Disclaimer: Don't own anything, sadly
~Friday, December 12~
Satsuki was walking down the hall, coming back from the recently dismissed council meeting, prepared to wait for the rest of Konoha 10 at the front steps. She was almost out the door when she realized she forgot her texting gloves and calmly turned around to head back to her locker.
She guess the upcoming ordeal was her fault as she had been looking down at her shoes, hoping her co-captains were running practice smoothly and what they should purchase for their Winter Ball this year, instead of not paying attention to the other non focused teenager who was headed her way but in the opposite direction. And then, before she knew it, she was lying on the floor, the books she had in her hands in various places across the floor and a sudden pain on her back.
She slowly sat up, trying to get her bearing, and noticed the tall being who bumped into her quickly picking up and stacking her council notes, Sense and Sensiablity novel, Algebra workbook and daily agenda in front of her. The stranger was just about to leave when she suddenly shot her hand out and caught hold of this guys wrist, obviolously suprising him with her strong grip. Years of unlimitated speed texting sure can strenghten a girls fingers.
Just as she was about to tell this guy off, her words died in her mouth as the most breath takingly blue eyes stared down at her, seeming to look right into her very soul. The hood from his peacoat obsured his hair (and from the stature of the body, she knew very well this teen was of the male gender) and something was wrapped around the bottom of his face that hid his mouth from view. But that didn't matter as all Satsuki could see was his eyes, a pure azure that could put the sky out of business.
She didn't even realized she had let go of his wrist or the presence of her friends until she felt the hands of Sakura and Ino help her to her feet. She quickly pulled out her phone, gliding the touch screen to her Notes app and sliding open the keyboard. She quickly typed out the events of what had just accured and she wrote about this stranger with the sapphire eyes who came and knocked her off her feet. She bearily remembers giving Kiba the extremely shorten version of what had just happened and someone patting her shoulder. When she had finally sent the daily entry to her email and closed her keyboard, four of the ten were gone and so was Mr. Stranger Blue, as she called him in her electronic journal.
TenTen was laughing hysterically and Hinata look timid as always. Sakura had grabbed her books and Ino opened the door for her, as she exited the building on that Friday afternoon and headed towards her Ferrari, where she and the inner Fab Five of the Konoha 10 left the parking lot, briefly seeing Shikamaru stroll away with a cig in his mouth.
For now, she will hold on to the sweet memory of those enchanting crystals as she headed towards her house for the FF's annual Friday sleep-over.
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~Monday, December 15~
I walked through the halls at the end of the fifth period, eager to make my way to the library were I can eat my lunch in semi peace and quiet. Maybe even write a new song before the next band session at six. What would it be this time? New rock single? Maybe another indie hit, those are the best that best fit my character. Though the fans have been asking for another pop song to play at parties...
Suddenly there was burning sensation in the middle of my chest, and my shirt seemed to have become damper in the past three seconds. I looked down to see a dark circle dripping down my peacoat. I could hear the laughter of the other students while I look even further down to see a teacher (is that Mr. Yoshi?) try to collect his papers that were currently spread across the hallway. Deja vu much? I bent down to help out the staff member.
"Young man, I woud advise you to keep your head out of the clouds, and start...paying..." The angry teacher started but slowly drifted off when he lifted his head. I noticed his eyes widened and his flush of all color. "Oh! My dearest apologizes! Here, let me get those! Please don't stop what your doing to help me! Im such a cluts,hahaha!" Mr. Yoshi nervously shot out. Then my eyes widened. Oh brother...I quickly turned my head to see if anyone else was here to witness the ordeal, thankfully not. Mr. Yoshi was still abbling about.
"..Oh Kami, look at your coat! Here let me take that to get dry cleaned." he stated as he md for my buttons.
"Its quite alright Mr. Yoshi! There's no need for that!" I said placing my hands infront of my to keep him from getting any closer, still keeping my eye out for people.
"Are you sure? Maybe I can raise you grade if~"
"No no! No need for that! Im doing quite alright in your class!" I said as I help him up, pickt the now empty Trembling Java cup up and in a near by trash can.
"Well then maybe I~"
"Can forget this ever happened ad then maybe their might be a raise in the near future, hmm?" I hed using his power over everyone but if it got this administrater of my back...
Mr. Yoshi's eyebrows raised all the way up to his hairline (well what was left of it) and nodded his head in understanding. "Oh, thank you Nami~"
"Oh its quite alright, just please, dont mention this to anyone." I said not even looking back to see if reply.
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"What the hell?" Kiba asked himself as he witnessed his math teacher apologize to that Lonely Boy What's-His-Name. Kiba was orginally videotaping one of his soccer buddies put Pixie Stick power up his nose when he moved a little to the leave, just in time to see Mr. Yoshi crash into the scholarship kid, spilling his coffee all over him in the process. He was just about to stop the video when he saw Mr. Yoshi asking the scarf cladded teen for forgiveness, which wouldn't have been weird if he wasn't so...addiment about it. Mr. Yoshi is known for not caring about his students, as long as they passed all their test so why would he care about Lonely Boy of all people?
Hiding behind a corner, he captured the rest of the scene until the black peacoat was out of sight. looking confused, he slid the phone in his pocket and headed for the courtyard. He was just about to tell Kohona 10 what went down when a couple of his soccer buddies invited him to a game on the fields. Its safe to say that Kiba never told his friends as it would evade his memory for a long time.
A/N: Sorry its short! Another is (hopefully) on the way!