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Chapter 4

Konohamaru's POV

Did she JUST SAY SoRrY?!?!?! Who is this, and what did she do to the girl that I knew, and despised? I was driven out of my thoughts with an annoyed push.

"Are you coming?" She looked at me from about 3 feet away, with her arms on her hips, and she was looking at me expectantly. Her hair was swaying slightly in the school's draft.

"Uhhh…" Guess who's wonderfully complex answer that was?

She shook her head in disappointment, turned on her heel and left down the hallway.

Okay. What just happened? Recap: I just froze while looking at her. I was admiring how pretty she was. I must be ill. CALL A DOCTOR!!!

She suddenly turned around and looked at me questionably.

"Why would we do that?"

"Did I just say that out loud?"

"No I'm telepathic. Beware the telepathic powers of hearing."

"Haha. Very amusing." I was particularly proud of my use of amusing.

"Oh my god! You just used your first word that's bigger then two syllables! Congratulations!" She rolled her eyes, and continued down the hallway.

After about four minutes, we had made the trek across the entire school. She walked confidently into the classroom, I dawdled outside.

"Hurry up, slacker!" Temari's voice shot through the air. No more time for dawdling. I pratically ran into the classroom.

Naya's soft, respectful voice rang through the air in the classroom.

"Sit." She pointed slightly toward a chair in the front row. I sat. She sat at the chair next to me. While I was in the hallway, she must have gotten my portfolio for this class. I'm doomed.

"Do you know what this is? It's proof of your incredible talent of slacking. I was flipping through here, I saw one thing. It was that you have NEVER gotten an A. So today we're going to work on all the things that you had trouble with."

"Have you ever tried taking your hair out of pigtails? I think it would look better." Even I have to admit that my statement, if it was called 'out there', it would be an understatement. But someone needed to say it.

"What? Do you know how off topic that is?"

"I'm serious." She sighed

"'Fine." She tugged at the elastics confining her hair. Finally, she got both of them out and her hair cascaded around her shoulders in soft waves. Temari was watching from a distance away.

"Will you focus now? Or do I have to remind you that we are in a room full of pointy objects that were made for harming people?" Her tone was skeptical and crude. She wasn't kidding.

The rest of the day went on simply. She helped me with all of the stuff I had trouble with. And as hard as it is to say this, I actually learned something. So, to fix that, I have to annoy her to tears on the way over to her house.

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"How about now?"

"Still, no."

"What ab-"

"Will you shut the hell up?!?"

I stared at her numbly. I have never seen Naya get impatient with someone. She was always calm, cool, and collected, like her father. Actually, she was just like him. Her hair was navy blue, and her eyes a deep shadow. She walked proudly, with elegance and grace that no one else could muster. (A cookie goes to the first person who can review or PM me with the answer!!!)

Now she was more vulnerable than anyone else I have ever seen. She was slumped against the window from her outburst. She was hunched over and shaking. Wait-shaking? Then I heard it, a soft sob coming from her side of the car.

"Naya?" I questioned softly.

I got no reply, so I unbuckled and moved to the seat immediately next to her, and re-buckled. I tilted my head to the side in confusion.

"Naya?" I whispered softly once more. She then sniffed, and answered weakly.

"Yes?" I gave her no reply, but simply brought my hand to her back, and rubbed her back in small circles. She flinched at the first contact, but then relaxed slightly into my hand.

If someone were to ask me why I did what I did, I couldn't tell them. I comforted Naya because it felt right, and it hurt me somewhere to see her suffer. I knew that there was something under the surface that hurt her, but somehow, I wanted to make it okay again.

Okay, I seriously must be sick.

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