05 AIHE
Did I forget to mention that I'm a girl?
Yeah, I think I did.
Oh, well, nice to meet you. The full name's Haruhi, and I'm a girl.
Back to now, y'know, two guys staring at the almost-half naked me? Of course I did the first thing that came to mind- I screamed.
Hidan's on top of me in a flash, his fat hand covering my mouth. "Shut the **** up!" he whisper-yells, then proceeds to yell, thankfully not in my face. "WHY'S THE ***** TV SO ***** LOUD?"
It's not my fault I screamed.
"You've got some explaining to do, freshie" he says with a smirk, his hand still over my mouth. I'm scared. Hidan's scary.
"What… the… ****" PMS says, his face red. He looked away when he noticed me staring at him, though.
Luckily, they let me change first. I wrapped my chest extra-tight, even though I didn't have to. They already knew… but I did anyways. And I really hate that scar on my chest.
Once I step out of the room, a hand grabs my head and pulls me to the living room, dragging me to the couch.
"I reckon your name isn't Hatsuharu, then." PMS boy says, his face still lightly tinted pink. Ay, he's got albino-white skin- you've gotta be blind if you can't see the pink on that.
"It's Haruhi." I say with a sigh. Hidan's eyes open wide, shocked.
"You're-!" What was he going to say? They're the Akatsuki. Your brother's friends. All of a sudden Kankuro's words come back to me. I'd seen all of his freakish friends once or twice during my childhood, and he's stayed with the same group all his life. I knew what Hidan was talking about.
"Yeah. Pein's my half-brother" I say with a smile on my face. At least I tried to smile; it probably turned out looking all twisted and ugly. Can't really smile when I think about that wonderful ball of sunshine. Well, his hair's kinda like that but still. It's all orange and poofy.
Somehow they were still both shocked. Is my brother really all that famous around this school? And why's their little 'gang' or whatever named after the school?
"He's the one who sent me here- like this." I made a sorta gesture over my chest, turning kinda red after my hands dropped to my lap. Silence ensued. I bet you could grab it and then use it as a fly swatter.
"Well, ****." Hidan said, breaking the awkward silence.
"As if it wasn't awkward before" I mutter mindlessly, resting my chin on one of my hands.
"What did you say, freshie?" he glares at me with those pink eyes.
"Must you call me freshie? It irritates me after a while."
"Then what's your ***** name?"
"Haru… just call me Haru" let's ignore the fact that I said my name earlier. I didn't feel like arguing with anyone right about now.
"Neji-kun!" a voice calls, followed by pounding on the door. "It's dinner time!"
Hidan sighs, muttering about having to get up to yell at the disrespectful under-classmen.
"I-I got it" I said, slightly flustered. I never stuttered… what started this now?
"Lee-kun" I greeted the person at the door, who peered in the room curiously. He noted the awkward texture in the air and I saw fear in his eyes when he saw the silver-haired man seated on the couch. So he knows this kid too. Why does everyone know 'bout them except for me?
Oh yeah, 'cuz Imma noob of a freshie. Riiiiite.
"I-I-I-It's t-t-time f-for d-dinner" he finally manages to stutter, his eyes still looking at Hidan. Lee didn't even stutter that much in front of that Pinky that he oh so obviously has a crush on.
"Mmkay, I'm gonna go then 'cuz I'm hungry." I turn back to look at the boys behind me. "You coming, P- Neji-san? Hidan-san?" I swear, I thought I saw Lee's eye twitch when I said Hidan's name. Odd, no?
"I'm coming" Neji says, getting up. Hidan throws himself onto the couch and waves us off.
"I'm guessing he doesn't want to be disturbed, then" I say rather loudly inside the room. Just to see what he does. He gives me 'the finger' and I notice that his nails are painted a rather dark shade of green.
"Isn't he polite" I say as I close the door behind us. Neji usually has the keys anyways.
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It's pretty normal, as far as dinners go. When I finished eating, I saw a familiar shock of red hair in the corner of my vision. Excusing myself from the table, I ran up to him.
"GAAAAAAAAARAAAAAAAAA" I yell, flinging myself onto the redhead's back. Luckily for the both of us he's just sturdy enough to handle my weight. Must be because as a child, he was oddly obsessed with carrying around this heavy gourd thing. For all I know it could've carried anything from blood to sake to dead people. Not like I was really that interested in it…
Anyways.
"Yo" I say as the awesomest greeting ever.
"…yo" he awkwardly says back. That's Gaara for you in a nutshell… awkward. Well it's okay because he's my little awkward turtle.
I've kinda forced him give me a piggyback ride as he wanders around the hall. School's ended, we can wander and chit chat mindlessly.
Although, Gaara didn't really seem one for mindless chitchat.
Well, as justification, it's not exactly mindless, and it's not chitchat. We wander. Familiarizing ourselves with the territory. Hopefully we're not getting lost.
"Who's your roomies?" I ask him, absentmindedly playing with his red hair.
"Kankuro and a kid named Kimimaru or something."
"Oh" I reply, my mouth taking on that 'o' shape. I wish his hair was long enough to braid… Hey I wonder if I could braid PMS boy's hair… would he let me or will I have to do it while he sleeps?
"Who're your roommates?" he asks me, trying to look at me by twisting his head around. I pull at his hair, my silent way of telling him to stop moving his head.
"PMS-boy and Hidan." I reply. I'm still playing with his hair; I just wish that I brought hair ties with me.
"PMS boy?"
"That long haired pupil-less kid. But his hair's long" I say the last part dreamily, and he almost laughs. Poor kid needs to laugh more. It's the best medicine, right?
"And-uh-uhm" I start stuttering like I always do when I have to confess something.
"What is it now?" Gaara asks, annoyed. He knew from experience that me stuttering equals trouble.
"They kinda know" I say, my voice no louder than a mouse's squeak. He stops walking abruptly, most likely thinking about something. And most likely that something's about what I just told them.
"And how exactly did that happen?" he asks, using that I-wanna-explode-but-I-can't-right-now-so-this-is-the-voice-I-use voice.
"Well, you know… uh… t-that… is… um…"
"Just hurry up and tell me, Haruhi" he says shortly. Gaara's pissed. He'll never use my real name unless he's mad. Or pissed. Same difference, really.
"Well, you know how my memory's like that of a goldfish?" He nods a reply, obviously intending for me to continue.
"I kinda forgot something when I showered… a-and… uh… POOF!"
He sighs. This sort of explanation was so me.
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A/N: 1,200+ words
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
Blah, blah, roll call, blah blah, announcements, blah, blah, blah OH IT'S THE BELL. I jump up as soon as the bell rings, ignoring all of the stares of those other jealous kids. They just wish that they're as cool as me.
"BYE GAARA-CHAN" I yell, skipping out of the classroom.
/sorry for not updating in forever. Apparently, this chapter was rotting in the Document manager for the longest of whiles. Whooops. oh well, if nothing goes wrong the next chapter will show its wonderful face by the end of the weekend.