Author's Note: For some reason, I felt guilty. This was supposed to be a oneshot, but I'm easy to push around that way… And I'm not planning on Updating Valentine's Day anytime soon, peoples! ONESHOT! STANDALONE! ONE CHAPTER! This was supposed to be like that, but when I see so many alerts on my oneshots, I'm like…oh noes…there goes some more innocent folks or some people who really know how to take charge of guilt.
If you guys like this, really, really like this, I suppose I'll try to update, lol… But then again, I already have about, what? One, two, three…FIVE major stories to update? Damn, I suck. I keep on updating, and well, oh well…
This little chappie's for you both, inoshika and Rebellia for both reviewing, but mostly for Rebellia because of that alert and review…lol…I'll try finishing it up, but only if I can get reviews that give me inspiration!
Put in a different view from last chapter, so it might be a lot easier to follow...
What format did you like better?
The Day I Was Born Pt2
By: biacebaolck
Today was a normal day for Team 7.
To sum up what happened in one little paragraph and to not bore you to death, here's what happened:
1, Kakashi came late… (AGAIN?!)
2, Sakura and Naruto both let him have it… (Sakura-chan first, of course! I, Uzumaki Naruto, will come after my beloved Sakura-chan!)
3, And right now, Naruto's still letting him have it. (TEN MINUTES AND COUNTING!)
"HOW LONG DID IT TAKE YOU?!" Naruto was screaming at the top of his lungs to Kakashi who really couldn't care less except for the fact that his eardrums were about to burst into a million little pieces that Kakashi fangirls would be picking up in groups and annoying ones who try to rip his clothes off, especially his mask. Yup, couldn't care less. "HOW LONG DID IT TAKE YOU TO CROSS A ONE MILE, ONE WAY ROAD?!"
"Shut up, dobe." Sasuke growled, but he too was irked at Kakashi. Only slightly. After all, he was an Uchiha. He had a reputation to maintain. Plus, if he acted angry, then the fangirls would think he was human, and acting human was a taboo when many fangirls followed you home from your missions everyday. Creepy.
"NARUTO, SHUT UP!" Sakura hit him, but that only made Naruto whimper, clutching his head soundly.
"But Sakura…cha…n." He trailed off when he realized she wasn't paying attention to him. Damn. Well, he'd think of something. "Hey! Sasuke-teme! ME! YOU! Battle for Sakura-chan's heart!"
"What are you talking about, dob—" Sasuke began, truly irked. He didn't care about Sakura. Was Naruto that stupi—oh, right, he was.
"HA!" Naruto, full healed from Sakura's punch, pointed an accusing finger at Sasuke. Sasuke longed to burn that finger…oh, yes, burn it with that fire jutsu he had learned from his father before the entire clan was wiped out by his oh-so-psychotic brother who surprisingly still had more fangirls than him who were in the same village as him, that still chased him for some reason. "CHICKEN-BUTT HEADED TEME IS SCA-ARED!"
"Naruto, SHUT UP!" Sakura roared, but Naruto only continued to taunt Sasuke.
"Oh, are you scared, are you, you big fat chicken, you!" Naruto proceeded to turn around and whap his butt at Sasuke. "HA! Big butt's sca-ared! Big butt's—"
Sasuke snapped.
"CHIDORIIIIIIIIIII!"
"HEY! WAIT A SECOND! YOU AREN'T—YOU HAVEN'T LEARNED THAT YET!"
"…"
"…uh, Sasuke? Why've…hey… What're you—"
"A THOUSAND KUNAI OF DEATH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
Yup. A normal day for Team 7, MINUS the Chidori part. That was created just to add humour.
And so is me talking to you. Imagine, the Narrator talking to YOU! Ha! A laugh, right?
…stop throwing those tomatoes, people! I'm going, I'm doing my job, PLEASE STOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!
Thanks.
Oh, and yeah, that day, Naruto came back to his apartment, his kunai wounds having already been healed and the kunai thrown back at Sasuke who was, of course, such a genius he caught them all with only fifty-nine wounds from them. Most of his wounds still on, about, uhm… 99.9999999999999999999 percent of it belonging to Sakura… They hurt like crazy.
Yup.
"DAMN!" Naruto howled to no one in particular as he threw open his apartment door, the lock having rusted ages ago and broke, the only way to get inside the apartment was apparently, you had to have Naruto's temper and precise amount of power put behind that force if you didn't want to break the door and if you wanted to get it open in the first place.
Kicking off his shoes at the doorway and leaving his door open, he would get it closed later, though, it wasn't like anything worth stealing was in the place… He made his way to the small couch, throwing his jacket aside and grumbling, letting himself fall back, in a kinda slouchy position on the couch, taking up the whole seating allowance.
"I hateSasuke-teme I hate Kakashi-sensei I hate Sakura-ch—" So caught up his frustration, he nearly said that he hated the girl he tried to love everyday, despite the fact that she was that Sasuke-teme's brainwashed by too much TV and shoujo manga follower. "…" After a long while of silently hurting himself painfully and punishing him in his mind, Naruto gave a sigh and ruined his spine worse by slouching worse sideways.
"I wish…"
He stared up at the ceiling.
"I wish SOMEONE liked me…"
It was a long time before he moved again, leaping off the couch and landed with a hard THU-UMP on the badly-scratched-through-the-years hardwood floor that shook the entire floor in the apartment and maybe the entire floor on his level.
Silently, Naruto counted…
…1…
2…
3…
4…
…5—
"HEY, BRAT, KEEP IT DOWN UP THERE!" His neighbour downstairs howled, as well as the yelling of curses about the stupid demon living above him. The fat man downstairs didn't mention the fact that the rent was about 99 percent off, just because Naruto lived RIGHT upstairs above him. The same thing went for the other apartments on the same level as the blond's and the one apartment diagonal down from his.
Naruto's apartment was like this.
You ran up the four flights of stairs until you reached the top level, then you walked all the way to the other side of that level, looked left, you would see a nice view of Konoha as the whole building was built on a slightly higher foundation, and to the right, you would see a badly, mistreated door, the other doors on the level looking quite lovely in comparison, even though they were only the rank of a 2 star motel.
Back to Naruto and the fat man that lived downstairs, alright?
"…" Naruto just folded his arms, staring at the floor a few inches away from where his bare feet were on the floor. A slight twitching of the corners of his lips was barely evident. After a while, Mr. Toshiro stopped yelling, and he must've went back to sit his fat behind on the squished couch in front of the TV and watch stupid shows that were totally fake.
Naruto hated TV.
…after all…
Those action movies and flicks that every villager and non-ninja said were 'AWESOME' and 'TEH PWNS', and all that?
…
After all, being a ninja…it was downright boring.
You stared at bloody gory stuff that absolutely screamed, "KETCHUP-THICK LIQUIDED BLOOD THAT ABSOLUTELY MUST BE KETCHUP THICKENED UP AND COMBINED WITH THE STUFF AND COLOUR THEY MAKE RED LIPSTICK FROM!"
Sorry about that—
Naruto bent his knees and crouched down real low.
Before jumping up, not as tall as the ceiling, even though he could've broken through it easily—it dripped during heavy rain storms sometimes and Naruto had to refix it with spare planks of rotten wood thrown out by the other villagers because: a) he was far too lazy to waste his money and buy the stuff; b) they wouldn't let him in the store; c) and someone always removed the wood for some reason…
Anyway, he jumped up and crashed down onto the floor, softening his landing slightly so he wouldn't crash right through it—after all, it was pretty bad quality wood that someone had obviously thrown out but the owners of this building took and just gave it to the construction workers to pin down as well.
Though, the noise was pretty loud.
And Mr. Toshiro taught the whole building about a million new curses, banshee shrieks and swear words. Oh yeah, he also taught the whole neighbourhood within a 50-mile radius.
"YOU DAMN BRAT YOU SHOULD F(CENSORED) YOU S(CENSORED) PR(CENSORED) (CENSORED CENSORED CENSORED CENSORED)!!!!!" He screamed from downstairs.
"OH YEAH?!" Naruto hollered back at the floor. "SHUT UP! TRY AND RUN AND CATCH ME, FATTY!"
…
"I DON'T CARE WHAT THE LORD HOKAGE'S LAW WAS! I'll KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLL YOU AND IF I FAIL, I'M MOVING!!"
And that is how the fifty-ninth guy left the building for good and another poor sucker moved in under Naruto.
Naruto sighed as he watched Mr. Toshiro move away with his stuff, leaning against the railing, arms folded on top. That guy had stayed the longest and he'd miss that man. After all, Mr. Toshiro had been the first to stay a full year and a half living under him.
'NOW what am I going to do to get stress out?' He thought, at 'HIS CORNER' of the rail bar, as the other tenants preferred to call it, though they didn't touch any place on the rail that Naruto had touched. It 'reeked of demon' as they put it. "Ah well…" He murmured softly, lowering his upper body so that he was just hanging onto the railing by his folded arms and the lower half of his face nestled softly into the crook created somewhere in the gaps between his two folded arms.
Finally, after a long while, the wind tussling at and playing with his hair, Naruto sighed softly before murmuring…
"…was being a prankster all I was supposed to do on the day I was born?"
Hinata wasn't having too much luck herself.
Missions with Team 8 was as uneventiful as ever, as everyone got along well in the group, despite the friction between everyone else on different teams. Hinata barely got to do anything except check out everywhere with her Byakugan. The old man they were supposed to be protecting on the escort to a neighbouring village (with NO shinobi), turned out to be an even better fighter than her.
Not that she'd ever know.
Kiba, Akamaru, Kurenai and Shino hadn't let her even take a little hit or risk of getting hurt.
Mostly Kiba and Shino.
She hadn't felt so upset in a long time as she walked back home, feeling slightly disappointed.
She bumped into someone, who glowered, "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" Realizing it was Naruto, she worried for him, not feeling insulted at all as others would've felt. She felt sorry for him. Hinata wondered what got him so upset?
After watching him for a while, grumbling curses and kicking at defenseless cans and rocks on the road at Kami-sama, Hinata watched him round the corner, before spotting his upset and ready-to-cry-I-hate-everyone look.
She wished there was something she could do, but upon realizing it was him, she had turned a deep scarlet, her throat had closed, stopping her from speaking and she could only watch in rabid silence as he left. Her throat opened again and she breathed heavily for some reason.
"…Naruto…kun?" She whispered.
Only the blowing wind answered her, gently tossing her short boy's hair's bangs about before leaving her to follow behind Naruto.
Hinata wandered back home, and quietly made her way back to her room, having removed her sandals at the entrance of the Hyuuga household. She was getting quite good at it and she managed to spot Hanabi and her father training without them noticing. Sadly, a pang of hurt attacking her heart, she wondered…was all she was born to do…
The day she was born…was it just to watch her crush walk away and fall in love with someone else…?
…or…
…was it to watch her little sister grow stronger than her…?
…or…
…was it for her to get ridiculed by the father she had loved dearly as a child?
Hinata wasn't so sure…but she scarcely cared anymore.
Falling forward on her bed, not even bothering to remove the clothing that had only been dirtied by the cloudy dirt from the dirt road they had walked upon and nothing else, not blood, not battle damage… Falling forward onto her bed, face first, head tilted slightly to the side so that her right cheek rested against the soft sheets of her bed as she stared out of the window from which light streamed in from…Hinata whispered to only herself and no one else…
…
"Will anyone care about me?"