had no ide—."

"Everyone, call for Gate 34. Boarding to Italy. Boarding to Italy."

I spring up from my seat, "FREAKIN' YEAH!"

Everyone looks at me, except for Hinata and Kiba, who is on the floor crackin' up again. Why does everyone find what I do weird or funny?

This trip better be worth the scholarship and the pay.

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The End

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