"I can't believe I made it home" Storm sighed as she entered her…well not hers but still a house.
"I'm home," the blonde says to no one but her imagination. Her blue eyes look around the empty house, her dad is at work...or at a bar again and her mother...
Her mother….she want return to her anytime in the future, she left and forever is gone. Storm doesn't tell anyone but she hates her mother for leaving her all alone with that man, the man she calls dad. Left her alone with someone who doesn't care, who is heartbroken, and can't even see what he has anymore. He has lost sight of the world….and of his daughter.
"It's her fault for leaving us." She is quite for a minute as she looks at a picture of her family.
A tall man with brown hair and deep blue eyes that shows joy in them, a women with long golden hair and green eyes that could just make you happy, staring into her green eyes was the only comfort you needed, those eyes showed that the world would be okay and tomorrow will be better, that you didn't have to worry about anything anymore. Then in the middle is a small girl with blonde hair , like her mothers, Blue eyes, like her fathers, and a smile that is all her own, one of innocents, one that reminds us of what yesterday was like, a smile that gives hope to all but her own father. Right beside the girl holding her hand is a little bit older, by one year, boy with dark brown hair like dads and deep green eyes like moms, only his eyes showed you reality, those eyes always seemed to know…..yet they did not care, they just wanted to see light and play with the little girl, hold that girls hand forever, and always protect her.
(AN: read this in a non-caring fashion) Strom didn't blame her father for wanting to ignore her, she wanted to ignore him as well and they both had the same reason for not like each other, for wishing that the other did not exists, or... would die all together. That is what pain and grief brings to you, to hate the only person who is suppose to care. (AN: ok you can stop reading it that way )
Storm's dad dislikes her because she looks like mom, and she hates her dad because he reminds her of that boy that use to hold her hand and always knew what she was thinking and what to say to make the pain go away. The love the two kids shared for each other is un-describable.
Storm traces her figure over the boys face and smiles bitterly. She puts the picture down and starts upstairs so she can do her homework. When she sits down in her rolly desk chair, her hair coverers the bottom of it, so it covered the entire back of her chair, and she went to her computer and starts her assignment that is due by the end of the month or in two weeks to be more exact.
Her figures type fast, she wants to get done before tomorrow or at least a little before dad comes home. Her project is on minerals and chemicals that can make things explode things that should never be mixed, and the different types of gas, deadly or friendly. An exciting topic if you ask her.
She has about four pages typed of the seven that need to be typed when her cell phone rang. The blue eyed teenager looked at the caller ID then put the phone to her ear and continued typing when it was nicely tucked between her ear and shoulder. "Explosion hotline, here for all of your explosion and pyro needs. How may I be of service to you?" She asked in one of those official voices.
"Oh I see…yes...I'm doing it right now…yep four pages…..Really...okay I'll get to work on that to. Also is it okay if you….oh you will...thanks I'll see ya later tonight….uh-huh...I'm just glad it is still on…yeah be there before midnight…kk…love ya…fine bye." She then hung up her phone and went to her closet to make sure her bag was packed and ready.
After she checked and doubled checked everything in her bag was there she went back to her computer and finished typing her report for chemistry. She then got to work on next month's assignment that she had been informed about over the phone, Poisons and their effects along with their cures and what medical attention is need. Yeah the Chemistry teacher is amazing.
After doing three and half pages she looked at her clock, 6:00. She got her school stuff together and put it into her closet next to her bag. The blue eyed girl then ran down stairs, golden hair following her like a shadow that never leaves, and she starts to clean the living room as well as making dinner. Today is old fashion sloppy Joe with steamed vegetables on the side.
As soon as she finished setting the table and got drinks ready, her father walked through the door. A tall lean man with brown hair and darkened blue eyes that have no more light or life left in them. He clumsily took of his shoes and jacket and through them on the floor.
Storm hurried and picked them up, putting the jacket on the rack and the shoes beside the door neatly. She quickly followed the drunken man to the kitchen and slid his chair out as he stumbles into it and slumps in the chair and also sliding the chair into the table. She sat in the chair across from the man that seems so foreign yet so well known to her. This man is not my father, this man is not my father, she told herself every night and every second she was with this stranger.
"How was work today father, did you find anything interesting?" Storm asked her father, the sad truth of it is she is related to him, this man is her father and she can't change that no matter what she does.
"It was same as always," the man's voice was rough and a little husky and thanks to all the alcohol his speech is slurred. Storm has to strain just to understand him.
Strom can still remember when her mother ,and the boy that was closest to heart, was still around. Dinner back then was pleasant and fun, everyone had an exciting story to tell about their day. Her dad works as one of the people who pickes up dead animal bodies off the side of the road or in ditches. He always told them of what he found or if he could bring back teeth, or skulls. One time he even brought back a whole skeleton of a raccoon.
Their mother always told them of the latest tragedies, or adventures that had to do with extreme weather. Like people getting lost in the snow, or being stuck outside in a blizzard, being picked up by a tornado, or drowned by a tsunami. She even told them how this old man got hit in the head by hell the size of golf balls! This probably seems like a horrible thing but it would always bring more excitement to the dinner table and make the family laugh.
Those were fun times, but now she sits in quite watching her father, hoping that he will snap out of it and tell her about all the dead animals again, tell her of the fun he had and how sorry he is for acting like such a child. But that will never happen; it is only wishful thinking, a dream that can't come true. No matter how many times she wishes on that star. It's like her mother; she will never return to her baby girl and hug her again. The only difference between Storm and her father is Storm has learned to deal with the truth and has moved on.
When they finished eating Storm took the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. She watches as her dad clumsily walks to the couch and falls asleep without a 'goodnight' or an 'I love you'.
The blonde girl lifts her father's head and puts a pillow under it and coverers him up with his favorite blanket. She goes to the kitchen and gets a water bottle out of the fridge, she sits it on the table next to a Bloody Marry, an aspirin, and a note that says "only chose one".
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With that she leaves to get her purple jacket with cat ears on it and her black ten-a-shoes, when she grabs them she creeps quietly up the stairs, making sure not to make any loud noise and silently goes into her room. She went straight to her charging cell phone and took of the charger, sticks it into her pocket, grabs her charger and goes to the closet to put it into her bag.
After she is ready she takes her two bags and opens her window, before she jumps out she checks her neck to make sure her necklace is still there. The necklace has two hands holding each other and on the back says "always together, always the same, always there for each other." Also the house key is on it. She carefully gets on the edge on the widow, she presses her body close then with a deep breath she jumps out into a nearby tree and climbs the rest of the way down. As soon as her feet hits the soft grass below she takes off running, as fast as she possibly can. She runs to the stop sign, takes a left, then went down five houses, there in front of a small, one story, red house was a red haired girl in dog pajama pants and a "I have no strings" tank top, sitting bored-ly on the porch of the house while waiting for a certain blonde friend that she actually cares a lot for.
"Hey Emerald, how is my favorite friend!" Storm smiles brightly with a small laugh.
"I'm your only friend," she says with a stoic face as she stands up. "Come on then. Let's get out of the cold." The brown eyed girl smiles lightly and the two close friends walk side by side into the small, homey house.
Inside, the living room walls are green with family pictures hanging up and hard wood flooring. In the center of the far end of the wall is a fire place with flames jumping around in a weird exotic dance that only the flames know and only a few can see. There is a red carpet in front of it with a back lab sleeping peacefully upon it, clearly enjoying the heat from the fire place and happy that it doesn't have to be outside, beside the dog is a rocking chair with an old man in it. There is a door frame without a door leading from the living quarters in to the small kitchen that is on the other side. In the kitchen is a table that sits four, black and white checker tile covered the floor. There are cabinets that line the wall along with an oven and microwave, a fridge is the closest thing to the open door frame.
If you go further down the hall there is a door on the left that belongs to Emerald on the right is her grandpa's room and beside his room is an opening where the dryer and washer are. Between the living room and Emerald's room is a closet. A bathroom is in Emerald's room and there is one beside her grandpa's room.
Storm took of her ten-a-shoes and set them by the door and put her jacket on the rack. They walked into the living room and Strom petted the blind Lab's head. It lifted its head to look at storm with its pale brown eyes, storm smiled even tho he could not see it. "Hey Fortune, how are you?" she asked the dog.
"roof" the old black dog barked. Its bark is rough but still strong.
"Thanks for letting me stay over Gramps," Storm tells the old man, Gramps doesn't like being called mister or anything like that he prefers it when everyone refers to him as Gramps or Grandpa. Storm doesn't have any grandparents so she is perfectly fine with it, and like any grandparent Gramps spoils both girls.
"No problem my dear," he says in his sweet old voice. His voice is gruff from age. Gramps knows all about what Storm has been through with her family and he is the only person beside Emerald that does-and will ever know about her past…or that is just what she hopes. "Now then I believe it is time for bed, so both of you go to your room and go to bed." He said with a smile and stood up to go to bed as well, Fortune followed close behind. Somehow that dog knows where everything is and knows what's happening even tho his eyes only see a dark abyss like they have for many years.
Storm and Emerald yawned and went to Emerald's room and sat on the bed. "Next week is.." Emerald's soft voice told Storm but she didn't have to finish for the young blonde to know what she was saying. "Do you want me to come with you?" the red head's shoulder length hair following her head as she turns to look at her blonde friend. Her hair has a jagged cut to it. Deep, understanding brown eyes that always seem to comfort, and are always beside the blue eyes that mask its true feelings with a smile, stared at the blonde girl.
Storm took a deep breath and answers her friend with a sigh "I think it is time I went by myself. I need to say something's that was left unsaid and I need to learn to deal with it on my own," the blonde looks to her red head friend with a confident smile.
Emerald sends her friend a loving smile and nods lightly in understanding, Storm turns off the lights and the two went to sleep, hoping tomorrow will be better.
_With some other people_
"I'm only saying it will be a fun game to mess with their heads Kabuto," a tall pale man with purple face paint told a little bit smaller boy with dark black hair and glasses.
"Yes sir," said the quitter and probably smarter one of the two. He pushes up his glasses then takes them off and sat them on the bedside table.
Both the boys lay in Kabuto's bed. "Orochimaru it is best we go to sleep now." Said the obviously smarter one.
"Yesss" hissed the pale teen, who seemingly has a snake fetish because he has a little snake plushy… how weird.
_even more different people_
"Sasori-no-donna stop un!" a blonde weld at the red head as he was pounded up on by four people, let's just say a pillow attack went a little out of hand.
The entire Akatsuki was at Pein's house sleeping over or I mean having a meeting. Even Konan snuck out to join the fun!
"We are here to discuss those two girls NOT beat up Deidara with pillows!" A very ticked off, yet slightly amused, Pein says with his voice raised. Pain cleared his throat and everyone stops what they are doing to listen to him "Now then, I wish to know anything about them as possible so if anyone here has the tiniest piece of info please inform the rest of us now" he said clasping his hands and laying them on his desk that was in his room.
"They don't really care about us and Hidan annoys the blonde, un" Deidara told the group helpfully.
"The Blonde's name is Storm Rider; the Red hair girl is Emerald Hunter. Storm is very protective of her Emerald. Storm also gets into a lot of fights tho she rarely sticks around to throw a punch. Emerald is smarter and likes to think and keep both their grades up in hope of a better future for them both," Zetzu told them.
"Anything else?" Pain asked knowing all too well that Zetsu will most likely be the only one with helpful information.
"Storm moved here in 1st grade with her family, she and Emerald have been inseparable ever since they met. Emerald's Parents have been In Alaska for two years now and she lives with her Grandpa" Itachi told Pain "Not much is known about Storm only that she was in a mysterious accident with a drunk driver were she lost her mother and some other boy they could not identify."
"I see, well then let's try and find more out on them." Pain said in a high authority voice.
"Loosen up a little," Konan said hitting the pierced man in the face with a pillow. His orange hair went on end with rage but to the surprise everyone, but Konan, he laughed and attacked her with a pillow he was hiding under his desk. The rest of the night was filled with fighting, gaming, reading, and sweet dreams. But no one was expecting what happened the next day!
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