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But did you think I wanted to do this to Akimichi?

To know that he'd be scared to come to school because of me?

Absolutely. Not only did I need to feel his misery- I wanted to be the one he feared.

So the day after, during lunch, I gathered up everything I didn't eat. I think it was mainly milk and sloppy joes without the bun. I went around and asked people for their extra food too- and dumped them all in this plastic shopping bag.

Once it was full, I carried it to the gym room and placed it in a spare locker to wait for me after fifth period.

And knowing what was gonna go down next period, an hour in history went by faster than expected.

I was the first in gym- like always, and grabbed the bag that now had had hour to 'cook'. The smell was awful when I opened the door, and I had to hold my breath to keep from gagging.

Akimichi was already out on the courts- trying to play a game of volleyball.

I remembered that he always had his backpack slumped against his side of the locker- so I walked on over- made sure his homework was out of the folders and his pencils scattered out of their cases- before dumping whatever was in the shopping bag into the open space.

And man, did his bag reek after that. The mixture of food was disgusting; it came out half liquid, half solid, and looked like something my dog would throw up.

If I had a dog at least.

But just leaving it there seemed a waste of experience, so I zipped his backpack up and put it on, feeling the weight of the mixture slosh around.

By then, the guys were starting to come in the room- and they noticed the bad smell, but didn't know where it came from or what is was.

The bell rang, they left for the court, and I left with Akicimichi's bag on my shoulders.

I wanted to get that thing off of me and as far away from me as possible- so I went to the fat-squeak during Coach Gai's role call and put an arm around him. He of course, didn't know what was going on.

He flinched from my contact and tried to squirm away; didn't even realize I was wearing his backpack.

He pushed me away, and I shoved him down on the ground, slightly wincing as the sound gave off a sickeningly loud sound.

The guy started to whimper- knowing that the beating was back on. But unlike before, not too many people gathered around this time. That's because like I said before- this had become a routine.

People knew what to expect, and they had gotten bored of it.

"Hey friend- how's your day been?"

And then, I was met with silence.

"My day was great- thanks for asking. Say, I was thinking about you yesterday Akimichi. Thinking about how you never seem to want to do anything. Quite literally. And then I thought to myself, hey! Maybe we could do something together after school today. What do you say?

I took his bag off of my back and held it out next to me.

"W-What's...That's m-" he started to stutter uncertainly.

So I started to mock him by stuttering too.

"Oh- I f-figured you'd w-want to get changed first. Can't be smelling like shit- now can we?"

I unzipped the foul smelling thing and dumped his stuff over him, taking care to completely cover his head.

The gym went quiet after that- and then an outbreak of laughter. But then after a second I found out that it was me laughing.

I sounded so foreign.

Like it wasn't me laughing. But even then, it was.

I stared down at him as I finished emptying the contents of his bag and threw it at his face.

And it was hard to tell what Akimichi was thinking. Maybe because the hair that was then covering his eyes was completely brown, green and black- like I rubbed mud or something over his head.

I stopped laughing and gave him this weird smile. I don't know what kind of smile I gave him, but I figured it wasn't a reassuring one- because before I knew it, the chubster let out this racking sob, grabbed his bag, and ran out of the gym.

And I looked back at him as he ran away-

"Man, Uzumaki...Why'd you gotta do that for?"

The rest of the guys looked shell-shocked at what I did. Maybe I did too- but I wasn't sure.

"What he ever do to you?"

But I ignored them as I stared at the gym doors- the doors that had his brown hand-print on the window.

"That's the thing guys. He didn't do anything." I said back. But I don't know if I said it loud enough- because I faintly recall that I was whispering to myself.

-o-o-o-

It's storming outside- and you think that God is angry. Did you do something wrong?

A blonde boy, no older then six, is clinging onto his mother's hand- not wanting her to leave him.

"But sweetheart, you'll have so much fun today. You'll make new friends and play lots of games. Don't you want to play with new toys? Color your mommy and daddy a picture?

The blonde boy nods his head, but doesn't loosen his grip.

"Mommy-color pictures with me."

"Oh honey, but I can't stay. Mommy needs to go to work today- but I promise,-" She gets down on both knees, puts her hands on her son's shoulders and kisses him lightly on his pouting lips.

"That I'll come to pick you up speedy-quick when school is done. Ok? Then we'll go to the park, and mommy will get you an ice-cream cone. But only if you promise me you'll be a good boy. And play nice- and learn everything!"

The boy laces his arms around his mother's neck and breathes in her 'mommy' smell.

"Pinky promise?" He mumbles as a strand of her vibrant red hair tickles his face.

"I pinky promise."

"Extra, extra pinky promise?"

"Extra, extra."

-o-o-o-