My Life, Neji, and Other Time Consuming Tings
By: Meee ~
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Kishi, you, and I both know that. But i do own this plot.
A/N: Hiiiii. It's been a long time, guys, so sorry. Senior year is no joke, and whoever said its a breeze is an idiot. Point blank. But hopefully you guys haven't lost all interest and patience. I hope you like this chapter~ Till next time!
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
Ever feel like the more you try to control something,
The more it seems to escape from your grasp?
I am no exemption from this
Just because I see better than others, I'm the worst off
The gifts make me special, but not immune
You relive your memories, take them in, and at your choosing can release them
I'm not so lucky
And the younger me at the time couldn't get past the frustration
To have them crush me with a single touch, sense, or reminder
That's why…things had to get worse before I could start anything
The fire blazed through the classroom, dancing along the walls. I covered my nose with my shirt as I ran through the halls of the second floor to my classroom. I tried the door but it burned my hands. I ran to an opened neighboring classroom to try and look over the fire to see if my class was still inside. Through the glass I could see the students inside screaming. My friends and teachers were all screaming at the top of their lungs as they caught on fire. I stared at the class in horror as I felt the tears run down my face. I looked left and right for help as I left the classroom and ran down the hall. But I noticed at once that no one was around. The fire swept across the hall and I cried so hard I was sure I couldn't hear anything. I watched as the fire spread around the whole school, burning in a brilliant sea of red destruction. A loose pillar from the school gave way next to me and I stared with tear stained eyes as it fell on top of me.
*GASP* I jolted back to consciousness with my hand against the wall in class. I looked up with tears flowing down my face. I got the attention of the class as they looked at me clearly startled. "Tenten-chan? Are you alright?" My teacher asked me worriedly as she ran to me grasping my face in her hands. Nomu got up from her chair and held me as I continued to cry harder. "Channie, what's wrong? Where does it hurt?" I desperately wanted to tell her I felt it all over, the flames and the weight of a burning pillar.
But all I could see was the flames of a fire I've never seen, and through the eyes of someone I didn't know.
*Gasp*
I awaken with a start
…I'm going to die. That's it. I've had just about enough.
I shift my body to my side feeling as though I'd been hit by a truck. No stupid, more like you'd just been squashed by a pillar of fire. My eyes still closed, I feel for the sheets and draw them around me tightly. I fight back a random shiver. Sigh. You know what? It's actually freezing in here. I feel an oncoming shatter of teeth. Jesus, it is cold. I take my hands, cross them over my body, and move them up and down my arms in a rapid motion.
WAIT. I freeze quickly. (No pun intended)
I stop the usually comforting motions to feel my arms. FABRIC. And not just any kind of fabric. School fabric. School blouse, polyester, uniform blouse. I open my eyes and sigh. Now I'm turning ever so slowly to my other side and grasping a fistful of sheets in my hands as I move.
My eyes are met with a white ones belonging to a young man in the chair across from me. We stare at each other for bit, my eyes quickly glossing over the room, and after about a minute, I'm turning away sighing again. I turn on my back and look up to the ceiling. I run a hand through my hair in silence. Christ. I'm in the infirmary. I recognize the ceiling's 579 white dots; it's a bit sad I know the exact count. Multiple visits to the infirmary can do that to you, you gain wonderful counting skills. I muse over this for a while until I'm ready to confront whatever is going on. No doubt I'm a part of this.
I sigh again and turn around to face the white eyes. Except instead of in his seat where I expect him, he's on my bed looking down at me with an expression of amusement and curiosity. I can feel my eyebrows furrow ever so slightly and I'm wondering whether this guy knows what personal space is. "Do you know you sigh an awful lot? How old are you?" He gets back into his seat with a slight smile.
Sighing on purpose this time, I sit up and lock a stray hair behind my ear. I feel a slight headache tugging at my head. I'm quicker though, as I get up and slip on the infirmary slippers beside my bed. I'm up and making my way to the medicine cabinet behind white eyes. He watches me intently as I dodge his long legs positioned in my way, deciding to hop over them undisturbed by the gesture. I reach the cabinet and in two seconds I have what I'm looking for: TYLENOL. Without a glance to the curious eyes on me I try to open them for a whole two minutes before I find myself running a hand through my hair in frustration. I close my eyes and sigh. Before I can turn to him, he's in front of me, and brushes my arm as he takes the offensive bottle from me. He watches me pointedly as he easily unscrews the top for me. My eyes are on him as he hands me the now opened bottle and gently lays two pills in my hands. I continue to watch him as I take them and pop them into my mouth; then lightly whack him on the arm. "It's harder to open than it looks." He looks amused as he replies, "…of course."
I walk back to the bed and sit down. I cross my right leg over my left and run a hand through my hair again as I stare at nothing. I hear a chuckle and in a moment he's at my side sitting next to me. I lean forward and let my hair fall into a silky curtain in front of me as I finally take a good look at him.
I work my way up his body as I let my eyes travel from his white indoor shoes up his long grey slacks, up his long muscular torso, and up to his slightly opened but not revealing chest in his white crisp school shirt. I notice he's leaning back on his elbows on the bed, and my eyes slowly sweep up his broad shoulders, his handsome face, and finally to his white eyes.
…Those eyes….
White eyes which in this moment seem to bore into my own.
…White Eyes….
Familiar white eyes…
I take a short breath.
It's just one shit after another isn't it? This needs to stop. Soon, before I completely forget the difference between them. I can't go around not being able to tell these things apart. I can't have this get any worse. I run hand through my hair again feeling just so damn tired.
When I look over at him again, he's just leaning on his elbows watching me, as if just waiting, waiting for me to finally acknowledge him. But I don't. I just close my eyes and fall back on the bed, hands behind my head. I can feel him staring at me until I can no longer try to relax and let the TYLENOL work its magic. For an infirmary, this bed is really uncomfortable, like sleeping on a cold piece of board, certainly something I can bring up in the next Student Council meeting. I turn on my side and peer up at him as I place my hands under my head and raise my knees in a curled position. He's still looking at me, taking in my new position. He half smiles and reaches behind me, gracefully allowing himself to move over me. He leans in close and I can feel his body heat on my arm. I'm still as I calmly watch him take a pillow and move it under my head. The he silently moves back into his position.
And while I'm wondering about everything and nothing at the same time, feeling at ease but all the same a bit anxious, taking in those familiar eyes, I'm finally ready to ask him.
...
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"…Who the hell are you?"
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