Edited 8/1/14
'Who the hell is touching me?' I thought lazily. As my eyes fluttered open I realized I was thrown over someone's shoulder and 'we' were walking down a street.
"Put me down. I can walk you know." I mumbled while trying to get off the person's shoulder. Said person just readjusted me and carried on his/her way. People looked at us as we passed but kept walking none the less. Deciding to trust the fact that no one was making an effort to stop the person I decided that either: one, this happens everyday; two, no one cares to help a sleeping person being carried by some random person or three, the random street people trust the person carrying me.
As we walked I came to the conclusion that I was being carried by a dude. The reason for this decision? Well for one thing he wasn't walking like a girl would and, for another, lots, and I do mean lots, of girls were staring with hearts in there eyes and blushing. So it's either a dude or a very guy looking girl.
I finally got bored counting the number of food stands we pasted and decided to figure out who was carrying me.
Looking over my own shoulder I spotted silvery colored hair that leaned to the left but stood on end. On the side of their face I made out what might be a blue mask covering the lower part of their face. That's about all I could see but I was enough for me to remember my little conversation from the night before.
For the rest of the way to... umm... I don't know... Well where ever the person was taking me I just swore under my breath like I've never sworn before and cursed anything and everything I could. I could feel the person's shoulders shaking from silent laughter at my rant. By the time they were chuckling under their breath I'd cursed everything from the bird that almost did it's business on my head to the random old lady that called me cute. Well, Needless to say, that old lady was not happy when she heard my very large vocabulary. Well with the friend I'd had at my old school you learn swears quickly and remember them. The bird that tried to use my head as a bathroom is now a couple feathers lighter as well...
After a while the man was going up and I realized we were now inside a building and going up some stairs. At the top of the stairs the man rounded corners and I couldn't help but ask, "You're not lost are you? 'Cause if you are I'll kick you've sorry butt into next year and back."
The man just chuckled lightly and responded with, "No, I'm not lost." And left it at that. Two turns later and he came to a stop in front of a door. Instead of doing the instinctive thing called knocking, he just walked in and said, "Sorry I'm late. The kid almost killed a bird and swore out an elderly woman."
"Geez... Now you've blaming you're lateness on a sleeping kid?" I heard a guy voice ask in a bored, lame tone.
"Actually, " I interjected holding up my hand, "I'm awake and I did almost kill a bird and I did swear out an old lady. By the way random dude, a kid is a goat. I am a child." I stated smugly.
"Wow... For once his excuse is true..." Some lady voice said in awe.
Wiggling slightly I asked, "Now can you put me down? This is very uncomfortable you know!"
A small chuckle could be heard and the next thing you know I'm flat on my back staring at the ceiling in a star shape.
After a couple minute of looking at random knots in the wood someone cleared their throat and then did it again and again. Five minutes of throat clearing later I look up and comment, "You should really get that checked out." Before going back to studying the knots in the wood.
So far I found 10 and a half. The half was where the wood was cut through one of the knots. I wonder what kind of tree it used to be? Oak? Pine? Maybe maple?
"-u okay?" I heard the female voice ask.
"What?" I asked looking towards the voice. The woman was around her late twenties with black hair and red eyes. She wore a dress like thing that might have been made from fabric strips.
'What'd I miss now?!' I thought
"I asked if you were okay. You've been staring at the ceiling for 10 minutes now." She repeated
"Oops... I'm fine." I said before continuing to stare at the wood, this time counting the rings in the wood.
"What are you doing?" Came a bored male voice. Looking at them I couldn't figure out which had spoken.
Returning to my ring counting I responded, "Being a star." I bet I can guess the question running through their heads! It's: 'What the hell is wrong with her?'! And as If to prove my point one of the guys voiced my self betted question.
"Is there something wrong with you?"
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Me) How many people noticed the underscore?
Kim) Probably none. They all probably didn't even see it.
Me) Geez Kim thanks for that <.<
Kim) Welcome^_^
Me) Shut it
Kim) Cate doesn't own Naruto because if she did the anime and manga probably wouldn't exist. Cate does however own her parts of the plot and OCs.
Me) Bye Bye*gives closed eyed smile and Gin wave* ^.^
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FanfictionKim + Naruto world = Mysteries, Secrets, reunions and, in all, emotions gone crazy! :) Naw! JK 'bout the emotions thing. Enjoy:)