Strawberries (A Naruto Fanfic)

Chapter 11: Mysterious Interruption

Author's Note

Forgive me but, I like to take breaks too. Last chapter was up a little later than I would have liked it to be but, it was my fault because I like to procrastinate, apparently. Anyway, so far I like the way this story is coming along. The change in Naruto/Menma's character is different for not only me but, for you all too. I feel like it may be making you feel a little weird reading a story based on Naruto where the, "main character" acts OOC. Well, all I have to say is: You opened this story and chose to read it, you can choose to close it and move on as well. Review, Fav, Follow, whatever you want. Just enjoy, 'kay?!

Asexuality: A person with no feelings for any gender or of sexual attraction. (Just thought I'd put that up if you didn't know since it was mentioned in the last chapter)

Disclaimer= It gets reallll old saying this over and over in each chapter. This is why I don't do it in each chapter. Useless but no, I don't own Naruto or any of it's characters. Just mine ^-^

There was a erratic pattern of tapping at my window the next morning.

The first few times I hear it, I choose to ignore it and tried to fall back asleep. But it after a while, it was becoming overly irritating.

I sat up on my bed, facing the window and yanked it open:

"Could you find someone else's life to bother, you idiot?!"

No reply. Just muffled giggles.

Blinded by my fury, I didn't look closely at the cause or I guess you could say the person, of my anger. To no surprise, it just happened to be Furea, covering her mouth and laughing, while slowly lowering her other arm from an aiming position, pebble in hand. (She threw those pebbles so fast!)

"Someone's grumpy in the morn'," she poked fun.

I was livid, my face scorching hot and tainted red in rage. Without any further words, I slammed my window shut leaving Furea to have a larger outburst of laughs than prior.

Thinking about it now, the whole situation was rather cliche; I mean with the, "Pebble Being Thrown At Your Window By A Person Of Another Gender Scenario."

Wait wasn't it supposed to be the other way around?

I shook my head. Whatever, I was thinking too much of it. All that mattered was that I start getting ready for school now that I was fully awake thanks to Furea's antics.

I raise myself off my bed and start my weekly routine of preparing for school.

-SsssS-

30 minutes later, having finished taking a shower and getting dressed, I walked down the stairs that morning, heading to the kitchen for whatever breakfast I could hastily make.

I sure wasn't stomaching whatever breakfast my mother had made, (with strawberries apparently), today. The nauseating smell of the sickeningly-sweet fruit, wafted through the halls of the house, assaulting my nostrils in the process.

It was horrible. It reeked. It made my stomach churn.

...

But I was too distracted by other things to be bothered by it at the moment.

Distracted by voices, precisely, that sounded higher-pitched than mines, indicating that the voices were feminine, aside from my mother's.

The other voice was Furea.

As expected.

There were most likely only two ways that Furea could have gotten in: Either she knocked on the door, claiming she was walking with me to school together or my mother saw her outside and eagerly let her in. Based on the sound of my mother's voice, laced with familiarity, I'd go with the latter.