X: In Which She Is Loved
The warm sunlight filtered through my window, awaking me. I rubbed my eyes, getting the sleep out. "Took you long enough." Kakashi spoke from beside my bed. I didn't jump anymore, I was used to all the surprises he gave me. "What do you mean…?" I groaned though my cracked lips. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" he demanded softly in my ear. A delicious shiver ran down my spine before I yanked myself into an upright position. "It's nearly noon." He answered his own question and ran a hand through his silver locks. "You're six hours late." He seemed to stifle a growl whilst saying that. I eyed him, "Oh yeaaaaa." I drawled out, grinning and pointing at him at the same time, "I remember now…"
Suddenly, a flashback of last night came to me. I bolted upright on the sheets, "The Ring!" I cried in hysteria. Kakashi raised a single eyebrow, "What?" He asked. A single uttered word broke the dam of my worries. "Ohmygod, Kakashi! It was horrible! Last night, at twelve, the girl from the Ring came out of her well and was in my room! She attacked me!!" My voice rose an octave with each sentence. I accidentally let out an 'eep' pass my lips and blushed, gritting my teeth in embarrassment.
He was silent for what seemed like an eternity. I just wanted to sink into the covers and disappear off the face of this earth. I hated being fat, I hated being so big, I hated to go shopping, and most of all, I hated those pretty clothes that were only made for skinny girls. "Well, well, well." A sing-song voice interrupted my mildly-suicidal thoughts. "Queenie." I greeted in a deadpanned voice. "Why so blue, hon?" she trotted over and sat down in front of me. "Nothing, really. If you would please get out…." I commanded the two out of my room after Queenie told me what kind of attire would be proper for a ninja. I plucked out a black shirt and short cargo pants with a lot of pockets. It took me less than five minutes to get dressed and head downstairs.
"What do we do first?" I asked either ninja. 'First, breakfast, then we can go shopping for your weapons and extra gear, then we'll go to the training grounds. Don't forget to pack your lunch." Kakashi quickly took control as Queenie was already making omrice. (omrice is a bowl of white rice with an omelet on top. ) We all had breakfast, made lunch and headed out.
The last few rays of sunlight hit my face as I stepped out of my home. I had already left a message for my parents that I would be home late. As I walked in between Kakashi and Queenie, I wondered what will occur today. Specifically between me and Kakashi. Would our relationship grow? Does his own heart flutter when mine does? Of course not. No one would ever love a fat girl like me, which would be the reason why I would be training to be a ninja right? Right. "Ninja Shop." Kakashi's velvety voice interrupted my flow of thoughts. "Huh? Oh, right." I let out a nervous laugh. As I walked inside, it was immediately cool and air conditioned. "Ah, welcome!" A chipper voice welcomed us. I glanced at the girl, she had purple hair that was partially tied up in a spiky bun, and partially falling above her eyes in spikes as well. She wore a lot of fishnets and tan clothing. The shopkeeper was also eating a stick of dango, but there was a slightly boyish grin on her lips. "I'm Anko Mitarashi. How can I hope you all?" The girl spoke. "Some new ninja gear for the girl." Queenie quickly explained, then turned to purr at the numchucks and humungo knives that had been placed up at the wall.
Within a few hours, I had bought all of my necessities, wounded Anko and Kakashi, and angered Queenie when I accidentally cut off a lock of her hair when a stray shuriken swooshed by her. Anko seemed to be ready to kick us all out after I placed all of the items on the counter. When we all stepped out, it was dark. Night had already set upon the town of Kohona. "Oh, well. I'm just going to head home first, Kakashi. I wanna try out my new toys." Queenie grinned devilishly as she motioned to her baseball bat-sized, barbaric knife. " Kakashi let out a weak laugh and we both bid her good bye. Kakashi turned to me, then spoke, "I'm sorry Linny, but I think that it's too dark for us to train today." He sighed and continued, "There's no need for our lunches either. But tomorrow morning, at six, you'd better be up and ready to go. Eat your breakfast before you come, and its training ground number seven!" he explained sternly. I lowered my eyes to the ground, taking it all in and nodding obediently.
It was a cold night outside, I shivered lightly. I suddenly remembered that in the summer, the nights and days' temperatures would drop and rise significantly. Kakashi was silent for a moment, then took off his jacket and perched it upon my shoulders. I was glad that it was baggy on me. I felt skinny, for this moment at least. I blushed heavily. "Th-Thank you…" I stuttered, looking up at his eyes slowly. I gasped, his face was mere inches from mine. "Your welcome, Linny.." his soft breath was delicately touching my face.
Then it happened.
His lips brushed against mine ever so gently.
And it ended as quickly as it came. But his face was still mere inches from mine. I nervously wrapped both arms around his neck, feeling the muscles underneath the skin tense up immediately as I was in contact with it. I pulled him toward me gently, then moved one arm to pull down his chin mask. It revealed his perfectly pale lips. I moved my face closer to his, but he moved faster. Those perfect lips crashed against mine with so much passion that it was overwhelming. We didn't open our mouths, and had more sense than to go any further than just kissing.
The walk back to my home was silent and intense. Before I finally went inside, we stopped outside of our doors (remember, he lives next-door! ) and looked at each other. Would it be like this tomorrow? I wondered. Is this even really happening? The thought raced across my mind. He had pulled up his mask back up, I hadn't noticed, but I knew that he was smiling underneath the cover. "See you tomorrow." He said simply. He then moved closer to me and hugged me.
Three words and a hug.
Authoress: No explanation for the delay of story. Just procrastination, school, and writer's block. A rather terrible combination. Well, anyhoo, please review.