My Life, Neji, and Other Time Consuming Tings
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Kishi, you, and I both know that. But i do own this plot.
A/N: This chapter took a while to be written. I was a bit busy with midterms, English Regents, and some family issues. But I hope this chapter is okay. It was fun to write, so I hope you guys enjoy it.
The next chapter should help explain some things ^__^
Summary: I smile. What a strange guy. "Hey Hun, You tryin to save this damsel in distress?" I laugh pointing to myself. "Well that's too bad Hun, didn't you know?" I turn away smiling. "I'm completely unsavable" I dive into the darkness without a second glance. NejiTen
My "gifts" are not what you think
Without them, I'm not all that special
I don't fly, have laser vision, or even a cool superhero name
I don't save people from burning buildings, save kittens from trees, or capture bad guys
I, myself, am not bad but I have to wonder....
When I tell you what my gifts are, will you be frightened?
Well, I can't help what people think
I'm harmless, really, unless there's something you don't want seen
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...
Because all I can do is see
"Ah, so sorry for all this. These type of things don't usually happen...very often. She's quite responsible normally..."
"...Of course."
Awkward silence.
"Gomen-ne, the President is a bit...unconventional. She is supposed to be here yet, we can't find her." The first year messenger, a girl named Matsuri, bows her head in embarrassment as the treasurer, a second year, casts her a weary glance. Matsuri knows its her job, as the secretary, to find the President at all times because well with Tenten-san...she's needs to have tabs kept on her. She also can't help casting short glances at the new transfer student. He's very handsome. Certainly he will be quite popular with the female population at this school. That may be a problem for him. When he catches Matsuri looking at him, he smiles and chuckles. She quickly turns away at being caught. She soon finds the opposite wall to be very interesting and worth her attention.
As five minutes pass there is still no sign of her. The two student council members sigh as if already used to the disappearing act of the President. She is the one who is supposed to show the new student around campus, especially since he is to be in her class!
Awkward silence quickly captures the three of them, as if a quick wisp of air seized their conversational skills. On a normal day, usually, these two officers are quite talkative and cheerful, but a certain Student Council President has put a damper on their bright attitude.
They both think simultaneously with a tired expression, "Why is the President like this?"
The three of them stand in the hallway outside the Student Council Room door, just down the hall to the right of her homeroom, hoping with much effort, a certain Brown haired President will return to the room to fulfill her duties.
A sudden motion of the Student Council Room door causes the two officers to jump in surprise. Behind the door a red-headed boy, a third year, comes out looking disheveled and annoyed. The older boy is tall, very tall, has beautiful green eyes, and a love tattoo on his forehead. His long arms and legs fill out the uniform with manly decor. He is handsome in all ways except his nonchalant and sometimes scary expressions. Said boy brushes off his slightly dusty appearance as he closes the door behind him.
He has not noticed the three people watching him curiously as he locks the door, well, at least he doesn't seem like he does. Before he turns around he asks with a sigh, "She hasn't come back yet, then?" Matsuri blinks and blushes as she looks down at her feet when the older boy looks at he expectantly. Rolling his eyes, he looks to the treasurer for an answer.
"Ah, no Vice President. We've told her from this morning at the gathering in the courtyard that he would be here within 30 minutes of our meeting." He shrugs as he continues the explanation, "She seemed a bit off this morning, we were kind of worried. We told her to go eat something because she was looking pale, and to go have a quick nap. She seemed to understand our concern, you know how she is, but insisted on preparing for his arrival since you left early for your test." He smiled warmly at the memory, "She knew you'd do well as always but wanted to make sure you had enough time to get to your test and finish. She wouldn't have us help since Matsuri and I have clean up in the yard at this lunch. So she, perhaps thinking it to be sly, suggested we wait at the gate to welcome him. She left after a stern order to 'stay here and wait for his arrival' and a quick wave."
Looking bored but eyes betraying a momentary hint of warmth before quickly dissolving, the Vice President replies, "I only asked if she came back yet." He dismisses the slight chuckle from the younger boy as he turns away from him to acknowledge the transfer student, who seemd to be thinking intently about something. The older boy takes notice of the transfer student's gloved hands, and becomes aware at how familiar they seem. He extends his hand to the transfer student, "I am Sabuku no Gaara, Vice President of the Student Council. My greetings and congratulations on transferring to our school. Please excuse the absence of the President. She is quite capable of her position but tends to...get involved with other matters at an inconvenienced time. If you would not mind, on her behalf, I could give you the tour myself."
Taking the hand with a smile he replies, "Thank you. I don't mind at all. I'm--"
Boom, Bam, Bam, Crash!
All four heads quickly turn to direction of the sudden crash down the hall. People in their classrooms poke their heads out the screen doors and windows watching curiously. Furious screaming is now heard from the classroom 3C. "Get away from here! If we catch you first years anywhere near her or this classroom, we won't forgive you!" Crying can be heard as two first year girls scurry out of the classroom, and down the hall in tears.
Quickly recovering from the disturbance people near the scene walk away and people return their heads into their classrooms in whispers. Gaara immediately issues orders to the two younger officers before running in the direction of the earlier disturbance, "Start the tour from the courtyard with the transfer student. I'll meet you there. I need to check out the disturbance before it becomes an issue with the teachers. Excuse me." They nodd before he runs in the direction of the room. He thinks to himself as he runs, Isn't that Tenten-san's homeroom?
Two third year girls pass the Student Council in the hallway, absorbed in their conversation. "Oh my, those first years are so disrespectful." Whisper, whisper, whisper. "But did they really have to get that mad?" Whisper, whisper, whisper. "Well what did you expect? Those rumors about that class is true." Whisper, whisper, whisper. "Eh. What rumors?"
One girl looks at the other in exasperation, "You know, about them all being close childhood friends."
Gaara nears the class in a huff. He skids as he comes to the door to see the classroom in a mess. About four desks are upside down across the room, and chairs are scattered around the room as well. They look as though they were pushed or shoved. He thinks surely to himself, That was the source of the noise, as he does a quick observation of any damage to the school property. He looks at the faces of the students and raises a concerned eyebrow in question.
The faces of most of the students are unreadable. Except Nara Shikamaru, who sits on a desk one knee up casually and the other crossing under it, he gazes out the window at the clouds. But an emotion close to anger seems to overtake his usually lazy eyes. The girls are standing in the middle of the classroom, fists clenched, and some of the guys are seated on the sides while some stand behind the girls. Their gazes are fixated on the floor, heads and eyes bowed. None of them seem to notice his presence as a violet haired girl in the corner begins to cry. She begins to whimper saying over and over, "They don't understand. So terrible. What if she heard them..." The girls seemingly snap out of the trance first and silently look over at each other as if checking for casualties, then walk over to comfort the girl in the corner. The guys too, have snapped out of their trance and leave the girls, some of whom themselves started shedding small tears, to take care of the girl in the corner who is known to be Hinata.
Gaara now seeing the chance, as it seems things have begun to calm down, asks, "Are you guys alright? There seems to be no real damage here, but you need to get this room back in order before the end of the break." He looks around the room at the mess again and then to the faces of the students who have now realized his presence and look nervously at him but still in that odd mood. He sighs and runs a hand through his red hair. "Care to explain the disturbance?"
Silence.
"Anyone?"
More Silence.
He raises an eyebrow, waiting. Before he can ask again a lazy voice replies, "We're sorry about the mess and disturbance. No real damage done, so we'll clean up by the start of class. If any of the teachers ask, just say it was a minor female argument between the first and third years. Simple." Nara Shikamaru turns his head to Garaa and raises an eyebrow as if waiting for a rebuttal.
Frowning, clearly unsatisfied by the lack of information he asks in monotone, "That's all I'm getting when I cover for you guys?" He is met with more silence. After a moment he shakes his head, already tired of the situation and simply says, "Do as you wish, just clean it up. No more of whatever this was. Your all third years, its not like it'll be a big deal anyway," as he begins to walk out of the classroom. But suddenly he remembers something and turns to ask, "Where is Tenten-san?" As a response he gets a few shrugs. He sighs once more and proceeds to exit the room to carry out the rest of the tour for the transfer student.
When he leaves, the class settles into a quiet atmosphere, everyone lost in their own thoughts over what had happened. No longer crying, and no longer in trances, they all begin to clean up the classroom. When they finish they all sit at their desks in somber moods. Shikamaru, lying his head on the desk, calls out to them in understanding but scolds them all the same, "Don't you guys ever get angry like that again. I stood by this time only because this hasn't happened since middle school." He raises his head and looks pointedly at Ino and Sakura, "Yes those first years were out of line, but thats just it. They're first years and don't know any better." Sensing their oncoming retort he continues, "Not so long ago we all were like those first years. Impressionable, ignorant, and young." Now eyeing the rest of them, "We did just as awful things to her than talk behind her back, right? Now we know better after...all that's happened. We don't want to see her hurt anymore, so don't let her hear of this and stop getting so angry. Just be her friends." Now seeing changed expressions on his classmates, more positive and repentant, he settles back into his napping position, and allows a muttered "troublesome" to escape his lips.
The silence slowly fades as they all settle into an agreement to keep this incident from Tenten. A person, oblivious to the serious mood, adds, "Anyone else feeling terrible about what happened as kids? I'm remembering it again after what happened today. Wish we could take it back..." The room falls into an uncomfortable silence as they stare at the idiot who brought up such an unhappy memory. If looks could kill, that kid would be so far in the ground it would take a year to get him out. Sakura, the closest, hits him on the back of the head without hesitation. Everyone glances at the now unconscious boy and nervously chuckle, though still disturbed as they too had remembered the incident as kids, but too mature and perhaps guilty to bring it up.
The bell rings signaling the end of the break.
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