The Rivalry
Chapter Four: Nightmare or Bliss?
Summary: Just read the story… sincerely: Ai-Chan. P.s: Bad Grammar
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Dai: Good Gracious, we meet again. Sorry we're late, got lost in path of life!
Ai-Chan: You don't say!
N: I feel old…
Ai-Chan: You're old N, stop acting like teenagers already!
N:'ignoring Ai' TQ for sticking with this story ^^ we appreciate its' so much. Please choose the ending whether you want the normal and predictable ending or twisted ending? A couple more chapters and this baby are finish.
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"It's hard to pretend that you love someone when you don't, but it's even harder to pretend that you don't love someone when you really do."
Last Night before Shikamaru appeared
He ignored the whispers and giggling that been directed to him from female customers, focusing only on his coffee. Kyuubi is neither plain nor unattractive; he's a fine specimen for Bishie. He inherited his mother fiery red hair and his father almond shaped eyes with his mother aquamarine color, pale skin with healthy glows unlike Uchiha's skin and fit and toned body from his training. His mid back length hair is tied in loose ponytail, even he feel annoyed by it sometimes; he can't cut its' because it's his vow*. Annoyed by the increasing giggling he put the bill on the table and headed up to exit, ignoring the disappointing sigh from his admirers.
His steps is slow as he glance around watches two couples nearby, watching them laughing and teasing each other makes his heart ache.
'Why?' He put his hand on where the heart is, thinking the reason of the heart aches. Finding no valid reason Kyuubi clear his mind and head up home.
He about to sit down when he notice a piece of paper stick under his feet. When he picked it up, he is greeted by cheery smile of Naru's who's hugging him, who's soaked from head to toes photo.
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~Flashback~
Kyuubi wonder why he feels uneasy today, as he wake this morning he having bad hair day, then when he take a bath the water heater is broken resulting him had a cold shower 'Damn I freaking hate cold water in morning!' and not to mention he manages to stumbles to the table twice and knocked to the door once 'I don't even know the door bounce back!' as he closed them to hard.
"Still, it can't be any worse; right?" nursing his bruised nose he tried to rid the uneasy feeling, while he tried to cheer himself; he forgot to look at the calendar -1st April-. The doorbell ringing startle him, guessing that it would be Naru or Shikamaru as he didn't expected any others guest today. When the door is open… all he can feel is wet then another
'Splash'
The water balloon hit straight on his face again followed by another attack on him, that day Kyuubi decided he hate April fool and balloon...
'Yep its can got worse…'
Standing in her glorious with water balloon in her hand in front of the door is Naru, trying to suppress her laughing at her drenches fox boyfriend. She took out a camera and poses beside gloomy Kyuubi for photos, a giant vein pop on Kyuubi head making Naru retreat before shouting "Happy April Fool!"
The next day he found that picture is stick on his door along 'Sorry –With of love Naru-' stick note.
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He smile fondly at those memory when he remember his true reasoning, the smile is gone and replaced by frown at the picture in his hand.
"I thought I already dispose this picture along others." he stared at the picture, his hand about tear the picture but he realizes that he can't. Enrage by what he feel, he tear the photo half to he stop at the sight of Naru's smile…
'She's means nothing to me!' He tries to ensure his heart but with a glimpse of the torn picture in his hand
"Who I'm kidding to...?" Kyuubi spoke softly before he throws it in trash can, previous rages coming back with full force as remember his vow.
'I'm turning weak! I shouldn't feel like this, I can't betray my family! They're the reason they died!'
He grasps the vase on the coffee table then throws it at wall; table followed by others furniture's in the room. Next few hours the room is wrecked before Kyuubi manage to calm down, he feel exhausted with the tantrum that he barely move. Kyuubi returned the couch to its previous condition before plod on it trying to sleep.
The next morning he is annoyed to be greeted by his supposed to be best friend, who's didn't help his brighten mood.
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Jiraiya name is popular among porn erotic literature diehard fan, his grand masterpiece Icha Icha Paradise exceed 10 mil++ sales in Japan not included translated ones. He dedicates his life in work that he often travels for inspiration and his favorite place is Onsen. His private life of course is private; he married to Tsunade the infamous Doctor with temper of bull and tendency to be alcoholic drunkard in one occasion. Their son, Minato married to Kisuna who also have temper of bull 'makes him wonder is it's inherited?' and their sweethearts Kyuubi and little Narisu. Their life is perfect and they thought nothing will ruin them, until that day…
His one and only son along with his wife is dead and little Narisu is gone; the authority said her body probably turn to ashes along with the house. Bullshit that what in his mind, deep in his mind he knows his little Narisu is still alive; while his wife is consoling their only grandson that left.
That year Jiraiya fan is devastated as the new volume is suspended without reason, but that nothing to compare to Jiraiya grief. A dedicated writer he is but on top of that he is a father that mourning his son, daughter and grandchild. But that in the past, as now the wound are no longer bleeding. He continued his work as usual…
Stress he is, as the deadline in the corner and his novel is nowhere to complete, cursing everyone who dare to say porn erotic literature is easy to write.
"They never know the blood that I shed for my babies; all they know is wants more!" He is now in Onsen watching the leaves fall in the water.
"It's a while since I visited Kyuubi aren't I?"
Thinking that visiting his grandson might bring out him of writer block, he rise from the Onsen to get ready.
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The writer is about to out his office when the phone is ringing, normally he won't answer them because the only one ever use this number is his editor. But seeing that the phone just rung twice in long tone instead of short but many times; he figure that its couldn't be his editor, so he gamble his chance and pick up the phone.
"Jiraiya speaking" He said softly as wasn't sure about it and he hate it when the editor rush him. When he heard the caller voice he knows he farther in trouble. His jolly expression turned hardens by second as he spat out the name he hate.
"Uchiha…" The phone grip is tighten when the caller mention his deceased son name, the hatred runs so deep that even the voice could boil his blood he about to hang when the caller mention something that make his heart beating fast.
"What you know about it?" his voice full of suspicion as he know Uchiha will use any dirty trick to gain something, but he patiently waiting for the caller to finish his explanation. The longer he listen the wider his eyes as the news is unbelievable and could be a hoax but his heart keep on wanting to believe them.
"I will see if you speak a truth. Remember if this hoax, I will make sure you pay for its!"
He hung the phone, and takes a seat before let out a loud sigh. He is muttering softly to himself, ignoring the surrounding…
"The problem is getting bigger… Kyuubi, how will I tell you… without breaking your heart?"
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*keeping the hair long as reminder, till the wish/vow is fulfilled then the hair can be cuts that could be mostly Asian practice. Or something like that… (- . –'')
Ai-Chan: Seriously? If this is a movie I would throw a box of popcorn on it!
Dai: I love movies! What are we gonna watch?
N: it's called "Death of A" excuse me while I find a certain tool to speed up the death…
Ai-Chan: Thank fro heart for following reading and review and etc…
N:Hey A which one you prefer? Messy death, silent death, 'seem like accident to me' death?
Dai: (^w^)/ see you next chapter! N, A likes to watch messy death movies more than latter!
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