Why are you my Clarity?

Wow, that was gay

Title: Namida no Aya

Author: FemSolluxCaptor/Emma/Blake/girl-with-a-demon-crowbat-shriek

Chapter 3

Pages: 8 in Word Docs.

Recap: 

“I was wrong, so horribly wrong.” Namida’s eye twitched uncontrollably as she stared at the orange clad genin in front of her. Well, below her anyways. She was currently a 12 year old with short, red hair instead of mid-length black and gray eyes in place of her normal glowing silver. 

“Whadda ya mean?” Raising an eyebrow, she swung down, legs curled around the branch and hands behind her head, much like the said genin in front of her. This said genin was, of course, Naruto Uzamaki, as you all know. If you don’t, then just leave before I hurt you, please.

Namida entered the Academy, holding a forgery in her hand. After all, she had taken a loophole. The other documents didn’t really work for her now. Looking around, she took in the nostalgic sight; nothing had changed at all. Whether it was because they liked it or they hadn’t the funds to change, she was happy that it remained the same.

 Quietly, she knocked on the paper door separating her designated classroom from the hallway. She sighed and steeled herself as she heard the teacher, most presumably a chunin, walk towards the door.

 “I’m Masumi Murakami, pleased to meet you.” She may have added some chakra to enforce her words. She was going for the silent, deceptive, DO-NOT-APPROACH killer. But in her head, she thought, “I hate you all.”

Elsewhere in the village, nowhere really special as to remark about, she reappeared, fan in front of her face again, in case of Kakashi, But as they say, speak of the devil and he shall appear. In this case, speak of the pervert and he’ll wander from that corner over there.

 Masumi didn’t notice though, she actually nearly ran headfirst into her old friend. With a loud “WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK!?!?!?!?” she tumbled backwards, scowling.

 “Kakashi looked down, emotionlessly to look at her. She shot a glared right back before picking up her fan and walking the opposite direction.

 “Not gonna say sorry?” Her eye twitched terribly as she resist the urge to activate her latest sealing tattoo on him, “Oi, it’s rude to leave someone hanging.”

“And it’s rude to read porn on the middle of the street.” Masumi replied in a cool voice, not like the loud, *cough*normal*couch*, one from before. 

Kakashi’s face heated up. “And how would you know what this is?” Some part of her was honestly surprised that he was reading that in public, he never seemed the type. In fact, his whole personality seemed to have gone through some evil writer. 

“So you don’t deny it then?” Masumi had a tendency to avoid questions, meaning that it could go either way for her. The key to winning arguments is to distract your opponent’s mind.

“What?” She sent a hidden smirk and vanished again, this time into wind. She had no idea of how she did it. “Whim.” She decided. “That and some evil force up there.” She was, of course, almost completely correct. I’m actually slouched down here in hell writing this.

 Wondering what was up with him, she reappeared in her new apartment, as the old Chi complex would’ve been just a tad conspicuous. You know, just a tad.

Tossing the stupid fan aside, she collapsed onto her bed and let sleep overtake her. The world can just hold on a fucking minute.

By one fucking minute, I mean skip ahead to the exams, because I honestly just don’t have that sorta time. Who does? If the answer if you, I applaud you and highly recommend you go into writing as a career. That, or finish that homework pile next to you.