'What on earth…just happened?' Rouji had thought, seeing Azashiro run outside of her room and hearing him leaving the house. She was left speechless and didn't want to chase him, he was…an Uzumaki! Utter trash! There were so many thoughts left in her mind, and they didn't even start their assignment! It was bad, but she had an idea. She was going to go it; without him and just say he did some of it too. Sure, she didn't like them. But she couldn't do it, she could have. But it wasn't the best way for her to beat someone you despise.

Standing up quickly from her seat, her chair repelled back and landed on the floor with a thud. Itachi marched to her room and stared at her, he could tell something happened when he ran out with this familiar look on his face.
"What did that Uzumaki do?" Although he wasn't particularly happy that the teacher of this subject paired them together, he wanted to make sure she was okay. Who knows what germs they carry and could pass on.

"Nothing." She didn't want to tell him, he would go out and kill! She didn't want her famous and rich brother to become nothing and be known as a murderer. She couldn't live with that at all. Itachi had stared into her eyes and noticed it was something, but she didn't want to tell him. He sighed and decided to leave; he didn't want to force her. He didn't want to seem like a bad brother. When he left she droopingly headed towards her bed and plopped on it and rested herself on the bed and stared at the ceiling. She was staring at it deeply, it was blank and her hands moved up to touch her lips.

She could feel her cheeks light up, and she couldn't seem to understand why he did something like that. It just didn't seem right at all, why an Uzumaki. She wanted it with the guy she liked, Neji. When she went to sleep she had this dream that never had occurred to her before. She was surrounded by people who wanted to harm her, they were all killed and saved by a mysterious man his face could not be seen, neither his hair colour and she woke up in the morning seeing only half of that man's face.

While Azashiro had a dream of riding on a horse to save the one he was destined to be with. However it was not the one he had hoped it to be, and the one he held in his arms was the one he was supposed to be with. He woke up in the morning with a fast beating heart; that wasn't surely normal at all. He frowned at himself and decided to get ready to do some work out for the day.

'Why did I dream about Azashiro? How disgusting.' Rouji thought as she ate breakfast and changed into something decent and decided to take a walk around the block to think having some songs to listen to in her phone.
'What did that dream mean? I rescued Rouji…and she's an Uchiha. I'm so confused.' He thought while he kept on jogging. His eyes closed for a short time and didn't look where he was going, her eyes focused on her phone and browsed through what other song she could play.

The two collided and collapsed to the floor. She looked at who it was and frowned. "Watch where you're going, idiot!" The male looked up and saw he bumped into Rouji, and both stopped saying anything. Both had a serious look upon their face, and neither blinked for a short amount of time before he could say anything.
"I'm sorry…what happened yesterday I wasn't thinking." I'm sorry? Was that all? Rouji frowned, and folded her arms. Sorry couldn't really cut it, and was he jogging? With a sweat suit? She didn't know what she could say to him.

"Okay fine listen, hurry up and clean yourself. Have you smelt yourself? You smell like a camel's fart!" She commented rudely, as she usually would towards him. He frowned; maybe he was wrong and should take back what he was thinking about her. There was no way she could be nice if she wanted to!

"Fine then, make sure you don't drink anymore milk, you don't want your breasts to sag like a grandma." Rouji growled as Azashiro laughed and departed running once again back home. While she headed back home she stopped before she could enter her home and think. Could she really be friendly with him? She shook her head and entered the house, she then headed towards her room but stopped and her eyes widened.

He was…?
She cleared her throat and had this look on her face, quite serious and all. His face…she cleared it and it looked like someone punched his face hard! He stopped talking with Itachi and stood up and headed towards her.
"Rouji…do you remember me?" He knew her father along with him…She nodded her head and stared at the male, her onyx eyes looked away.

Azashiro had run home and then had his quick shower, and made himself look nice. He always liked to present himself in that wonderful kind of way. He smiled in the mirror and headed out the door towards the Uchiha household where there was someone so unexpected.

"What're you doing here? I thought you went to the next state." Rouji commented not looking at him, but he couldn't blame her too much.
"I wanted to finally come back and pay my respects to my brother." She looked at him quickly, it wasn't too long to walk but he walked rather in a fast pace as Azashiro seemed eager; with this gut feeling.

Reaching his hand out to knock on the door he stopped and heard Rouji sigh. "Miroku-san…huh?"
She didn't know what to say, and Azashiro had recognized that name from somewhere but couldn't seem to remember at all. The younger brother of Miroku nodded his head, and decided to head out the door. Rouji shook her head and took a few steps to stop him, even though he opened the door, seeing Azashiro there.

"Obito wait!" She then did not say a thing and the male turned to see the red head, he was an Uzumaki. However his face; he took notice of this. There was so much going through Azashiro's mind and there were a few things he wanted to say. However for the time being he stepped aside to allow the male named Obito to walk away. He turned to see how she look hurt, was there something going on between him and her? He didn't say anything, even when he tried to nothing came out.

"Come in Azashiro, let's just finish this work." It was obvious she wanted to get this over and done with but he felt so uncomfortable with Itachi staring at him. He was curious about what he had heard and wanted to know, but maybe it wasn't in his right place for him to ask her at all.
Sitting down on the tables again for them to work on the assignment, he helped her and she helped him, it worked both ways. As she had finished, and made sure she would just type up everything to submit on Tuesday.

He stood up and was about to leave, but Azashiro stopped and turned back to her as he saw her stand up and head to her cupboard and reach for an album. Then sat on her bed and opened it, looking through it; he shook his head decided to sit right next to her, where skin was touching and his midnight blue eyes stared at the photos. They were of the Uchiha family.

She didn't say anything, so he presumed it was okay and she had seen a picture of her parents and her brother, Itachi when he was smaller. Then her and Sasuke as babies. He still was not saying anything all but had gotten his attention when there was a picture of her and the man he knew.

"Who's he?" Azashiro asked, pointing to the older male with a young Rouji who seemed very happy. Her onyx eyes turned to him, they were the same.
"That's Miroku-san; he died in a car accident a few weeks after this picture was taken."
"He is…" He stopped and his eyes widened, she turned her head to stare up at him and wondered if he knew or not.

"Did you know him Azashiro?" She blinked twice and seemed confused; how would an Uzumaki seem to know an Uchiha, even at this age of eight. It didn't seem to make any sense at all; firstly he looked away from her then back and nodded his head. Shifting himself away from her Azashiro cleared his throat. He knew him, and would never forget that loving face; he couldn't forget…how could he? He felt tears form in his eyes, and maybe he just still couldn't forget about him all.

No matter how hard he tried, he blinked as many times as he could to disperse the tears. He didn't want to cry in front of her, he didn't want to seem like a wimp. He was silent and was not too sure if he was to respond, but he already nodded so she probably wanted to know how he knew Miroku, finally Azashiro spoke which he felt sadness inside of him.
"He's my father."