Back agaiiiin for chapter two even through until sasuke appears I think this is going to be crappy fanfic…TT-TT
Naru: you fail as a writer kyu….faaaaiillll
Me: SHUT UP! DX –runs to my room-
Sasu….great she forgot the disclaimer…
Naru: I'll do it! Kyu-chama owns NOTHING! If she did then….I have no idea what would happen…
Sasu: -smirks- I think I do...
Naru: o_O huh..?
Deidara: ON TO THE STORY UN!
Warning: OOCness, future shounen-ai
Truth or ScArE?
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---Still in Naru's POV---don't worry I change it to third person or whatever it's called soon---
The official welcome sign to my town should read "Welcome to Konoha-bigger than a cave, but small enough to feel claustrophobic!"
A population of OVER 9,000…okay sorry about that but, of 9,000 look-alikes, a weather forecast that's perfectly miserable all year-sunny-fenced in cookie-cutter houses, and sprawling farmland-that's Konoha. The 8:10 freight train that runs through town separates the wrong side of the tracks from the right side, the cornfields from the golf course, and the tractors from the golf carts. I think the town has it backwards. How can land that grows corn and wheat be worth less than land filled with sand traps?
The hundred year old courthouse sits on the town square. I haven't gotten in enough trouble to get sent there…YET. Boutiques, a travel agent, a computer store, a florist, and a second run movie theater all sit happily around the square. I wish our house could lie on the railroad tracks, on wheels, and carry us out of town, but we're on the right side near the country club. Konoha. The only exciting place is an abandoned mansion an exiled baroness built on the Uchiha estate, where she died in isolation.
I have only one friend in Konoha-a farm boy artist, Deidara, who is more unpopular than I am. I was in third grade when I officially meet him. Sitting on the school steps waiting for my mom to pick me up, late as usual mind you now that she was trying to be a Corporate Cathy, I noticed an impish boy cowering at the bottom of the steps, crying like a baby. He didn't have any friends, since he was shy and lived on the east side of the tracks. He was one of the few farm kids in out class and sat two rows behind me in class.
----FlAsHbAcK----normal POV----
"What's wrong?" Naruto asked feeling sorry for him.
"My mom forgot me un!" he hollered, his hands covering his pathetic wet face.
"No, she didn't," Naruto consoled.
"She's never this late un!" he cried.
"Maybe she's stuck in traffic."
"You think so un..?"
"Sure! Or maybe she got a call from one of those nosey sales people who always ask, 'Is your mother home' "?
"Really un?"
"Happens all the time. Or maybe sea had to stop for snacks, and there was a long line at 7-eleven."
"Would she do that un?"
"Why not, you have to eat, don't you? So never fear. She'll be here."
And sure enough, a blue pickup drove up with an apologetic mom and a friendly, fluffy sheep dog.
"My mom says you can come over Saturday if it's okay with your parents un," Deidara, said running back to me.
------End flashback------
No one had ever invited me to their houses before, I wasn't shy like Deidara but I was just as unpopular. I was always later for school because I overslept; I wore sunglasses in class and I had an opinions, atypical in Konoha.
Deidara had a backyard as big as Transylvania-a great place to hide and play monsters and eat all the fresh apples a growling third-grade stomach could hold. Naruto was the only kid in class who didn't beat him up, exclude him, or call him names, and he even kicked anyone who tried. Deidara was his three-dimensional shadow. Naruto was his best friend and bodyguard. And still is.
When Naruto wasn't playing with Deidara, he spent his time applying black eyeliner and nail polish, scuffing his already worn combat boots, and burying his head behind Anne Rice novels. He was eleven when his family went to New Orleans for vacation. Kushina and Minato wanted to play blackjack at a casino. Konohamaru wanted to go to the aquarium. But Naruto knew where he was going: He wanted to visit the house of Anne Rice's birth, the historical homes she had restored, and the mansion she now called home.
Naruto stood mesmerized outside its iron gate, a Gothic mega-mansion, Kushina his uninvited chaperone by his side. He could sense ravens flying overhead, even though there probably weren't any. It was a shame he hadn't come at midnight-it would have been much more beautiful. Several girls and boys who looked just like him stood across the street, taking pictures. He wanted to rush over and say "Be my friends. We can tour the cemetery together!" It was the first time in his life he felt like he belonged. Naruto was in the city where they stacked coffins on top of one another so you can see them, instead of burying them deep within the earth. There were college guys with two-toned spiky green hair. Funky people were everywhere, except on Bourbon Street, where the tourist looked like they had flown right out of Konoha. Suddenly a limousine pulled around the corner. The blackest limo Naruto had ever seen. The driver, complete with a chauffeur's hat, opened the door and she stepped out!
Naruto freaked and watched motionlessly, like time was standing still. Right before his eyes was his idol off all living idols, Anne Rice!
She glowed like a movie star, a Gothic angel, a heavenly creature. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders and glistened; she wore a golden head ban, a long flowing silky skirt, and a fabulous vampirish, dark cloak. Naruto was speechless. He thought he might go into shock. Fortunately his mom's never speechless.
"Could my son please have your autograph?"
"Sure" the queen of nocturnal adventures sweetly replied. Naruto walked towards her, as if his marshmallow legs would melt under the sun at any moment.
After she signed a yellow Post-it note his mom found inside her purse, he and the gothic starlet
were standing beside each other, smiling, her arm around his waist.
Anne Rice had agreed to take a picture with him!
Naruto had never smiled like that in his entire life. She probably smiled like she'd smiled a million times before. A moment she'll never remember, a moment he'll never forget.
Why didn't he tell her how much he loved her books? Why didn't he tell her how much she meant to him? That he thought she had a handle on things like no one else did?
Naruto screamed with excitement for the rest of the day, reenacting the scene over and over for his older brother and Konohamaru at their antique filled, pastel-pink bed and breakfast. It was their first day in New Orleans and, he was ready to go home. Who cared about a stupid aquarium the French Quarter, blues bands, and Mardi gras beads when he'd just seen a vampire angel?
Naruto waited all day to get the film developed, only to find out that the pictures of him and Anne Rice didn't come out. Sullen, he retreated back to the hotel with Kushina. Despite the fact that he and she appeared in the photos separately, could it be possible that the combination of the two vampire-lovers couldn't be captured on film? Or rather it was just a reminder that she was a brilliant best selling writer, and he was a screamy, dreamy child going through a dark phase. Or maybe it was that his mom was a lousy photographer.
DONE YET AGAIN! YAY! Now anyways I got my first two comments so im happy! =3 so thanks to ninjaeris13 and atemswitetigermew!!