Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ From Here to Eternity ❯ Overboard ( Chapter 29 )
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“Hi… I'd like to register someone at your school… Sasori Kaze… seventeen… senior… I'm his uncle… Yes, he lives with me. Okay… Yashamaru Matsuya…no, I'm not his official guardian… Chiyo Kaze… 156 Red Street, White Sands Apartment, 2B. Her phone number? Xxx-xxxx. Yes. Great! Okay, thank you!” There was the sound of a phone hanging up from outside said senior's door.
Sasori opened his eyes, and glanced over at the illuminated digital clock that was on the ground next to his mattress. He hadn't bothered setting up his bed the night before. He had pushed his mattress onto the carpet, collapsed on it, and basically passed out.
It was only six o'clock… What the hell? Sasori usually didn't get up until seven… Oh. Shit.
“Sasori? You awake?” Yashamaru asked shyly from the door.
“Yeah… yeah…” Sasori yawned loudly.
“Okay… I need to go to my… job.” He cleared his throat. “You aren't going to be able to go to school today… They have to get all your classes situated and stuff, and I guess they need to talk to Chiyo, so you can just hang out here for today.”
“All right,” Sasori said, closing his eyes. “I'll do that.”
“Okay… there's food in the cupboards, I think… If there isn't anything you like, I left some money on the counter. You can order something or go to the store, or whatever you want to do.”
Right now all Sasori wanted to do was sleep.
“Okay,” he said. “I'll be fine.”
“All right, bye-bye!”
After Sasori heard the front door shut, he relaxed again, curling up under the thin blanket.
“Whatever…” he yawned, before falling back asleep.
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`I SAW YOU, FAGGOT! AND I'LL TELL EVERYONE IF YOU'RE NOT CAREFUL!'
`Oh God… oh God… oh God…' Itachi thought, his knees almost giving out. He braced one hand against the lockers, leaning on it, and crumpling up the note. It was the same slanted writing that had given him the earlier note. `What does this guy WANT?'
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“Class! Today, we shall start conditioning!” Anko Mitarashi, the P.E. teacher, announced, her hands on her hips. There was a loud groan from the group of all classed students gathered in the gym, Gaara included. He dropped his head into his hands. He knew what was coming.
“We're going to start running the track every day, rain or shine!”
Yup. Gaara closed his eyes. He knew it.
“So! Everyone is to run four laps around the track, or, one mile!” Anko continued. She looked over Gekou Hayate, a man with bags under his eyes, the other P.E. teacher. He coughed into his arm, and handed her a clipboard.
“Right! Okay, everyone to the track! Let's go, ladies and gents, we don't have all day here!” Anko shouted, clapping her hands, the clipboard under her arm.
The `herd' began to slowly move towards the doors, most people walking as slowly as possible to prolong their doom. Gaara in particular was taking it one step at a time. Naruto, on the other hand, was pushing forward to the front of the crowd, so that he could get out to the track. Once they were out of the gym, and walking down the pavement, he elbowed past two juniors and a sophomore, then started running.
“Stamina freak…” Sasuke grumbled, crossing his arms, shivering under the thin white tee shirt. It was cloudy today, and threatening to rain. He glanced up at the foreboding sky, wondering if Anko had been bluffing when she said that they would run, `rain or shine'.
Then he noticed a red spot poking up through the crowd. “Gaara… hey, Gaara!”
“Eh?” Gaara paused, and saw Sasuke. He slowed down so that Sasuke could catch up to him, when suddenly...
“SASUKE-LOVE!”
A look of pure horror flashed across Sasuke's face. Sakura and Ino burst through the crowd, and glommed onto Sasuke like old Jell-O. He looked mournfully back at Gaara, who shrugged, offering him a weak grin, and kept on walking.
`That's right… play hard-to-get… isn't that what Temari's always talking about?' Gaara thought. `I wonder if this is even technically playing hard-to-get… Where's Haku? I'd better ask him…'
Haku was, meanwhile, walking somewhere in the middle of the crowd, his long, black hair in a low ponytail. He had given up on the whole bun thing. It was breaking too many of his precious strands… his poor hair…
He stuck a nail in his mouth, chewing it thoughtfully. Haku was relatively athletic, but he really didn't care for sports. Of course, his father felt differently, as he had made quite clear the year before.
“Dad! I just don't want to try out for basketball! What's the big deal?”
“No son of mine is going to turn into some wimpy-wrist pansy ass! I thought I raised you right, Haku!”
Haku sighed, withdrawing the nail from his mouth.
`How am I ever going to tell him…?'
“Haku? You okay?” Neji asked, coming up next to him, his hands behind his back.
“Hm? Oh… yeah… fine,” Haku said, shaking his head. “Just tired.”
“Yeah… you and everyone else, right?” Neji said, giving the fellow sophomore a small smile. “Where's the other half?”
“I'm actually not sure,” Haku said with a frown, his dark eyes scanning the crowd. “You'd think Zabuza would be easier to see, right?” He forced a laugh.
“Let's see… just look for a small eclipse of the sun… Oh… No, that's Kisame. Wait, there he is,” Neji said, pointing.
“Ah… yep. Where'd YOUR ball-and-chain go?”
“You mean Naruto? He's… well…”
“AH-HA HA! I'M GOING TO BEAT YOU, SASUKE-BASTARD! I'LL GET HALF THE TIME YOU GET!”
“…Yeah.”
“Ah,” Haku said with a real smile. “Gotcha.”
Meanwhile, Itachi Uchiha was stretching his arms over his head as he walked. His schedule had recently been changed, his AP Chemistry class and his P.E. class switching places for whatever reason, so now, here he was, walking wearily to the track.
“It's been a while since I've had a real work out,” he commented to Kisame, who was dragging his feet. “Basketball starts soon, too…”
“I can't believe you're still going out for basketball after Coach was such an asshole last year,” Kisame grumbled, straightening up. “You could be doing something else.”
“Like…?”
“Like helping me study!” Kisame groaned. “My math sucks! I've got a D-!”
“Well, what math are you in?”
“ALGEBRA 1!”
“…My, my… that is pretty bad.” Itachi sighed, and crossed his arms. “I don't know if I really want to play basketball again this year… I mean, I'm really good, sure…”
“Oh, twist the knife.”
“…But, Dad wants me to keep playing,” Itachi continued, not missing a beat. “And I don't want to let him down.”
“Feh. Wish my old man gave a damn about what I was doing,” Kisame said gruffly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “All he cares about is football… at least yours cares about your grades and shit.”
“Yeah…” Itachi said with a small shrug. “But… My dad… I think he cares too much.”
“Oh?”
“Well…” Itachi frowned, and glanced around. “You can't tell ANYONE this, okay?”
“…'Kay…”
“And I mean, you tell NO ONE. ESPECIALLY not Shisui. He'd love something else to flounce about,” Itachi said with disgust.
“Yeah, sure. Whatever, man, really,” Kisame said, blinking.
“Well…” Itachi sighed. “My dad… made my brother cry because he got a C+.”
“He…he… WHAT?”
“Yep.”
“…This is SASUKE we're talking about, right? Not some long-lost twin…?”
“I'm afraid not.”
“…Damn.”
“You can say that again,” Itachi said darkly, blinking up at the gray-covered sky.
“If I brought home a C+, Dad'd probably be shocked sober.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah! My grades suck! Have I mentioned that?”
Itachi, not really sure how to reply anymore, just smiled and nodded, allowing his thoughts to drift. He spied a familiar painted face in the crowd. Kankuro… Kankuro hadn't spoken to Itachi in two days. Itachi was beginning to worry. Why? What had he done? He frowned. Maybe he said something…
Then it hit him like a blow to the stomach. He stopped short, and almost fell over.
`Oh my God…' he thought. `Kankuro… he… he's… No. There's no way. Unless…'
Itachi pressed a hand to his mouth as he thought. He doubted Kankuro could have found the pills. He hadn't been anywhere near his locker… but…
`You still don't know who saw you…' the cold voice in the back of his mind informed him. `It could have been him… he would be disgusted…'
`No. Kankuro wouldn't do something like put notes in my locker, even if he WERE.'
`How sure are you…?'
“…How sure am I…” Itachi mumbled.
“You say something, `Tach?”
“Oh, no. Nothing,” Itachi said, turning his head to stare at the puppet master's profile. “Nothing… at all…”
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“Can't… go… on… lungs… crushed… need… air…” Haku wheezed, slowing to a stop, bracing his hands on his knees.
“Oh, come on, Haku! We've only done one lap!” Zabuza exclaimed, pausing.
“Go on… without me… I'll be… fine…” Haku breathed, groping down into his pocket for his inhaler, which he only used in emergencies or during really cold weather, both of which were presenting themselves. He jammed the plastic tube into his mouth, and punched the trigger twice. The bitter taste of medicine filled his mouth and throat, and he breathed as deeply as he could manage.
“Fuck, Haku, are you okay?”
“Yeah… yeah, I'm fine,” Haku nodded, brushing a line of sweat from his brow. “I'm fine. Really. I just need to walk for a while. Go on… I don't want you to get a bad grade over me.”
“I could care less! Do you need to go to the nurse or something?”
“Haku, you all right?” Shikamaru said, coming up at their side, casually ambling along the black rubber track.
“F-Fine… Go. Zabuza, go!”
“All right, all right. Shikamaru, make sure he doesn't pass out, okay?”
“Will do, Big Man,” Shikamaru said. Zabuza rolled his eyes, then took off running again.
Haku coughed twice, then straightened out.
“Okay. All better now,” he said brightly, before walking again. Shikamaru followed him.
“How troublesome,” he grumbled. “I hate exercise.”
“My sympathies.”
At that moment, Haku and Shikamaru were streamlined by Sasuke and Naruto, who were speeding along at quite an exaggerated pace. Sasuke's eyes were set dully in front of him, and Naruto's were wild and animalistic. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his skin.
`MUST… BEAT… SASUKE!' his mind screamed. He pumped his arms harder, his feet hardly touching the ground.
“That's it, I'm bored,” Sasuke said, before slowing to a walk.
“WHAT?” Naruto protested, skidding to a halt. “YOU CAN'T STOP! WE… WE… WE…!”
“I can't be bothered to race someone like you, Dead Last,” Sasuke said, expertly tossing his long bangs out of his eyes. “You might hurt yourself.”
“F…NEER…. FERG…!”
“Exactly,” Sasuke said, before setting off at a jogging pace. Naruto made a face.
“But… you… I… we…!”
“Hey, Kid! I'll race you!” Naruto flipped around, enraged by the nickname, to see Temari standing two lanes away, her hands on her hips. “Well?”
Naruto considered this. Temari was a girl, so if he beat her, he'd just be beating a girl. But then again… it was TEMARI. She was…scary. So he wouldn't really just be beating a girl… he'd be beating Temari!
“Sure!” Naruto said.
“Temari, what are you doing?” It was Sakura, who was surrounded by a group of girls, all dressed in gym clothes that looked more like bathing suits than shorts and tee shirts.
Temari shrugged.
“What does it LOOK like I'm doing?” she said. “Come on, Naruto! I'll HALF your time!” Then she laughed, seeing the shock that passed over the blonde's face at the sound of the remark. The SAME remark that he had given to Sasuke-bastard! Oh… she'd crossed the sacred line…
“Oh, you wanna go? BRING IT, KAZE!”
“Oh, it's been BROUGHT!” Temari laughed, before turning, and running so fast, Naruto was sent into a state of shell shock. But only for a moment, as he remembered just in time that he was supposed to be running. Then he trailed after Temari, running as fast as his legs could carry him.
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“I think we should all go see a movie together,” Kankuro proposed, dropping his tray down onto the table and nodding. Ten-Ten, who had her head propped up on her arm, jumped.
“What? Huh?” she said, blinking.
“Tired?”
“Just a tad.”
“You're not the only one. Anyway!” Kankuro sat down, and leaned his head down on his interlaced fingers. “What do you think?”
“All of us? As in… a big group?” Naruto asked. “Like… you, me, Gaara, Sasuke-bastard, Shikamaru, Chouji, Ten-Ten, Neji, Thickbrows, Haku, Zabuza, Hinata and Kiba? As in ALL of us?”
“I was actually going to ask `Ri, Sasori, and Itachi if they wanted to come too, but yeah,” Kankuro said with a nod.
Naruto blinked.
“I think it'd be cool,” he said with a shrug.
“YOSH!”
“Sure.”
“How troublesome…”
“Mmmph!”
“Th-that sounds like fuh-fun.”
“I'll go if Hinata's going.”
“Hmm.”
“Itachi's going? Then no way in hell am I.”
“Oh… Come on, Sasuke…”
“What, Gaara, you're going?”
“Well… I guess… why not?”
“…Fine. I'll go too.”
“That's sounds like fun!”
“Haku… are you going to end up dragging me to this no matter what I say?”
“You bet!”
“…Fine.”
“That's everyone,” Kankuro said with a grin. “I was thinking we go Saturday.”
“How do you propose we get thirteen… or, as it seems like it's going to be… SIXTEEN people into a movie theatre on a Saturday?” Sasuke asked blandly.
“Well, Mr. Cranky, I was going to call ahead and reserve seats as soon as I find out who wants to go to what,” Kankuro said, glaring at the younger Uchiha, who glared back. Gaara, who was seated between the two of them, glared over at Kankuro, then looked pleadingly at Sasuke, then glared back at Kankuro. This went on for some time, before Naruto finally broke the silence.
“So… what movie are we going to go see?”
“Uh…”
“Um…”
“Hmmm…”
“…FANTASTIC FOUR,” Naruto said suddenly, causing everyone to jump.
“What…?”
“Oh. Sure, why not?”
“Sounds good.”
“Okay.”
“Ew.”
“…Troublesome…”
“Order in the court! Order in the court!” Kankuro demanded, banging his soda bottle against the table surface as if it were a gavel. “Okay… Now. Does anyone want to see anything other than `Fantastic Four'?”
The table was silent, a few people shaking their heads.
“All right. All in favor of seeing `Fantastic Four' on Saturday, raise your hand.”
Everyone did.
“All opposed?”
Sasuke looked like he was contemplating it, but seemed to decide against it.
“Motion passed!” Kankuro said, slamming the soda bottle down again.
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It was getting harder to avoid Itachi, Kankuro noticed during drama. Of course, he wasn't really AVOIDING him, per say… Oh, yes he was. He just couldn't face Itachi at the moment. Maybe that was a weak thing to say and think, but it was true. If he spoke to Itachi now, everything would come spilling out, about the drugs and the sickness… Kankuro wasn't sure how long he could hold it in.
He wondered if Haku was in a similar state. The sophomore seemed to be doing okay… but, who knew.
“Kankuro, yeah!”
Kankuro shut his locker door, and turned, to see a familiar blonde ponytail bobbing in and out of his sight line.
“What's the skinny, Dei?”
Deidara opened his mouth to relay his information, but Kankuro quickly pressed a hand over it.
“Wait… hang on… not here. The walls have ears,” he said, glancing around. ”Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.”
“Uh… sure… yeah.” Deidara shrugged, then turned, and forced his way against the crowd.
Kankuro leaned against his shut locker, and sighed.
`Okay, Kankuro. The moment of truth has arrived,' he thought darkly, closing his eyes. `Now's your last chance to back out…'
But from what? Knowing what Itachi had taken? Knowing if his friend needed help?
Kankuro shook his head, then straightened up. Time to face the music.
Or it would have been, he realized, as he turned to walk to the bathrooms, if Itachi hadn't been blocking his path.
Itachi Uchiha stood firmly in front of the puppet master, his arms locked at his sides, and his face red.
“Why are you avoiding me?” he asked, keeping eye contact with Kankuro.
`I've never seen Itachi this upset before,' Kankuro realized, biting his lip.
“I don't know wh-“
“Did I say something, or DO something to OFFEND you?” Itachi asked, his voice level escalating dramatically, causing the few people left in the building to turn in surprise. They emptied out of the hallway, sensing a fight, and not wanting to be involved. Now they were the only two in the hall, the nearest teacher no where near enough to hear them.
“Itachi, you didn't-“
“Or maybe did you FIND SOMETHING OF MINE?”
“I didn't… what?” Kankuro's insides turned to lead. He looked up in shock. “What are you talking about?” he lied.
“Did you find them, Kankuro? Is that why you HATE me all of the sudden?” Itachi asked, his face flushing deeper. “Or is it something else? Maybe something you SAW?”
“Itachi, I don't know what you're talking about!” Kankuro said, this time truthfully.
`What the hell's he saying?' he thought, as Itachi took a step towards him.
“Oh, don't you?” Itachi hissed. “Then you're telling me you don't know what this is?” He pulled out the crushed note, flattened it, and held it in front of Kankuro's face in a shaking hand.
“Listen, Itachi!” Kankuro said, pushing the note out of his face without reading it. “I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but I need to go, so… move!”
“No!”
“Move, Goddammit!”
“NO!”
“MOVE!” Kankuro yelled, pushing Itachi away. The smaller teen stumbled, then fell, a whimper of surprise tearing its way from his throat. He sat up quickly, staring up at Kankuro in shock. Kankuro wanted to apologize, wanted to help Itachi to his feet, wanted to hug him and tell him everything. But he couldn't, and he didn't. Without another word, Kankuro quickly walked off, leaving Itachi on the floor, and in shock.
Itachi sat on the floor for several moments, unsure of what to think or what to do. Then the tears that he had been holding back finally burst through, and one choked sob made its way out of his mouth. He quickly rubbed his eyes, and dragged himself to his feet.
“Kankuro…” he murmured. “Why?”
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“There you are. I almost left, yeah,” Deidara said, turning, once Kankuro entered the bathroom.
“Hm.”
“Okay… you all right, yeah?” Deidara asked, frowning.
“Fine. Fine. What is it?” Kankuro said, hopping up to sit on the sink counter.
Deidara dug into his pocket, and pulled out the container. He dumped two of the pills, one purple capsule and one yellow one, onto his palm.
“Well… These yellow pills… they're a prescription sleeping pill, yeah. Really powerful stuff. My guess is that whoever took them took them together. The only reason that didn't kill them is that the sleeping pills are coated with this stuff that makes you toss it if you take too many, yeah. `Sposed to keep people from taking too many on purpose and going to sleep and not waking up, if you know what I mean, yeah.”
“Oh, re… wait… how did you know someone took them?” Kankuro asked in bewilderment.
“…It's not a hard thing to guess, Kankuro.”
“True.”
“So who was it?”
“Hm?”
“Who took them, yeah?”
“…It was…” Kankuro frowned, wondering if he should be telling Deidara this after strictly instructing Haku to tell no one, not even Zabuza. He figured that Deidara had a right to know… after all, he DID get all the information… “You know who Itachi Uchiha is, right?”
Deidara's visible eye widened.
“I…Itachi Uchiha? As in, Itachi Uchiha who got us to state in basketball, yeah? As in, Itachi Uchiha, heartthrob of all girls and half the guys in the school, yeah? THAT Itachi, yeah?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“My… God, yeah.”
“You know, I think you do that thing more often when you're freaked out.”
“What thing, yeah?”
“That thing… saying `yeah' at the end of every sentence.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know… Never mind.”
Deidara studied him for a moment, then shrugged.
“Anyway… Why would he do something like that?”
“Well… I don't know. I was actually kind of hoping you would know… you're a lot more in tune with this stuff than I am.”
“You think so, yeah?” Deidara said, almost blushing. Kankuro nodded, leaning back against the wall from his place on the sink. “Well… I'm guessing, and this is just off of the top of my head, here… but, maybe he's depressed, yeah.”
“Depressed?”
“Mm-hmm. People tend to try and OD on stuff like this when they're depressed, yeah.”
“Wow… I think you might be on to something here, Deidara,” Kankuro said, sitting up.
“Uh… thanks.”
“Well… I'd better go,” Kankuro said, dropping down from the sink, and picking up his bag. “Oh… Deidara… this is going to sound really weird… especially after what we just talked about, but… a bunch of us are going to a movie on Saturday. You, uh… want to come?”
Deidara's jaw dropped.
“You're asking ME? REALLY?”
“Well… yeah.”
“Sure! I'd love to, yeah!”
“Okay… Well… Here, call me tonight and I'll fill you in on the details.” Kankuro pulled out the same Sharpie he had used the day before, and scribbled his phone number on the back of Deidara's hand. “All right, see you later,” Kankuro said, before leaving the bathroom.
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Kat: BRAWR! This was WEAK! YEARGH! Oh well. It was necessary. I got the bad chapter out of the way, and I'm making way for the GOOD stuff. ACK! ITACHI IS SO OOC! But that's okay, because it's AU. I'm glad I made Temari cool again. Making her bitchy was starting to bug me. This chapter is SO SCATTERED and SO BAD because I wrote it in THREE DAYS. I usually write chapters all at once (as I'm sure I've told you), and this is just SUCKY! BRARGH! SNERGLE! - -0000000
Naruto: Ha ha, you suck!
Kat: BITE MY ASS, SHORTY!
Naruto: … SHORTY?
-Much fighting and bitch slapping ensues-
Soriko: Ahem. -holds up V-sign- Kat would like to ask everyone leaves a review on their way out, even though this chapter is possibly the worst one since the first one. Peace out!