Post by YukiTen on Feb 7, 2011 13:02:15 GMT -7
This is just the more dramatic high school take on Naruto. The characters are represented as how I see them. I am using all of my own role-play characters as well. I won't provide a summary. I'm terrible at those.
Dawn sunlight barely escaped the crack in the pure black curtains hiding Yuki's room from the outside world. An alarm clock was going off, awakening her from her comfortable slumber in the heap of purple and black blankets on her bed. A tired groan escaped her mouth as she rolled out of bed, waddling toward the white door of her closet. She rubbed her eyes, twisting the knob, fishing through the clothes on the wire hangers. Picking out a white short-sleeved button down t-shirt, short navy blue pleated skirt, red neck tie, and signature all-black Converse with neon purple shoe laces, Yuki hobbled to the bathroom down the hall.
Thoughts: Ugh. Today is the first day of my high school days. I'm a frakking freshman. I should be a frakking junior. I'm smarter than everyone in my grade. Except for Shikamaru Nara. His IQ is well over 150, which is mine. But he's lazy as hell. I better get ready for school. Can't waste time bull-shitting about Shika, now can I?
Yuki swung the bathroom door open, flipping the switch. Tossing her clothes on the counter, she twisted the cold knob on the sink and quickly brushed her teeth, using swift and circular motions to her advantage. Soon enough, she was finished with the morning necessities, scrutinizing her near perfect appearrance.
Her purple hair reached the middle of her back, platinum streaks showing up here and there; bangs sweapt across her face, medium in length, resting over her right eye. A light sprinkling of freckles decorated her nose, giving her that shy-girl look. Her sarcastic stare constisted of an icey blue eye and a lime green eye, both intense.
Yawning, tying the red tie loosely under the collar of her partially un-buttoned white button down, she stepped out of the bathroom, bumping into a sleepy Kakashi. "Sup, pops?" Yuki said, feeling stupid as soon as she said it. She sighed, letting her adoptive father stumble into the bathroom in her place.
"Sup, kid?" he yawned, shutting the door behind him, kicking Yuki out.
"I'm taking your car to school." She was standing in the middle of the living room, arms crossed over her nicely developed chest, purple messanger bag slung over her shoulder. With a sigh, she slipped her black Converse on, forgetting all about breakfast, opening the front door and stepping out into the fresh morning air. "Ah... I'm so screwed." Yuki grinned, thinking about how all the fanboys were going to trample her to death. Well, she hoped that they wouldn't. Maybe she'd get lucky.
The sun shone in her eyes as she made her way down the stairs leading to the parking lot. Bright rays accentuated her features, making her a sin to look upon. Listening to her soft footsteps on the asphalt as she walked very unenthusiastically toward Kakashi's beautifuly sparkling, classic '65 blue Mustang, she gawked. If she was going to school, she was going in style.
Stepping up to the drivers' side door, Yuki pulled the car keys out of her messanger bag, unlocking it and plopping into the black leather seat. A contented sigh escaped her lips. She liked the feeling of power the beautiful Mustang gave her.
Grabbing the clutch after starting the car, she pulled the door closed, and put it in reverse. Pulling out into the empty street, she fished through her messanger bag again, dragging out a mixed cd of her faveorite music. She gently pushed the plastic disc into the cd player, pressing play. Her favorite song began to play; Seishun Kyousoukyoku by Sanbomaster. Turning the volume up really loud, Yuki sped off toward Konoha High, singing the lyrics to her song.
Turning left, she was forced to stop at a just-turned-red light, stopping beside an equally beautiful silver '07 Mustang. Staring at the marvelous car in awe, she payed no attention to its driver. The car was that beautiful. A flash of green and the awe struck girl hit the gas pedal, taking off at 80 mph. She grinned, baring her straight and white teeth, showing her competative side.
A right turn, onto a busy street, and Yuki was surrounded by her classmates, all heading the same direction. Neon orange and sky blue ripped across the sides of a familiar blond boy's motercycle. A Harley? Maybe.
Realistic ravens seemed to tear across the sides of another fimiliar person's motercycle; a jet black Bugatti was stopped just in front of them, it belonged to Neji, Yuki remembered; bloody and sandy paint splattered across a childhood friend's beautiful '09 Lamborghini, now that's speed; and we could go on forever, but it'd get boring. She gazed at everyone's hot rides in awe, like she always did if she saw something she liked.
The light turned green and everyone continued their trek to the high school. Everyone was driving under-age. But the mayor of Konoha passed a law that high school students could drive if no one else could drive them to the school. Her song ended, jerking her away from her thoughts. A different one began to play; Colors by Flow, another one of her favorites.
Yuki found herself following close behind a silver Mustang with the plates saying 'Dog-Boy.' She rolled her eyes, huffing at the idiotic driver ahead of her. She knew who it was, but didn't dare think his name. Finding an opening, she pulled into the next lane, hitting the gas again to speed up and level with the silver Mustang.
Her forehead creased as she concentrated on not driving through a stop sighn or any red lights, still keeping her car in sync with the newer, silver model. The school soon came into view, much to her disapproval. "Ugh. Great. Now I hAvE to deal with my stupid fans," she growled, turning into the parking lot in front of the school.
A gold Jeep was driving slowly towards an empty parking space. Much to driver's disappointment, Yuki stole it, unconscious of their presence. Pulling the key out of the ignition, she popped the door open, stepping out with a focused look on her face. Stray pebbles crunched against the asphalt under her Converse-clad, size 7 feet. Pressing the door closed, trying as hard as possible not to damage her father's (and hers) beautiful, sparkling, icey blue classic Mustang.
Finally stepping away, Yuki found herself face to face with a blond. His eyes were an amazing shade of sapphire. An impossibly wide grin spread across his face as he greeted her.
"Hey! Long time, no see, Yuki-san!" he said, his voice full of happiness and sincerity.
"Sup, Naruto-kun?" she replied blandly, feeling the boy's arms being thrown around her.
"Dobe, get off her or you'll suffocate her." A very annoyingly blunt voice joined the two. Yuki sighed, rolling her eyes at the too-confident Uchiha.
"Oh... R-right. Sorry, Yuki," Naruto said, backing off and scratching the back of his blond head nervously.
She quirked an eyebrow, ticked off by her two friends. "It's too early to deal with the King of Emo and Mr. Irritatingly Happy. WAY too early." Pushing past a confused Naruto and an equally irritated Sasuke, she continued to traverse through the maze of cars and other teens.
Making her way up the hill, she entered the school building, letting out another tired sigh. "I hate school..." she hissed, forcing herself to continue on to her locker on the second floor. Taking her sweet time walking up the crowded stairs, she wasn't surprised at all that her fans hadn't chased her through the school yet. She was relieved.
Stepping down the wide, crowded hall, Yuki arrived at her purple locker with a yawn. "It's too early for this..." She hung her head for a few minutes. Jerking it back up, she punched in the locker combo she received a week ago. 46-12-7. It instantly swung open, revealing nothing but two old text books and a few band stickers. "How gay."
Sliding her customized binders out of her messanger bag, Yuki tossed the bag into the locker, slamming it shut. She yawned as she pulled out her schedule. "Let's see..." Analyzing the piece of paper, her eyebrows furrowed. "Gym... is my first period class? You've got to be fucking kidding me." She hissed at the thought of having the stupidest class for her fIrSt class.
Heading back toward the stairs, knowing where the gym was having taken the tour of the school six times during August, Yuki growled at how much time she had untill school actually started. But she kept padding toward her first class, trying to come up with an excuse not to paricipate. The large, red characters for 'gym' were painted on a white wall. She stepped around the corner, following a black-haired, timid girl into the girl's locker room.
Plopping into one of the blue, velvet chairs, Yuki unzipped her pencil bag, yanking out an Ace bandage and began to wrap it around her left hand and forearm. A fake injury was her escuse not to participate in gym. Ingenious.
A shadow loomed over her. "Hey, Yuki-san!" a cheerful voice greeted. She looked up into the soft green eyes of Haruno Sakura, and smiled. Being a popular girl, Yuki had many friends, but none as good as Sakura or Amaye. They were closer than Chouji was to food. And that's an understatement.
"Hey, Sakura-san. How was your summer?" she asked, nearly begging for a good catch up session with her best friend. They had spent so much time apart, that Yuki wondered if it would effect their friendship.
"Oh, I went to the beach with Naruto, Sasuke, Hinata, and Ino. Pretty much spent the summer there. How 'bout you?" Sakura replied, her rosette hair falling into Yuki's face.
"I mostly sleapt."
"Is that why they call you 'Sleeper?'" she pondered.
"I guess," Yuki said, finishing with her Ace bandage, not entirely understanding where her friend got 'Sleeper' from. She playfully nudged Sakura. "It's been a while, ne?"
"Too long." Sakura draped her arm across Yuki's shoulder. "Hey, let's go mingle. You look like you need to."
"Hehe. You're a funny one. It's too early to deal with the Bug or the Lazy Bum or Pig or Mr. Sandman or anyone else." Yuki crossed her arms in defiance, puffing her lip out.
"But it's not too early to deal with me, ne?"
"You're my closest friend! It's never too early." She smiled, making an effort to reassure Sakura. "'Sides, I can mingle with everyone next period. I have Algebra. And EvErYoNe is in that stupid class."
"True enough. But I want you to mingle. I'm determined to find you your first boyfriend today!" Sakura exclaimed, her inner self probably going nuts from that need to help a gal pal.
"Jumping the gun a bit too quick, ne, Sakura?" Yuki lifted her arms in mock surrender, almost cowering in her best friend's excitement.
"No! I'll find you someone!" She was practically yelling.
"Calm yourself, Sakura!" Yuki yelled back, a smile spreading across her beautiful and slightly tanned face.
Fuming, the pink-haired of the duo calmed down a little. "So... How about you and Kiba-kun?" Sakura wondered.
"We weren't ever together. So I don't know what you're talking about," Yuki replied, looking away and into the mirror the duo stood in front of. She scrutinized herself absent-mindedly. She didn't want to think about the mutt.
"Yeah you were. I don't know what you're smokin'." Sakura grinned, linking her arm with Yuki's, pulling out a bright pink brand new camera. "Smile!"
"I don't remember you being this flamboyent... or dense," Yuki muttered through her shining smile. Standing close to Sakura, she saw the flash of light as she took the picture.
"Puttin' this one on MySpace!" Sakura continued to grin.
"Sakura-saaaaaan, you're so daft," Yuki giggled as the bell rang. The clock ticked as if it was impatient; Sakura turned the corner to change into her gym uniform, as did the rest of the girls; she continued to sit innocently in her velvet seat with her bandaged arm.
A woman, sporting a white muscle shirt and black baggy sweat pants, stepped into the locker room, black hair resting past her shoulders and red eyes becoming a piercing stare. She held a blue clip-board, glancing around at the students clad in their black and white gym uniforms. "So tHiS is the female half of my class, ne?" The woman rolled her intense red eyes.
"She's a bitch," someone whispered, followed by a tiny giggle.
The woman's glare scored the class of adolescent girls. "My name is Yuuhi Kerenai. I am your gym teacher. Address me as Kurenai-sensei." Her hiss made everyone blink a few times, even Yuki, who was still sitting innocently in the blue chair.
"Why aren't you dressed out?" Kurenai growled, pointing a finger at the purple-haired, 5'4" girl.
"Injury." Yuki poked at her right arm. She cringed as the woman stepped toward her, placing a hand on her trembling shoulder. She didn't know why she was suddenly scared of her gym instructor. It was probably the knowledge of how strong and skilled the woman may be that frightened her; or maybe it was the piercing red glare; she didn't know.
"You can hang out here or come out to the gym and watch," Kurenai told her, letting go and exiting the locker room, followed by hormonal high school girls. Making a quick decision, Yuki padded after them, finding herself in the biggest gym she's ever seen. There was a climbing wall clinging to the east wall; a net hanging from the cieling, connecting to a huge, thick mat to cushion a fall; ropes also connected to the cieling; a difficult obstacle course on the west side of the gym; it was like a gymnast/athlete paradise. Thank God she wasn't participating.
Boys filed into the enourmous gym, each wearing black sweatpants and white muscle shirts. The girls wore tank tops and black shorts, Yuki observed, trailing after the rosette locks of one of her two best gal pals. "Hey, Sakura! Wait up," she howled, racing up to the uniformed girl.
"Oi! You're a loud one," Sakura hissed playfully, brushing the purple hair out of Yuki's eye. "And you shouldn't hide your face. You look prettier without your hair falling into your eye." She smiled.
"It's just the way it falls and I'm too lazy to fix it," Yuki smiled, suddenly wondering where Amaye was. She was the third and last member of the extremely popular trio known as the Powerpuff Girls. They were called that since Sakura strongly resembled Bubbles and all her daftness, since Amaye was just a smarter version of Buttercup, and Since Yuki was the intelligent, sensetive, and not-so-bloodthirsty leader that seemed to eminate a Blossum. The trio hated the group nickname other students had pinned to them. No. They loathed it.
"Female version of Shika, tsk tsk tsk."
Ignoring her comment, Yuki relayed a thought. "Where's Amaye?"
"She has Art for her first class. Lucky bitch." Sakura crossed her arms behind her head in a stretch. Sartorius stretch right after, and so on. Her gaze was fixed on a boy with messy coffee brown hair and distinctly muscled, tanned body.
"What're you distracted by now?" Yuki questioned, following Sakura's stare. Her eyes came to rest o6'tanne tanned boy laughing with Naruto and Sasuke a few yards away. She noticed two reddish-violet triangular marks tattooed onto his cheeks.
Thoughts: Kiba. That's Inuzuka Kiba. Kiba, Kiba, Kiba. Dog-boy. Puppy. Mutt. Dog-breath. Mutt-face. Love. Honey. Bunny. Dear. Why am I thinking about him? He shouldn't be my main focus anymore. But... his appearrance. It's changed drastically and that boyish grin... Argh! Shut up, shut up, shut up, you Baka! He's not for you anymore. You two have long since gotten over each other. Ancient history. End of story. Quit thinking about him. Puppy...
She couldn't help but stare at his may-as-well-be-carved-from-marble figure. He was just that amazing to look at. Spacng out after the war she had with herself, Yuki tried to slow her breathing. Seeing Kiba pretty much gave her a heart attack.
"You like what you see, ne, Yuki?" Sakura laughed, gently pushing her friend. "Someone's still fawning over the Mutt."
She sighed, giving in. "Maybe. I don't know." Crossing her arms over her still wonderfully developed chest, Yuki tore her gaze off the tantalizing, animal-loving Kiba. "He's... a bit too... uh... um... different," she muttered, wishing that she could change classes.
"Why don't you go talk to him? You look like you could use a good catching up convo," Sakura said blandly, shoving Yuki towards the laughing trio of boys.
"If this goes wrong, I will kill you," Yuki seethed, padding toward the lolly-gagging boys. Sneaking up behind Naruto, she tapped on his shoulder.
"Hey, uh, sorry for being so bitchy this morning." Apologizing to Naruto as an excuse to join their conversation wasn't a bad idea.
He spun around with a grin planted firmly on his face, a smile in his sapphire eyes. "Nah, Yuki-san. It's all good. I'm sorry for damn near suffocating you."
She felt Sasuke's bored glare and Kiba's thoughtful glance burn into her skin. "I apologize to you, too, Sasuke." All was going according to plan as she grinned apologetically.
"It's okay." His voice was flat, a smirk etched onto his lips.
"If you say so." A minute passed by. Only one boring minute. Then Naruto wrapped Yuki in a bone crushing hug.
"Man, it's been forever!" He lifted her a foot above the ground.
"Dude... Can't... Breathe..." she spluttered back, feeling her rib cage's decision to give in if this goes on for much longer. Her un-matching eyes almost seemed to pop out from the super-hug.
"That's enough, Naruto," Kiba growled, his voice deep and cocky. And very, very appealing.
"Ah... Sorry, again, Yuki." Naruto's arms released her from his grasp.
Yuki wheezed as she gripped her sides, hunching over. "No. It's... It's okay, hun." Every other student was either occupying themselves with the net or the obstacle course, leaving the three boys and one girl to decide what they wanted to do.
"You okay?" Kiba asked, hiding his concern with a sarcastic tone.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," she huffed, still gripping her sides, letting a fake grin play across her lips. Regaining her composure, she let out a sharp sigh. "So how were your summers?" she asked coyly, already knowing what Naruto and Sasuke had done.
"Me and Sasuke went to the beach with Sakura and Ino and Hinata." Naruto grinned, blushing at the girl's name he deliberately saved for last.
"Really, now?"
"Yeah," Sasuke growled, glaring at a red-faced Naruto. "Dobe over here tried making some moves."
Yuki smiled at this, trying to force a laugh from exploding. Naruto was always so dumb. "I bet that made you so jealous, Sasuke. And you, Kiba?" She didn't mean to ask. She just let it roll out to keep herself from cracking up, and stopped smiling, resulting in a flat and spaced out line.
Kiba pursed his lips, taking his sweet time with his reply. Finally, after two minutes of conjuring, he grinned, knowing that he was irritating Yuki. "Oh nothing much. Pretty much just hung out with other girls."
Thoughts: Well, that's okay. I spent my stupid summer alone. Without Sakura or Amaye or Gaara or anyone else for that fucking matter. I sure feel just peachy.
"That's... nice? I spent my summer in my bed. Alone," she spat, unconscious of her seemingly pissed off tone. Doubling back, she cleared her throat and glanced at the clock. The smaller hand pointed to the 8 and the bigger hand pointed at the 6. 8:30 in the morning.
"Sounds fun," he growled back.
Yuki couldn't stop herself from tightly clenching her hands into fists. "Well it was amazing talking to you guys but I really should go get Kurenai-sensei to check out my wrist," she sarcastically hissed over her shoulder as she turned away, making sure that her right arm was clearly visible.
Thoughts: Whatever. I don't care. His dumbass can sleep around with random girls. I don't fucking care. I'll just hang out by myself. I don't want your pity; I don't want your anything... But would it kill you to not rub anything in my face?...Would you care if I left?
Stomping over to Kurenai, who was giving some random kid a lecture about his health, Yuki tapped her fingers on the black-haired older lady's shoulder.
"Hai?" she said, spinning around to face the purple headed girl.
A look of utter defeat and regret rippled across the poor teen's face. "Could you look at my wrist? It hurts really bad." She hung her head, trying not to make eye contact. Unwrapping her cramped arm, she showed Kurenai how reddish and bluish it was becoming.
"Okay..." Kurenai gently gripped the limb, checking for bruises and scars, finding nothing. "Well... It's a little swollen. You won't have to go to the nurse." A pause. "Is there something else that you might want to get off your chest, Yuki-chan?"
The younger of the two rewrapped her blue and red wrist, gazing up at the older woman. Tears soon welled up in Yuki's eyes. She thought too much about how alone she was during the summer and how rude Kiba was being. "No," she choked out.
"Liar." Kurenai draped her arms around Yuki, trying to comfort her. "What's wrong, kid?"
"Relationship problems." Her voice was high pitched and tired, making her seem weak and pathetic. She hoped the boys could see her. It just might possibly make them care.
"Come with me. We'll talk in my, um, office," the elder woman said, guiding Yuki toward a door with Yuuhi Kurenai engraved into it. Unlocking the door, she pulled a red velvet chair up for her, welcoming her to take a seat.
Yuki collapsed into the velvet, letting her disappointed tears spill over.
"What happened?"
"I really liked this guy, but something happened between us and we kinda drifted apart and I went up to him and my other two guy friends to chit-chat and catch up. We talked about our summers and all he did was 'hang out' with other girls, basically rubbing it in my face, which made me furious. I don't know why but it did. I hissed at him that I spent my summer alone. Which I did. Ugh. I just don't know who he is anymore. Nothing I just said made any sense!" Yuki hid her face with her hands, wanting to stop the irritating flow of tears. But a soft tap on the office door jerked her head up.
"Miss Yuuhi-- I mean Kurenai-sensei?" It was Kiba's tantalizing voice.
"Yes? I'm in the middle of a talk here. What do you want?" Kurenai growled. Yuki thought the woman was near menopause as she glared out of the corner of her burning eyes at Kiba, holding her supposed-to-be-spreighned wrist.
"Uh... Naruto just kinda, um, hurt himself." He sounded like he had a smile planted on his face, but he didn't.
"Ugh. That idiot gets into trouble before school, during, and after." The older woman sighed and stood up, exiting the room.
Yuki continued to sit where she was, wiping the angry tears from her eyes, her gaze pulling away from Kiba. She let out a long breath, glanced at the clock to see it was almost nine, which is when the class was going to end, and sneezed.
A tissue dangled in her eyes, courtesy of Kiba. Confused, the broken girl pried it from his grasp, wiping her nose and sneezing again.
"You okay?" he asked, letting in a seductive purr.
"Just fucking peachy." Yuki glared up at the dog-lover, hoping that her emotions wouldn't force her to say something she didn't want to or say what wasn't necessary.
"Oh? You're lying." A cocky edge entered his voice.
"Considering the fact that you were standing by the door the whole time, I'd bet that you already know. Now, if you could be so kind as to let me leave?" she spat, standing up and turning around to face Kiba.
"Maybe I did evesdrop. But let's say I didn't." The tanned and muscle toned boy stepped out of the doorway, allowing the smaller girl to pad gingerly past.
"I wouldn't tell you." She limped over to the locker room door, hoping to retrieve her binders and head out before class was over.
"Why not?" His breath tickled Yuki's ear.
"It's not like you'd care." Shouldering through the door, she scooped up her things, leaving Kiba alone with everyone else in the gymnasium. The tear-stained girl started walking toward the stairs leading to the second floor a full minute before first period was over.
Thoughts: It's not like it matters, anyway. There aren't any security guards roaming the halls and there aren't any camera's to keep track of us students. So I guess I'm home free. Lucky me.
She was already at the door of her Algebra class, staring down the bell, leaning up against the wall beside the door, hearing the bell clang loudly and quickly. Nine o' clock on the dot and she was in, standing at the front of the completely empty room, alone. "Why am I alone wherever I go?" she growled.
"What makes you think you're alone?" a familiar flat voice questioned.
Spinning around to face a short girl, whom had spikey purple and black hair that barely reached passed her jaw line and red eyes, Yuki smiled at her other best friend. "Oh, Amaye, it's been too long," she said, her voice seeming a bit sexy, which didn't make any sense. Shrugging that disturbing thought off, Yuki flung her arms around the shorter girl, ecstatic to see her friend.
"Hey! Easy, girl! It's not a make out session, jeeze!" Amaye laughed, smiling, returning with a fierce hug. "Oh shit. Wait. I forgot about your lungs!" she said, loosening her arms, remembering her friend's asthma.
"Oh, no worries." Yuki smiled, pulling her inhaler out of her partially unzipped purple pencil bag.
"Aw! You guys started the hug without me! Bitches..." a brooding Sakura stated, frowning out of disappointment. She stood in the doorway.
"Well, hurry up and join in before class starts, my daft little girl!" Amaye howled excitedly. "Hehe. The Powerpuff Girls are back!"
Yuki stopped hugging, glaring at her purple-headed best friend. "That stupid fucking nickname... If you ever say it again, I. Will. Brutally. Murder. You," she hissed with a smirk.
"I'd like to see you try, bitch!" Amaye spat back. Everyone was back to their old antics. Yuki's eyes were like icey daggers; Amaye's eyes were like burning bodies, to put it lightly. Sakura tried to break it up.
"Grrr. Watch me, midget!" Yuki howled, grabbing the smaller girl's left arm and throwing her small, flailing body to the other side of the room. She huffed, breathing hard, feeling herself become considerably weaker. Watching intently as Amaye flung herself from the wrecked desks in the back, she dodged a metal pole that was being brought down quickly. But, much to her disliking, Amaye spun around, shifting her grip on the it, slamming the shaft of the pole into Yuki's gut.
The taller of the two grunted from the pain, reaching out for the pole. With her sudden grab a success, she jerked the pole out of Amaye's hands and lifted it above her own head, ready to force it down on her friend's head.
But two arms quickly wrapped around Yuki's waist, shocking her into dropping the small, aluminum pole. It slid out of her hands, slipping between her and her hugger, finally hitting the tile floor with a loud, ping-like clang.
"Must you be so violent, Yuki-san?" It was Kiba's husky, seductive voice.
"Let. Me. Go," she hissed, watching her two best friends stare back with astonished expressions, trying to resist the person holding onto her and want to return a fierce hug.
Thoughts: What in the fuck is he doing here? If he doesn't let go of me now, I will be forced to kick his ass. I want no attention from him. I want nothing to do with him. He rubbed everything in my face earlier. You have no idea how much that hurt. Though I'm not sure why it did. But I don't care. His ass is going down if he doesn't let me go, dammit!
"Dude... You and that Inuzuka kid are still goin' at it?" Amaye twitched, backing up into a disgruntled redhead with light sea foam eyes.
"Wow." The equally short newcomer stepped closer to Amaye, basically walking into her collapse.
"Hehe... Hey, Gaara," she grinned nervously, scratching the back of her head out of embarrassment. The redhead nodded his greeting.
"No. We are not," Yuki growled, waving her hand Gaara, welcoming him onto the scene. "Are you and Mr. Sandman still 'going at it?'" she shot back, winking her apology for dragging him into their quarrel.
"Hey! We never were! So shut up, dumbass!" Amaye shouted, tensing arms in preperation for a hard punch to Yuki.
"Why don't you, midget!" Yuki struggled free from Kiba's warm entrapment, leaning over to level with the 4'7" girl.
"Bring it, bitch!" And so began a ten second fight between a midget and an asthmatic. Yuki brought her leg down on her opponent's equally purple head, recieving a harsh blow to the chest that sent her falling into Kiba's arms. Wihout hesitating, she lunged, picking up the aluminum pole and whacking her pal across the face with it.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ladies! Break it up!" barked Naruto, who had just entered the room. He wedged his arms between the two pained girls, sending them into the two guys they liked: Kiba and Gaara.
Yuki winced, wheezing from the so very extremely strong blow to her chest. Pulling herself up, right arm gripping her left side, left hand occupied by the aluminum pole, she grinned at Amaye.
"You may of won the battle, Yuki, but you havn't won the war." Amaye smiled, trying to hide the pain to the best of her ability.
"We'll see about that." They spoke quickly, not allowing anyone to say anything except each other. "Let me go, Mutt-breath!" She tore away from a cocky and possessive Kiba, huffing from the pain in her lungs as the bell rang. No teacher. Just a few students that Yuki could identify as her friends: a still disgruntled Gaara, a shocked Naruto, a yawning Shikamaru, a spaced out Sasuke, hard breathing Amaye, frightened Sakura, and timid little Hinata.
"Dude, that was awesome but shouldn't you two go see the nurse?" Naruto questioned, concerned for the two polar opposite yet nearly identical purple-headed girls.
"No. We'll be fine, so long as our little Yuki has her inhaler," Amaye said, chuckling at a coughing Yuki as she shot her hand out, reaching for the inhaler in her pencil bag. Failing.
"Hand me... my goddamn... inhaler... dammit," she rasped in between wheezes and harsh coughs. A nicely tanned hand grabbed it and held it up to Yuki's mouth, squeezing it a little to allow a spray of bad tasting medicine into her mouth. Her coughing and wheezing ceased as she inhaled the medicine. "Thanks," she said, breathing deeply and then normally.
"Mmhmm," Kiba hummed, letting Yuki go search for her binders that had been chucked somewhere in the excitement. As soon as she found them, a man with a messed up, spikey, silver hairdo entered the room.
"Sorry, I'm late. Ran into some problems," he said blandly.
"Liar." Yuki's voice echoed in the now silent room.
"Oh, fine. I slept in and I walked here, no thanks to you taking my car, kid. What do you want from me?" Kakashi shrugged, wearing a green vest and a black long-sleeved shirt underneath, followed by black straight-leg jeans.
"Your car."
"Beautiful piece of American muscle, ne?" he grinned.
"Duh," Yuki replied.
"Well let's get class started." He pulled out a green clip-board, glancing at the papers clipped to it. "Two to a group, kiddies. And whoever you sit next to this term, is your partner for the rest of the school year, no matter where you sit next term. Oh, and this is your homeroom." A sly grin was planted firmly on his flawless, 28-year-old skin.
Yuki sighed, leaning up against the podium she refused to acknowledge when she walked in. "Here we go..." she muttered.
"Kusunagi Yuki, you sit at the far left seat in the front by the windows. And next to you sits Inuzuka Kiba." He paused in between the two sentences, letting the second one soak into his daughter's fragile mind.
Her two-colored eyes widened impossibly.
Thoughts: That teme! He's so dead when we get home. Ugh. God fucking dammit! Mutt-breath is my partner for the rest of freshman year! Sniffle... I'm screwed both mentally and emotionally. Fuck my life.
She padded painfully toward her window seat, feeling as though she were being set ablaze. Everyone watched, no one really paying attention untill their names were being called in turn. Sakura and Amaye travelled to the seats behind the irritated Yuki and blank-faced Kiba.
"Oh, c'mon, Yuki. Sitting next to someone you like couldn't be all bad," Amaye's shortness taunted.
"Want me to kick your ass AgAiN, midget? I won't hold back this time," Yuki hissed, facing the closed window, turning her back on the relaxed mutt beside her. She glared at the shorter girl from the corner of her eye.
"Bitch, please." She continued to taunt.
"Oh, dear. Now that everyone's back to their usual antics, I'm not sure if anyone will survive today," Sakura whispered to herself as Gaara and lazy Shikamaru sat behind them, followed by Naruto and Sasuke. The blond and raven-haired boys stared daggers at each other.
Thoughts: Who are they trying to kid? Everyone knows that they're like, best of the best best friends or they have a thing for each other. Tch. Those are my boys. They hide everything from everyone so that they don't seem weak or anything and especially to each other. I love them even though they're total idiotic dumbasses. Thank God I've been able to keep mind off of that mutt sitting beside me. Dammit! I brought him up. Fuuuuuuck, man.
Spinning to face front, Yuki cursed herself for deliberately thinking about the dog next to her. Combing her fingers through her purple and platinum bangs, she uttered a sigh, glancing through her hair at the absent-minded, may-as-well-be-carved-from-marble, coffee haired boy she was being forced to be partners with no matter who she sat with in future terms.
"Really, what's so bad about me, anyways?" he questioned, crossing his arms behind his head and closing his chocolate eyes while he thought.
"Well, to start, you're a jerk, a very very painfully attractive jerk. And you rub everything in my face," Yuki mumbled quietly, hanging her head. Kakashi continued to place people in their seats with their partners.
"Hm? What was that?" the cocky dog asked with that seductively edged voice of his. He grinned, baring his glistening white fangs, staring at Yuki.
"I refuse to say it again." Being a bit bitchy now.
"Oh, c'mon, please?" Kiba's puppy-dog whine always got under the girl's skin and he knew it.
"Ugh. You're a demanding jerk, an unfortunately and very very painfully attractive jerk with a serious pride issue." Yuki glared back at the cocky and content mutt beside her, the bangs that were supposed to cover the right side of her face now pinned behind her unpierced ear.
"Oh?" he said coyly. "Well, you're not too bad lookin' either."
Thoughts: Where did the asshole I saw in you today go? On fucking vacation? What the fuck is up with him? He's showing his old self. That prick. And he's crawling in my skin. And the bastard fucking knows it, too.
"You are a sin to look at, I'll tell you that much." His grin made Yuki nervous, making her turn away and hide the faint shade of pink rising up to her porcelain cheeks.
"You don't play fair." Referring to everything Kiba's said all day, she glared at her purple personalized binders. "You know practically everything about me and you utilize it to the best of your ability. Which isn't fucking fair." Her growl indicated that she was obviously nervous.
"I always knew how to get under your skin, regardless of if I knew anything or not," he replied, pushing her damn near over the edge.
Thoughts: Why must you torture me like this? This isn't fair and it kinda hurts. Stop it. Why is your voice so tantalizing and seductive? You're not supposed to sound like that at age 14, you idiot. You're not playing fair at all.
The Sound of Nails On a Shard of Broken Glass
by MOYA
Chapter One:: Jaded
Dawn sunlight barely escaped the crack in the pure black curtains hiding Yuki's room from the outside world. An alarm clock was going off, awakening her from her comfortable slumber in the heap of purple and black blankets on her bed. A tired groan escaped her mouth as she rolled out of bed, waddling toward the white door of her closet. She rubbed her eyes, twisting the knob, fishing through the clothes on the wire hangers. Picking out a white short-sleeved button down t-shirt, short navy blue pleated skirt, red neck tie, and signature all-black Converse with neon purple shoe laces, Yuki hobbled to the bathroom down the hall.
Thoughts: Ugh. Today is the first day of my high school days. I'm a frakking freshman. I should be a frakking junior. I'm smarter than everyone in my grade. Except for Shikamaru Nara. His IQ is well over 150, which is mine. But he's lazy as hell. I better get ready for school. Can't waste time bull-shitting about Shika, now can I?
Yuki swung the bathroom door open, flipping the switch. Tossing her clothes on the counter, she twisted the cold knob on the sink and quickly brushed her teeth, using swift and circular motions to her advantage. Soon enough, she was finished with the morning necessities, scrutinizing her near perfect appearrance.
Her purple hair reached the middle of her back, platinum streaks showing up here and there; bangs sweapt across her face, medium in length, resting over her right eye. A light sprinkling of freckles decorated her nose, giving her that shy-girl look. Her sarcastic stare constisted of an icey blue eye and a lime green eye, both intense.
Yawning, tying the red tie loosely under the collar of her partially un-buttoned white button down, she stepped out of the bathroom, bumping into a sleepy Kakashi. "Sup, pops?" Yuki said, feeling stupid as soon as she said it. She sighed, letting her adoptive father stumble into the bathroom in her place.
"Sup, kid?" he yawned, shutting the door behind him, kicking Yuki out.
"I'm taking your car to school." She was standing in the middle of the living room, arms crossed over her nicely developed chest, purple messanger bag slung over her shoulder. With a sigh, she slipped her black Converse on, forgetting all about breakfast, opening the front door and stepping out into the fresh morning air. "Ah... I'm so screwed." Yuki grinned, thinking about how all the fanboys were going to trample her to death. Well, she hoped that they wouldn't. Maybe she'd get lucky.
The sun shone in her eyes as she made her way down the stairs leading to the parking lot. Bright rays accentuated her features, making her a sin to look upon. Listening to her soft footsteps on the asphalt as she walked very unenthusiastically toward Kakashi's beautifuly sparkling, classic '65 blue Mustang, she gawked. If she was going to school, she was going in style.
Stepping up to the drivers' side door, Yuki pulled the car keys out of her messanger bag, unlocking it and plopping into the black leather seat. A contented sigh escaped her lips. She liked the feeling of power the beautiful Mustang gave her.
Grabbing the clutch after starting the car, she pulled the door closed, and put it in reverse. Pulling out into the empty street, she fished through her messanger bag again, dragging out a mixed cd of her faveorite music. She gently pushed the plastic disc into the cd player, pressing play. Her favorite song began to play; Seishun Kyousoukyoku by Sanbomaster. Turning the volume up really loud, Yuki sped off toward Konoha High, singing the lyrics to her song.
Turning left, she was forced to stop at a just-turned-red light, stopping beside an equally beautiful silver '07 Mustang. Staring at the marvelous car in awe, she payed no attention to its driver. The car was that beautiful. A flash of green and the awe struck girl hit the gas pedal, taking off at 80 mph. She grinned, baring her straight and white teeth, showing her competative side.
A right turn, onto a busy street, and Yuki was surrounded by her classmates, all heading the same direction. Neon orange and sky blue ripped across the sides of a familiar blond boy's motercycle. A Harley? Maybe.
Realistic ravens seemed to tear across the sides of another fimiliar person's motercycle; a jet black Bugatti was stopped just in front of them, it belonged to Neji, Yuki remembered; bloody and sandy paint splattered across a childhood friend's beautiful '09 Lamborghini, now that's speed; and we could go on forever, but it'd get boring. She gazed at everyone's hot rides in awe, like she always did if she saw something she liked.
The light turned green and everyone continued their trek to the high school. Everyone was driving under-age. But the mayor of Konoha passed a law that high school students could drive if no one else could drive them to the school. Her song ended, jerking her away from her thoughts. A different one began to play; Colors by Flow, another one of her favorites.
Yuki found herself following close behind a silver Mustang with the plates saying 'Dog-Boy.' She rolled her eyes, huffing at the idiotic driver ahead of her. She knew who it was, but didn't dare think his name. Finding an opening, she pulled into the next lane, hitting the gas again to speed up and level with the silver Mustang.
Her forehead creased as she concentrated on not driving through a stop sighn or any red lights, still keeping her car in sync with the newer, silver model. The school soon came into view, much to her disapproval. "Ugh. Great. Now I hAvE to deal with my stupid fans," she growled, turning into the parking lot in front of the school.
A gold Jeep was driving slowly towards an empty parking space. Much to driver's disappointment, Yuki stole it, unconscious of their presence. Pulling the key out of the ignition, she popped the door open, stepping out with a focused look on her face. Stray pebbles crunched against the asphalt under her Converse-clad, size 7 feet. Pressing the door closed, trying as hard as possible not to damage her father's (and hers) beautiful, sparkling, icey blue classic Mustang.
Finally stepping away, Yuki found herself face to face with a blond. His eyes were an amazing shade of sapphire. An impossibly wide grin spread across his face as he greeted her.
"Hey! Long time, no see, Yuki-san!" he said, his voice full of happiness and sincerity.
"Sup, Naruto-kun?" she replied blandly, feeling the boy's arms being thrown around her.
"Dobe, get off her or you'll suffocate her." A very annoyingly blunt voice joined the two. Yuki sighed, rolling her eyes at the too-confident Uchiha.
"Oh... R-right. Sorry, Yuki," Naruto said, backing off and scratching the back of his blond head nervously.
She quirked an eyebrow, ticked off by her two friends. "It's too early to deal with the King of Emo and Mr. Irritatingly Happy. WAY too early." Pushing past a confused Naruto and an equally irritated Sasuke, she continued to traverse through the maze of cars and other teens.
Making her way up the hill, she entered the school building, letting out another tired sigh. "I hate school..." she hissed, forcing herself to continue on to her locker on the second floor. Taking her sweet time walking up the crowded stairs, she wasn't surprised at all that her fans hadn't chased her through the school yet. She was relieved.
Stepping down the wide, crowded hall, Yuki arrived at her purple locker with a yawn. "It's too early for this..." She hung her head for a few minutes. Jerking it back up, she punched in the locker combo she received a week ago. 46-12-7. It instantly swung open, revealing nothing but two old text books and a few band stickers. "How gay."
Sliding her customized binders out of her messanger bag, Yuki tossed the bag into the locker, slamming it shut. She yawned as she pulled out her schedule. "Let's see..." Analyzing the piece of paper, her eyebrows furrowed. "Gym... is my first period class? You've got to be fucking kidding me." She hissed at the thought of having the stupidest class for her fIrSt class.
Heading back toward the stairs, knowing where the gym was having taken the tour of the school six times during August, Yuki growled at how much time she had untill school actually started. But she kept padding toward her first class, trying to come up with an excuse not to paricipate. The large, red characters for 'gym' were painted on a white wall. She stepped around the corner, following a black-haired, timid girl into the girl's locker room.
Plopping into one of the blue, velvet chairs, Yuki unzipped her pencil bag, yanking out an Ace bandage and began to wrap it around her left hand and forearm. A fake injury was her escuse not to participate in gym. Ingenious.
A shadow loomed over her. "Hey, Yuki-san!" a cheerful voice greeted. She looked up into the soft green eyes of Haruno Sakura, and smiled. Being a popular girl, Yuki had many friends, but none as good as Sakura or Amaye. They were closer than Chouji was to food. And that's an understatement.
"Hey, Sakura-san. How was your summer?" she asked, nearly begging for a good catch up session with her best friend. They had spent so much time apart, that Yuki wondered if it would effect their friendship.
"Oh, I went to the beach with Naruto, Sasuke, Hinata, and Ino. Pretty much spent the summer there. How 'bout you?" Sakura replied, her rosette hair falling into Yuki's face.
"I mostly sleapt."
"Is that why they call you 'Sleeper?'" she pondered.
"I guess," Yuki said, finishing with her Ace bandage, not entirely understanding where her friend got 'Sleeper' from. She playfully nudged Sakura. "It's been a while, ne?"
"Too long." Sakura draped her arm across Yuki's shoulder. "Hey, let's go mingle. You look like you need to."
"Hehe. You're a funny one. It's too early to deal with the Bug or the Lazy Bum or Pig or Mr. Sandman or anyone else." Yuki crossed her arms in defiance, puffing her lip out.
"But it's not too early to deal with me, ne?"
"You're my closest friend! It's never too early." She smiled, making an effort to reassure Sakura. "'Sides, I can mingle with everyone next period. I have Algebra. And EvErYoNe is in that stupid class."
"True enough. But I want you to mingle. I'm determined to find you your first boyfriend today!" Sakura exclaimed, her inner self probably going nuts from that need to help a gal pal.
"Jumping the gun a bit too quick, ne, Sakura?" Yuki lifted her arms in mock surrender, almost cowering in her best friend's excitement.
"No! I'll find you someone!" She was practically yelling.
"Calm yourself, Sakura!" Yuki yelled back, a smile spreading across her beautiful and slightly tanned face.
Fuming, the pink-haired of the duo calmed down a little. "So... How about you and Kiba-kun?" Sakura wondered.
"We weren't ever together. So I don't know what you're talking about," Yuki replied, looking away and into the mirror the duo stood in front of. She scrutinized herself absent-mindedly. She didn't want to think about the mutt.
"Yeah you were. I don't know what you're smokin'." Sakura grinned, linking her arm with Yuki's, pulling out a bright pink brand new camera. "Smile!"
"I don't remember you being this flamboyent... or dense," Yuki muttered through her shining smile. Standing close to Sakura, she saw the flash of light as she took the picture.
"Puttin' this one on MySpace!" Sakura continued to grin.
"Sakura-saaaaaan, you're so daft," Yuki giggled as the bell rang. The clock ticked as if it was impatient; Sakura turned the corner to change into her gym uniform, as did the rest of the girls; she continued to sit innocently in her velvet seat with her bandaged arm.
A woman, sporting a white muscle shirt and black baggy sweat pants, stepped into the locker room, black hair resting past her shoulders and red eyes becoming a piercing stare. She held a blue clip-board, glancing around at the students clad in their black and white gym uniforms. "So tHiS is the female half of my class, ne?" The woman rolled her intense red eyes.
"She's a bitch," someone whispered, followed by a tiny giggle.
The woman's glare scored the class of adolescent girls. "My name is Yuuhi Kerenai. I am your gym teacher. Address me as Kurenai-sensei." Her hiss made everyone blink a few times, even Yuki, who was still sitting innocently in the blue chair.
"Why aren't you dressed out?" Kurenai growled, pointing a finger at the purple-haired, 5'4" girl.
"Injury." Yuki poked at her right arm. She cringed as the woman stepped toward her, placing a hand on her trembling shoulder. She didn't know why she was suddenly scared of her gym instructor. It was probably the knowledge of how strong and skilled the woman may be that frightened her; or maybe it was the piercing red glare; she didn't know.
"You can hang out here or come out to the gym and watch," Kurenai told her, letting go and exiting the locker room, followed by hormonal high school girls. Making a quick decision, Yuki padded after them, finding herself in the biggest gym she's ever seen. There was a climbing wall clinging to the east wall; a net hanging from the cieling, connecting to a huge, thick mat to cushion a fall; ropes also connected to the cieling; a difficult obstacle course on the west side of the gym; it was like a gymnast/athlete paradise. Thank God she wasn't participating.
Boys filed into the enourmous gym, each wearing black sweatpants and white muscle shirts. The girls wore tank tops and black shorts, Yuki observed, trailing after the rosette locks of one of her two best gal pals. "Hey, Sakura! Wait up," she howled, racing up to the uniformed girl.
"Oi! You're a loud one," Sakura hissed playfully, brushing the purple hair out of Yuki's eye. "And you shouldn't hide your face. You look prettier without your hair falling into your eye." She smiled.
"It's just the way it falls and I'm too lazy to fix it," Yuki smiled, suddenly wondering where Amaye was. She was the third and last member of the extremely popular trio known as the Powerpuff Girls. They were called that since Sakura strongly resembled Bubbles and all her daftness, since Amaye was just a smarter version of Buttercup, and Since Yuki was the intelligent, sensetive, and not-so-bloodthirsty leader that seemed to eminate a Blossum. The trio hated the group nickname other students had pinned to them. No. They loathed it.
"Female version of Shika, tsk tsk tsk."
Ignoring her comment, Yuki relayed a thought. "Where's Amaye?"
"She has Art for her first class. Lucky bitch." Sakura crossed her arms behind her head in a stretch. Sartorius stretch right after, and so on. Her gaze was fixed on a boy with messy coffee brown hair and distinctly muscled, tanned body.
"What're you distracted by now?" Yuki questioned, following Sakura's stare. Her eyes came to rest o6'tanne tanned boy laughing with Naruto and Sasuke a few yards away. She noticed two reddish-violet triangular marks tattooed onto his cheeks.
Thoughts: Kiba. That's Inuzuka Kiba. Kiba, Kiba, Kiba. Dog-boy. Puppy. Mutt. Dog-breath. Mutt-face. Love. Honey. Bunny. Dear. Why am I thinking about him? He shouldn't be my main focus anymore. But... his appearrance. It's changed drastically and that boyish grin... Argh! Shut up, shut up, shut up, you Baka! He's not for you anymore. You two have long since gotten over each other. Ancient history. End of story. Quit thinking about him. Puppy...
She couldn't help but stare at his may-as-well-be-carved-from-marble figure. He was just that amazing to look at. Spacng out after the war she had with herself, Yuki tried to slow her breathing. Seeing Kiba pretty much gave her a heart attack.
"You like what you see, ne, Yuki?" Sakura laughed, gently pushing her friend. "Someone's still fawning over the Mutt."
She sighed, giving in. "Maybe. I don't know." Crossing her arms over her still wonderfully developed chest, Yuki tore her gaze off the tantalizing, animal-loving Kiba. "He's... a bit too... uh... um... different," she muttered, wishing that she could change classes.
"Why don't you go talk to him? You look like you could use a good catching up convo," Sakura said blandly, shoving Yuki towards the laughing trio of boys.
"If this goes wrong, I will kill you," Yuki seethed, padding toward the lolly-gagging boys. Sneaking up behind Naruto, she tapped on his shoulder.
"Hey, uh, sorry for being so bitchy this morning." Apologizing to Naruto as an excuse to join their conversation wasn't a bad idea.
He spun around with a grin planted firmly on his face, a smile in his sapphire eyes. "Nah, Yuki-san. It's all good. I'm sorry for damn near suffocating you."
She felt Sasuke's bored glare and Kiba's thoughtful glance burn into her skin. "I apologize to you, too, Sasuke." All was going according to plan as she grinned apologetically.
"It's okay." His voice was flat, a smirk etched onto his lips.
"If you say so." A minute passed by. Only one boring minute. Then Naruto wrapped Yuki in a bone crushing hug.
"Man, it's been forever!" He lifted her a foot above the ground.
"Dude... Can't... Breathe..." she spluttered back, feeling her rib cage's decision to give in if this goes on for much longer. Her un-matching eyes almost seemed to pop out from the super-hug.
"That's enough, Naruto," Kiba growled, his voice deep and cocky. And very, very appealing.
"Ah... Sorry, again, Yuki." Naruto's arms released her from his grasp.
Yuki wheezed as she gripped her sides, hunching over. "No. It's... It's okay, hun." Every other student was either occupying themselves with the net or the obstacle course, leaving the three boys and one girl to decide what they wanted to do.
"You okay?" Kiba asked, hiding his concern with a sarcastic tone.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," she huffed, still gripping her sides, letting a fake grin play across her lips. Regaining her composure, she let out a sharp sigh. "So how were your summers?" she asked coyly, already knowing what Naruto and Sasuke had done.
"Me and Sasuke went to the beach with Sakura and Ino and Hinata." Naruto grinned, blushing at the girl's name he deliberately saved for last.
"Really, now?"
"Yeah," Sasuke growled, glaring at a red-faced Naruto. "Dobe over here tried making some moves."
Yuki smiled at this, trying to force a laugh from exploding. Naruto was always so dumb. "I bet that made you so jealous, Sasuke. And you, Kiba?" She didn't mean to ask. She just let it roll out to keep herself from cracking up, and stopped smiling, resulting in a flat and spaced out line.
Kiba pursed his lips, taking his sweet time with his reply. Finally, after two minutes of conjuring, he grinned, knowing that he was irritating Yuki. "Oh nothing much. Pretty much just hung out with other girls."
Thoughts: Well, that's okay. I spent my stupid summer alone. Without Sakura or Amaye or Gaara or anyone else for that fucking matter. I sure feel just peachy.
"That's... nice? I spent my summer in my bed. Alone," she spat, unconscious of her seemingly pissed off tone. Doubling back, she cleared her throat and glanced at the clock. The smaller hand pointed to the 8 and the bigger hand pointed at the 6. 8:30 in the morning.
"Sounds fun," he growled back.
Yuki couldn't stop herself from tightly clenching her hands into fists. "Well it was amazing talking to you guys but I really should go get Kurenai-sensei to check out my wrist," she sarcastically hissed over her shoulder as she turned away, making sure that her right arm was clearly visible.
Thoughts: Whatever. I don't care. His dumbass can sleep around with random girls. I don't fucking care. I'll just hang out by myself. I don't want your pity; I don't want your anything... But would it kill you to not rub anything in my face?...Would you care if I left?
Stomping over to Kurenai, who was giving some random kid a lecture about his health, Yuki tapped her fingers on the black-haired older lady's shoulder.
"Hai?" she said, spinning around to face the purple headed girl.
A look of utter defeat and regret rippled across the poor teen's face. "Could you look at my wrist? It hurts really bad." She hung her head, trying not to make eye contact. Unwrapping her cramped arm, she showed Kurenai how reddish and bluish it was becoming.
"Okay..." Kurenai gently gripped the limb, checking for bruises and scars, finding nothing. "Well... It's a little swollen. You won't have to go to the nurse." A pause. "Is there something else that you might want to get off your chest, Yuki-chan?"
The younger of the two rewrapped her blue and red wrist, gazing up at the older woman. Tears soon welled up in Yuki's eyes. She thought too much about how alone she was during the summer and how rude Kiba was being. "No," she choked out.
"Liar." Kurenai draped her arms around Yuki, trying to comfort her. "What's wrong, kid?"
"Relationship problems." Her voice was high pitched and tired, making her seem weak and pathetic. She hoped the boys could see her. It just might possibly make them care.
"Come with me. We'll talk in my, um, office," the elder woman said, guiding Yuki toward a door with Yuuhi Kurenai engraved into it. Unlocking the door, she pulled a red velvet chair up for her, welcoming her to take a seat.
Yuki collapsed into the velvet, letting her disappointed tears spill over.
"What happened?"
"I really liked this guy, but something happened between us and we kinda drifted apart and I went up to him and my other two guy friends to chit-chat and catch up. We talked about our summers and all he did was 'hang out' with other girls, basically rubbing it in my face, which made me furious. I don't know why but it did. I hissed at him that I spent my summer alone. Which I did. Ugh. I just don't know who he is anymore. Nothing I just said made any sense!" Yuki hid her face with her hands, wanting to stop the irritating flow of tears. But a soft tap on the office door jerked her head up.
"Miss Yuuhi-- I mean Kurenai-sensei?" It was Kiba's tantalizing voice.
"Yes? I'm in the middle of a talk here. What do you want?" Kurenai growled. Yuki thought the woman was near menopause as she glared out of the corner of her burning eyes at Kiba, holding her supposed-to-be-spreighned wrist.
"Uh... Naruto just kinda, um, hurt himself." He sounded like he had a smile planted on his face, but he didn't.
"Ugh. That idiot gets into trouble before school, during, and after." The older woman sighed and stood up, exiting the room.
Yuki continued to sit where she was, wiping the angry tears from her eyes, her gaze pulling away from Kiba. She let out a long breath, glanced at the clock to see it was almost nine, which is when the class was going to end, and sneezed.
A tissue dangled in her eyes, courtesy of Kiba. Confused, the broken girl pried it from his grasp, wiping her nose and sneezing again.
"You okay?" he asked, letting in a seductive purr.
"Just fucking peachy." Yuki glared up at the dog-lover, hoping that her emotions wouldn't force her to say something she didn't want to or say what wasn't necessary.
"Oh? You're lying." A cocky edge entered his voice.
"Considering the fact that you were standing by the door the whole time, I'd bet that you already know. Now, if you could be so kind as to let me leave?" she spat, standing up and turning around to face Kiba.
"Maybe I did evesdrop. But let's say I didn't." The tanned and muscle toned boy stepped out of the doorway, allowing the smaller girl to pad gingerly past.
"I wouldn't tell you." She limped over to the locker room door, hoping to retrieve her binders and head out before class was over.
"Why not?" His breath tickled Yuki's ear.
"It's not like you'd care." Shouldering through the door, she scooped up her things, leaving Kiba alone with everyone else in the gymnasium. The tear-stained girl started walking toward the stairs leading to the second floor a full minute before first period was over.
Thoughts: It's not like it matters, anyway. There aren't any security guards roaming the halls and there aren't any camera's to keep track of us students. So I guess I'm home free. Lucky me.
She was already at the door of her Algebra class, staring down the bell, leaning up against the wall beside the door, hearing the bell clang loudly and quickly. Nine o' clock on the dot and she was in, standing at the front of the completely empty room, alone. "Why am I alone wherever I go?" she growled.
"What makes you think you're alone?" a familiar flat voice questioned.
Spinning around to face a short girl, whom had spikey purple and black hair that barely reached passed her jaw line and red eyes, Yuki smiled at her other best friend. "Oh, Amaye, it's been too long," she said, her voice seeming a bit sexy, which didn't make any sense. Shrugging that disturbing thought off, Yuki flung her arms around the shorter girl, ecstatic to see her friend.
"Hey! Easy, girl! It's not a make out session, jeeze!" Amaye laughed, smiling, returning with a fierce hug. "Oh shit. Wait. I forgot about your lungs!" she said, loosening her arms, remembering her friend's asthma.
"Oh, no worries." Yuki smiled, pulling her inhaler out of her partially unzipped purple pencil bag.
"Aw! You guys started the hug without me! Bitches..." a brooding Sakura stated, frowning out of disappointment. She stood in the doorway.
"Well, hurry up and join in before class starts, my daft little girl!" Amaye howled excitedly. "Hehe. The Powerpuff Girls are back!"
Yuki stopped hugging, glaring at her purple-headed best friend. "That stupid fucking nickname... If you ever say it again, I. Will. Brutally. Murder. You," she hissed with a smirk.
"I'd like to see you try, bitch!" Amaye spat back. Everyone was back to their old antics. Yuki's eyes were like icey daggers; Amaye's eyes were like burning bodies, to put it lightly. Sakura tried to break it up.
"Grrr. Watch me, midget!" Yuki howled, grabbing the smaller girl's left arm and throwing her small, flailing body to the other side of the room. She huffed, breathing hard, feeling herself become considerably weaker. Watching intently as Amaye flung herself from the wrecked desks in the back, she dodged a metal pole that was being brought down quickly. But, much to her disliking, Amaye spun around, shifting her grip on the it, slamming the shaft of the pole into Yuki's gut.
The taller of the two grunted from the pain, reaching out for the pole. With her sudden grab a success, she jerked the pole out of Amaye's hands and lifted it above her own head, ready to force it down on her friend's head.
But two arms quickly wrapped around Yuki's waist, shocking her into dropping the small, aluminum pole. It slid out of her hands, slipping between her and her hugger, finally hitting the tile floor with a loud, ping-like clang.
"Must you be so violent, Yuki-san?" It was Kiba's husky, seductive voice.
"Let. Me. Go," she hissed, watching her two best friends stare back with astonished expressions, trying to resist the person holding onto her and want to return a fierce hug.
Thoughts: What in the fuck is he doing here? If he doesn't let go of me now, I will be forced to kick his ass. I want no attention from him. I want nothing to do with him. He rubbed everything in my face earlier. You have no idea how much that hurt. Though I'm not sure why it did. But I don't care. His ass is going down if he doesn't let me go, dammit!
"Dude... You and that Inuzuka kid are still goin' at it?" Amaye twitched, backing up into a disgruntled redhead with light sea foam eyes.
"Wow." The equally short newcomer stepped closer to Amaye, basically walking into her collapse.
"Hehe... Hey, Gaara," she grinned nervously, scratching the back of her head out of embarrassment. The redhead nodded his greeting.
"No. We are not," Yuki growled, waving her hand Gaara, welcoming him onto the scene. "Are you and Mr. Sandman still 'going at it?'" she shot back, winking her apology for dragging him into their quarrel.
"Hey! We never were! So shut up, dumbass!" Amaye shouted, tensing arms in preperation for a hard punch to Yuki.
"Why don't you, midget!" Yuki struggled free from Kiba's warm entrapment, leaning over to level with the 4'7" girl.
"Bring it, bitch!" And so began a ten second fight between a midget and an asthmatic. Yuki brought her leg down on her opponent's equally purple head, recieving a harsh blow to the chest that sent her falling into Kiba's arms. Wihout hesitating, she lunged, picking up the aluminum pole and whacking her pal across the face with it.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ladies! Break it up!" barked Naruto, who had just entered the room. He wedged his arms between the two pained girls, sending them into the two guys they liked: Kiba and Gaara.
Yuki winced, wheezing from the so very extremely strong blow to her chest. Pulling herself up, right arm gripping her left side, left hand occupied by the aluminum pole, she grinned at Amaye.
"You may of won the battle, Yuki, but you havn't won the war." Amaye smiled, trying to hide the pain to the best of her ability.
"We'll see about that." They spoke quickly, not allowing anyone to say anything except each other. "Let me go, Mutt-breath!" She tore away from a cocky and possessive Kiba, huffing from the pain in her lungs as the bell rang. No teacher. Just a few students that Yuki could identify as her friends: a still disgruntled Gaara, a shocked Naruto, a yawning Shikamaru, a spaced out Sasuke, hard breathing Amaye, frightened Sakura, and timid little Hinata.
"Dude, that was awesome but shouldn't you two go see the nurse?" Naruto questioned, concerned for the two polar opposite yet nearly identical purple-headed girls.
"No. We'll be fine, so long as our little Yuki has her inhaler," Amaye said, chuckling at a coughing Yuki as she shot her hand out, reaching for the inhaler in her pencil bag. Failing.
"Hand me... my goddamn... inhaler... dammit," she rasped in between wheezes and harsh coughs. A nicely tanned hand grabbed it and held it up to Yuki's mouth, squeezing it a little to allow a spray of bad tasting medicine into her mouth. Her coughing and wheezing ceased as she inhaled the medicine. "Thanks," she said, breathing deeply and then normally.
"Mmhmm," Kiba hummed, letting Yuki go search for her binders that had been chucked somewhere in the excitement. As soon as she found them, a man with a messed up, spikey, silver hairdo entered the room.
"Sorry, I'm late. Ran into some problems," he said blandly.
"Liar." Yuki's voice echoed in the now silent room.
"Oh, fine. I slept in and I walked here, no thanks to you taking my car, kid. What do you want from me?" Kakashi shrugged, wearing a green vest and a black long-sleeved shirt underneath, followed by black straight-leg jeans.
"Your car."
"Beautiful piece of American muscle, ne?" he grinned.
"Duh," Yuki replied.
"Well let's get class started." He pulled out a green clip-board, glancing at the papers clipped to it. "Two to a group, kiddies. And whoever you sit next to this term, is your partner for the rest of the school year, no matter where you sit next term. Oh, and this is your homeroom." A sly grin was planted firmly on his flawless, 28-year-old skin.
Yuki sighed, leaning up against the podium she refused to acknowledge when she walked in. "Here we go..." she muttered.
"Kusunagi Yuki, you sit at the far left seat in the front by the windows. And next to you sits Inuzuka Kiba." He paused in between the two sentences, letting the second one soak into his daughter's fragile mind.
Her two-colored eyes widened impossibly.
Thoughts: That teme! He's so dead when we get home. Ugh. God fucking dammit! Mutt-breath is my partner for the rest of freshman year! Sniffle... I'm screwed both mentally and emotionally. Fuck my life.
She padded painfully toward her window seat, feeling as though she were being set ablaze. Everyone watched, no one really paying attention untill their names were being called in turn. Sakura and Amaye travelled to the seats behind the irritated Yuki and blank-faced Kiba.
"Oh, c'mon, Yuki. Sitting next to someone you like couldn't be all bad," Amaye's shortness taunted.
"Want me to kick your ass AgAiN, midget? I won't hold back this time," Yuki hissed, facing the closed window, turning her back on the relaxed mutt beside her. She glared at the shorter girl from the corner of her eye.
"Bitch, please." She continued to taunt.
"Oh, dear. Now that everyone's back to their usual antics, I'm not sure if anyone will survive today," Sakura whispered to herself as Gaara and lazy Shikamaru sat behind them, followed by Naruto and Sasuke. The blond and raven-haired boys stared daggers at each other.
Thoughts: Who are they trying to kid? Everyone knows that they're like, best of the best best friends or they have a thing for each other. Tch. Those are my boys. They hide everything from everyone so that they don't seem weak or anything and especially to each other. I love them even though they're total idiotic dumbasses. Thank God I've been able to keep mind off of that mutt sitting beside me. Dammit! I brought him up. Fuuuuuuck, man.
Spinning to face front, Yuki cursed herself for deliberately thinking about the dog next to her. Combing her fingers through her purple and platinum bangs, she uttered a sigh, glancing through her hair at the absent-minded, may-as-well-be-carved-from-marble, coffee haired boy she was being forced to be partners with no matter who she sat with in future terms.
"Really, what's so bad about me, anyways?" he questioned, crossing his arms behind his head and closing his chocolate eyes while he thought.
"Well, to start, you're a jerk, a very very painfully attractive jerk. And you rub everything in my face," Yuki mumbled quietly, hanging her head. Kakashi continued to place people in their seats with their partners.
"Hm? What was that?" the cocky dog asked with that seductively edged voice of his. He grinned, baring his glistening white fangs, staring at Yuki.
"I refuse to say it again." Being a bit bitchy now.
"Oh, c'mon, please?" Kiba's puppy-dog whine always got under the girl's skin and he knew it.
"Ugh. You're a demanding jerk, an unfortunately and very very painfully attractive jerk with a serious pride issue." Yuki glared back at the cocky and content mutt beside her, the bangs that were supposed to cover the right side of her face now pinned behind her unpierced ear.
"Oh?" he said coyly. "Well, you're not too bad lookin' either."
Thoughts: Where did the asshole I saw in you today go? On fucking vacation? What the fuck is up with him? He's showing his old self. That prick. And he's crawling in my skin. And the bastard fucking knows it, too.
"You are a sin to look at, I'll tell you that much." His grin made Yuki nervous, making her turn away and hide the faint shade of pink rising up to her porcelain cheeks.
"You don't play fair." Referring to everything Kiba's said all day, she glared at her purple personalized binders. "You know practically everything about me and you utilize it to the best of your ability. Which isn't fucking fair." Her growl indicated that she was obviously nervous.
"I always knew how to get under your skin, regardless of if I knew anything or not," he replied, pushing her damn near over the edge.
Thoughts: Why must you torture me like this? This isn't fair and it kinda hurts. Stop it. Why is your voice so tantalizing and seductive? You're not supposed to sound like that at age 14, you idiot. You're not playing fair at all.
