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Chapter Twenty-Four

Sayuri was tired.

The bus she was supposed to take to bring her to the gates of Konoha (since she lived on the other side of the village with her brother) either a) left early or b) purposely ditched her. She wanted to take Kakashi's car and leave the car in some abandoned area as revenge, but opted not to--that would be too rude, she thought. Or maybe that's because I'm too nice.

So, Sayuri had to walk/jog to the gates, her luggage swinging behind her. It annoyed her to drag her backpack with her, since she could have made it to the gates in a much shorter time without the added weight. I could just throw away my clothes, she thought. And get new ones later.

But then she remembered she was nearly broke, so she held onto her luggage tighter.

The moment she made it to the gates, the guards decided to mockingly congratulate her. "Hey, she's finally leaving! Hope you cause chaos and mayhem wherever you go!"

Then, she had to walk all the way to the nearest train station, which was three miles away, and ignore all the gazes she received while riding on the train.

After she got off the train, she went to obtain her luggage, only to find out that the man who collected it accidentally misplaced it. And so, she had to search for over an hour and a half for her misplaced bags. She would have ditched her clothes and bought new ones, but there were two things stopping her:

1) She remembered once again that she was nearly broke, and it'd be impossible to buy new clothes, much less buy food (but that didn't matter to her, because her eating disorder prevented her from eating any meal).

2) Her prized possessions were inside one of the bags. They included the sketches, drawings, and paintings of her father (she didn't hesitate to bring it with her; Kakashi never cared about them anyways), and her sheet music. Although she had to sell her old violin to pay for rent a long time ago, she knew she'd buy another one in the future (if she had enough money).

Although Sayuri decided to abandon her life completely to start a new one, she decided to keep at least two pictures--she stole back the picture of her mother and kept one of the photos her father took of her and Kakashi when they were much, much younger. At least he didn't hate me then, she thought when she looked at the photo.

Once she finally found her bags, she was already late for the orientation at the college she was going to. I hate how inconsiderate people are, she thought as she darkly eyed the man who misplaced her belongings. They go out of their way just to make someone more miserable than they already are. They don't consider the feelings one would feel after being hurt by what they do or say--oh, how much passive violence has ruined the world.

But then another voice spoke in her head.
What the heck is wrong with you? You're being the inconsiderate one! You're whining and complaining about how rude people are, let's remind you how rude, inconsiderate, and bratty you are. You're just like them! Even worse!

Sayuri sighed as she sat on a nearby bench at the train station to take a break. She ignored the passersby giving her a puzzled look at her frustrated expression. Instead, she closed her eyes and counted her breaths.

One, two, three, four, five...

She hated whenever she did that--thought about something and then ended up reprimanding herself for doing or thinking of something so rude, stupid, or even impulsive.

Stressed out about the progress she's made in her new life and angry at herself, she got up, strapped her backpack on, grabbed her other luggage, and walked out of the train station. She was met with sand, so much sand.