Strawberries (A Naruto Fanfic)

Chapter 4: Perfectly Rain

Author's Note

Not much to say on this chapter accept that this chapter was when I had a really big brain fart so bare with me if it's bad or boring. It will get better, that's what I am hoping for all of you. Also, did you know that Furea's name means flare in Japanese? That would mean her name: Furea Murasaki in Japanese would be pronounced Furea no Murasaki...I think it's cute but since I have to write this in English :( I have to take out the "no." You did not know that. Until now. Read, Review, Fav, Follow- do whatever you wondrous people do. And if you can, enjoy.

Disclaimer= How dare you accuse me of such a thing! As average a writer I am, I'm pretty sure you and I know that I don't own any characters from Naruto in here or Naruto itself. The show itself is too good for me.

I'm in my room finishing up my homework when I get the idea. It just pops up randomly, as I put my pen down, and it shocks even me.

I should call Furea.

Wait, what?

Coming out of my shock quickly, I shake my head. Obviously, there's something wrong with me. This isn't one of those cheesy, repetitive fanfics where the main character falls in love with the girl or boy after just looking at them. This is reality. Why would I want to call a girl whom I barely know, who's had previous cases of stalking me, and worst of all, smells like freaking strawberries?

She's just a girl... right?

But that dreadful idea is gnawing at the side of my brain, seeming to repeat over and over that I should call this girl. And it doesn't help that I'm the slightest bit curious to find out more about her. I sigh and rub at my temples. The headache that started to form at the end of detention still resides and worsens the more I focus on something for too long. Deciding to get my mind off these ideas, I head downstairs to watch something on T.V. in our living room.

My family aren't rich people. We manage well, so maybe one could consider us middle-class rich. It's never mattered to me. The exterior and interior of our house aren't extravagant, but with my parents' personalities, they aren't too plain, either. And I'm okay with that.

I sit down on our odd-shade-of-blue couch, sinking into its comfort as I stretch my legs over the side. As soon as I'm comfortable, my eyes search the room looking for the remote. I curse under my breath as I see it on the television stand, far out of my reach. And I just got comfortable, too. Living is too much work sometimes.

I get up, quickly retrieving the remote and lying back down, enjoying my comfort again. But of course, my peace and comfort are disturbed once again... Living really is too much work.

My mother bursts through the front door of our house, completely soaked and dripping wet from head to toe. She is panting, making it obvious that she's been running to get out of the rain. Her red hair hangs limply around her, clinging to her face, and her work clothes hug her figure. She throws her bag into a corner of the room and growls.

"Freaking bastard weathermen," I manage to catch her say under her breath. She trudges upstairs, muttering a string of curses, the door to her room slamming behind her. I wince and then sigh. Seriously, I wish I could be lazy sometimes, just for once. Knowing that I have to clean up the mess she's brought in from the rain or else she'll nag at me and my dad about it later, I sigh again and go to get the mop from the kitchen.

All this sighing is going to result in my death from lack of air.

I grab the mop, head back to the living room and start cleaning up the trailing puddles of water my mom left.

As I mop, a realization hits me, and I mop faster in anticipation.

Rain.

Beautiful rain.

How much I love the rain.

The couch's coziness is nothing compared to the rain!

Finishing up hastily, I put the mop back in the kitchen and run up to my room, opening the window near my bed. I take a deep breath of the bittersweet aroma that is rain. It's perfect. The sun has set, and the sky is getting darker... absolutely perfect.

I climb out my window, standing up on the ledge, and I pull myself up on top of the window and grab onto the side of the roof. Thank God our house is short. Sitting on the roof while the rain pours down on me is like heaven.

I hoist myself up on the roof, easing down on the slant, and lie in a lounge-like position with my arms above my head for comfort. The cool drops of water hit my face and I start to smile. How could anyone not love this? The rain... the rain is so calming, yet rushing by, as drops continue to fall by the second. I sigh, knowing full well this is worth losing your breath for.

Hesitating, I reach up to touch the drops. The water stains my hands, running down my arms slightly. I let my hair soak and stick to my face, and shiver from the cold as the rain makes my clothes wet. But it's a good shiver. I've never loved being, "blissfully" ignorant or imaginative, but there are always some sweet parts to reality, like this. No matter what, if it rains I'm on the roof for the whole day until it stops or someone calls me in, disturbing my peace. My parents used to complain to me, saying I'd catch a cold and how it wasn't healthy, but soon they stopped, finding their efforts arguing with me in vain.

Sometimes I meditate. Sometimes I sit and think about what it would be like to be rain, how free I would feel, cool and calm.

I lie flat-out, closing my eyes and smiling, letting my thoughts engulf me. Sometimes I think about nothing... other times about school, or my friends or family. Oftentimes, random stuff that I've seen only once throughout the day.

Yet today...

Today I think about her.

Furea Murasaki.

I'm not startled by this, nor do I like it. It's considered another random thought passing through. But still, the rain gives off a different aura when the image of her passes through my mind.

It is somewhat friendly and sweet, too sweet to be rain, but it seems to fit in with the rain's calming feeling.

Rain opens up my eyes. Relaxing here in the rain while idly thinking of that girl seems to...

... fit perfectly.