𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘌𝘋𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘋 𝘓𝘌𝘎𝘈𝘊𝘠 | ⁿᵃʳᵘᵗᵒ

To Say Goodbye

TO SAY GOODBYE

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Asami sat under a tree towards the compound's outer walls, the afternoon sun warming her lower half and bare feet. Her sandals were kicked off beside her without much of a care as she thumbed through a book, dark eyes narrowed in concentration on the pages. Birds chirped overhead without a care in the world, a light summer breeze drifting through the branches.

Really, it would have been a nice day—that is, if it weren't for the pesky boy that liked to torment her on almost a daily basis.

The book was snatched from her hand and held up high, dangling it like out in front of her like it was a doggy treat. Kousuke Uchiha smirked at her, curly black hair wild and all over the place. The light wind only made his hair even messier and made him appear more mischievous. His face was a bit more sun-kissed than the rest of the clansmen, along with a single beauty mark under his right eye. Made him look quite unique, honestly.

"Give it back." Said Asami flatly as she held her hand out for him, not in the mood to play any games.

Since her father had left days ago, she wasn't much for a playful mood. Her worry was too prominent for her to let loose.

"Let me think..." Kousuke leaned forward, hair dangling over his eyes as he maintained eye contact with her. He folded his hands behind his back, book in one of them while the other was clasped around his wrist. He pursed his lips, seeming to be thinking for a moment, before lightly blowing into Asami's face, making her scrunch her nose. "No."

Asami rolled her eyes. "You're such a pest. I think you forget you're older than me sometimes, Kousuke-san, and that you're supposed to act like it."

"It's Kousuke-kun to you, Asami-chan! And while I may be older, that doesn't mean I can't have any fun with a cutie like you, now does it?" He tilted his head to the side innocently, flashing her a bright smile. His eyes crinkled at the corner from the sheer size of his grin.

Asami huffed, scowling at her clan mate.

Kousuke was the son of an advisor to Tajima, which in turn, allowed him to be in a bit of a cushier class within the clan. He hung around her and her cousins often and was good friends with Kano and Wataru, but for whatever reason, he liked to pay her special attention. Special attention, as in doing whatever he could to get a reaction out of the girl.

Asami was not fond of it.

He was only three or so years older than her. Eleven. Yet even though he was three years her senior, he still acted like he was no more than six. His immaturity irritated her to no end. Asami could have fun, and she could be silly, but he was plain aggravating.

"Now what are you reading anyway?" He plopped down on the ground, sitting crisscross. Pursing his lips, he opened the book to the first page. He read it for a moment before his nose crinkled in an animated manner. "What is this garbage?"

"It is not garbage." Hissed Asami, snatching it back from him. She held the book close to her, frown twitching at the corner of her lip as she eyed the dark-haired boy with a distasteful look. "It's a story of a female traveler, who helps those in need on her journey. How is that garbage?"

"Stories written about girls doing that sort of thing is stupid." He amended, crossing his arms arrogantly.

Her eyes narrowed. "What are you trying to say?"

"I think it's pretty obvious." He closed his eyes, a smirk curling at his lips. "Girls aren't capable of that sort of thing. It just doesn't make sense. Boys are the ones to help those in need. Boys are the heroes, while the girls stand behind the boys and act as their support. Nothing more—"