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I don't know how she isn't dead yet. I don't even see her for more than a second and somehow she puts herself in danger and nearly gets her face half amputated!
Haha, she should make your life interesting.
If interesting means tense and or frustrating then yes
It'll do you good to have a challenge. Keeping someone alive instead of the other way around will do your social skills wonders
My social skills are fine as they are
Nonexistent you mean?
Exactly
'Sigh' You have so far to go...for now just listen to the girl
Shukaku was right so I turned my attention back outwards to where Sakura was happily burbling on about her friends that she wanted me to meet.
"...and those are the girls. But the people I hang out the most with are my boys. You see I have my group of boys; Sasuke, Itachi, Naruto, Kiba and Deidara. Sasukes my locker partner and all the rest of them are like a whole group of really cool brothers. Those guys are one of the main reasons going to school is worthwhile." She directed her grin at me, "Did you have friends like that at your old school Gaara?"
I was a little taken aback, why the hell was she so friendly? What's wrong with her? I mean most people aren't so friendly or so eager to get to know people, especially me. Not that I've met many people personally but I've observed a lot of them on my missions and the people I have met have been to intimidated to talk to me much.. This girl is just so downright friendly it's weird.
I already knew an answer to her question though, I'd prepared one in advance. "I've never been to a school. I was sick a lot as a child and was quarantined most of the time."
"Oh," she said looking at me with wide sad eyes, "I'm sorry Gaara. When was it that you got well again?"
Wait, why did she look so sad?
"A few years ago," I figured I could fit in another lie or two in this conversation. "I lived in China with a few monks for about four years and they helped me regain my strength by teaching me things like meditation and martial arts." There, now I wouldn't have to make any awkward excuses later if anyone happened to notice my hand to hand combat skills.
"Really?" Her eyes filled with enthusiasm, "Will you teach me? I've always wanted to learn martial arts but I could never afford a class and some of my friends think I should do 'yoga' or something in order to 'center myself' cause I'm always too wound up so I'd love to learn meditation too." She paused mid babbling, "If that's ok with you I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to...um." She looked down, her cheeks pink.
What was she doing with her hands? I pointed to them, "Why are you doing that with your hands?"
"What? Oh you mean these?" There she went again doing that weird hand motion again. "Those are air quotes; you've never seen air quotes before?" I shook my head, "well I guess they are a little lame so try not to learn from my bad habits ok?" she blushed again and laughed at herself, totally at ease around me. Me, one the most experienced killers in all the dimensions; someone who most people instinctively avoid simply out of an inborn sense of self preservation, something this girl does not appear to have.
Like I said, weird.
"So," she said, "You didn't really answer my question Gaara, but that's ok though, I understand if you don't want to..."
Opps, in my puzzlement at her 'air quotes' and her all around oddness I'd totally forgotten that she's asked anything. "Maybe," I said, my face impassive. Better not to schedule anything yet, I needed time to map out the territory and memorize her habits but having that option could be beneficial in the future.
Content with my answer she stopped talking and leaned over her notebook. I glanced over at her and watched her absentmindedly making intricate swirling little doodles on the cover as she hummed to herself. She looked up at the door of the classroom and mused aloud, "The art teachers pretty late isn't he?"
I hadn't really thought about it before but she was right, class was supposed to have started about twenty minutes ago and there still was no sign of our teacher. I looked over at her "Who's supposed to be teaching this class anyway?
"A new teacher, I think his name is Mr. Hatake but I could be wrong."
I think I just twitched.
She can't be serious
I think she is
Him, here? That's not possible
I wouldn't be surprised
'moan...' It's gotta be him, the lateness is trademark Kakashi. If he's here I'm gonna throttle him
You know he was probably just worried about you, young pup that you are
I'll throttle him anyway
mhahaha
"Yo, Gaara? You in there?" I looked up to see a concerned Sakura waving a hand in front of my face.
"There you are," she smiled, "I thought I'd lost you."
"What do you want?" My voice came out in more of a growl than I'd meant it to.
"Oh, um nothing," her smile faded a little bit and I cringed inwardly in what I think was guilt, a very peculiar feeling and not one I'm very familiar with, why should I care if I hurt her feelings? "Well," she continued, "You just seemed a little out of it, but that's ok," she reassured, as if that might offend me or something, "I do that all the time."
I felt a strange desire to reassure her that I wasn't mad but I had no idea what to say to her.
"Hello students." I looked over to see a tall silver haired man stroll through the door and walk to the front of the classroom. "I am Mr. Kakashi Hatake, but I would prefer it if you called me Kakashi. I am your new art teacher but, unfortunately enough, I have never learned art myself, so," he looked around at the perplexed faces staring up at him and found my glare amidst the group. He smiled at me and continued, "I suppose we will all have to learn together, starting tomorrow. Today I want to hear what it is that you all want to be learning and what type of art projects you would like to do...."
I tuned him out and instead continued to glare up at him and imagine all the ways I could put him in pain. It would be difficult, seeing as he was my mentor and knew most of my tricks, but maybe if I was able to distract him by stealing the book hanging out of his pocket I would be able to do it...Hey!
I looked up from my plotting to see Sakura cheerfully dragging me out of my chair by my elbow. "Why are you touching me?" I rumbled at her,
She let go and stepped back some of the cheer gone from her eyes, man what was with this girl? She got hurt so easily!
"Well it's break and since we have a double art today I was wondering if you wanted to come meet some of my friends but if you want we can stay here...?" She looked up at me expectantly with shiny eager eyes.
I thought about it. I would have to talk to Kakashi-sensei sometime soon...but it could wait until lunch time... "Sure, let's go."
She cheered a little under her breath and clapped her hands before running out the classroom door. Before I could move she popped her head back around the corner and looked at me "You coming slowpoke?"
I just raised my eyebrows at her skeptically and followed her out.
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She chattered on happily all the way upstairs and through the hallways until we came to an emptier bit of space off by an elevator. As we walked I memorized the hallways she led me through and cataloged every face as it walked by. I was so intent on my task that when she let out a sudden squeal a wave of panic rushed over me and I whipped my head around to find her again.
When my eyes found her I saw her running up to a tall black haired young man who leaned down and spun her around in a hug.
"Sakura!" He set her down and looked down at her with a fond smile on his face, his arms still hanging around her waist "How was your weekend?"
"It was great Itachi! How was yours?"
I watched them chattering on and on with his arms still wrapped around her waist. When would he stop touching her? Are they mates or something? Not that I care but it's so awkward to watch!
You do realize you're so bothered because you do care, don't you?
I do not. I've just met this girl and I couldn't care less about her except that she is my charge and I must do what's best for her.
Then why do you feel like ripping that young man's arms off?
I don't
You can't lie to me when I can see your thoughts
I'm not lying
Liar
Shut up
"Gaara!" Sakura called my name. I looked up at her, a full fledged glare on my face which I directed at the boy holding her. He was now rubbing his hands up and down her back in a tender display. I felt my nails digging into my palms.
"Gaara," she said, stepping away from the boy and motioned towards him, "this is Itachi. Itachi." she looked up at him and indicated me, "this is Gaara. I'm showing him around Konoha today."
The person called Itachi waved at me, "Hey man, nice to meet ya." He stuck out a hand that I firmly ignored until he dropped it. He looked down at Sakura and then back at me with a skeptical look. She shrugged her shoulders. "Well," he said, "I gotta run so I'll catch up with ya later." He leaned down and gave Sakura another tender hug and then walked away with my eyes boring bloody holes in the back of his skull.
Unaware to my glare Sakura turned and walked up to a locker and yanked it open. I watched over her shoulder as she rummaged through a mound of binders and papers.
"So, Gaara, where's your locker?"
I shrugged
"Well," she said, trying to balance a pile of books on her knee, "does it say on your schedule?"
I hadn't looked yet so I pulled out the crumpled piece of paper from my pocket.
Name: Gaara Subaku
Grade: 11
Gender: M
Date of birth: 1/19/91
Locker Number 121 Combination: 9-20-2
Per 1: room# 143-Art- Hatake
Per 2: room# 254-Chemistry-Anko
Per 3: room# 232-P.E.-Gai
Per 4: room#144-Study Hall
Per 5: Lunch
Per 6: room# 257-History-Ibiki
Per 7: room# 236-Geometry-Iruka
Per 8: room# 224-Literature- Gekko
"So, what is it?" Sakura leaned in and tried to peer at the paper I was holding.
"121." I answered tersely, still a little ruffled by my reaction to that boy.
"Well," she said, putting her hands on her hips and looking around, "Those lockers over there are 200 lockers and mine is...", she turned, "Gasp! Gaara, look!"
I looked. There was locker 121...right next to her open locker, 120. Well, I had to give it to my mission coordinators, they were thorough.
"This is so great! We get to be locker neighbors and..." she looked at my emotionless face and stumbled at bit, "Well at least I think it's great anyways." She smiled again, "So, can I see your schedule?"
I handed the crumpled paper over to her and watched her scan it, and then scan it again.
"No. Way." She looked up at me, green eyes wide, "Gaara, you have every class with me. Man," she laughed and shook her head, "this is just a little weird."
Not weird, just thorough
I applaud their thoroughness (clanging clapping echoed in my head)
"Come on Gaara! We're gonna be late!"
I followed after the earnest girl and, when I was sure she wasn't looking, I let one corner of my mouth curl upwards.
I applaud their thoroughness too.
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