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Tsumetai no Yoru
Imported from FF.net :: You were just another average girl wishing for that extraordinary life. Maybe you should be careful what you wish for, next time. ((KakashixOC, slight SasorixOC))
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DISCLAIMER
I do not own, or claim to own, in entirety or in parts, anything involving the series Naruto. It uniquely belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, although certain characters belong to me. Other characters have been borowed from friends with their concent, and I should also mention that this story is unique and mine in all parts; I've worked on it for years, and it would break my heart to find that someone stole it for lack of proof of possession.
Please read and review!!
Much love,
Fye
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Tsumetai no Yoru
Cold Night
It was a normal day, like any other, right? But of course, for you, it hadn't been all that normal. Not only did you wind up having to save a dog from nearly being squashed in the middle of the srteet, but your OWN dog had suddenly decided that the garbage can in the kitchen was a lunch box. Not that his taking the garbage can for a lunch box was any different from the usual... But did he REALLY have to drag yesterday's leftover fish ALL OVER the place..?! It was your dog. Of course he did. He never did ANYTHING short from amazingly brilliant or infuriatingly stupid.
But, enough of mister Stupid Canine. Your day had been, in short terms, SUCKY. You nearly got hit by a car more than once, almost killed your dog after he forced you to pick up that stupid fish
(yeah, you hate ANYTHING that comes from the sea), you almost fell out of an open window, your mother kept on yelling at you and your brother kept reminding you how horrible you were to eat steak fresh off a poor innocent... Well, whatever steak comes from. You always said cows, but your stupid brother always said it came from... Beef. Whatever. Same damn thing in your mind.
Which lead to the current situation: you were on the roof of your very modest house(you liked it up there even THOUGH there were enough leaves to make three other trees), staring down the srteet in front of you. Yeah, your brother had fallen off the roof once. He'd broken his left arm, too. TOO BAD he was left handed, right? You snickered lightly at the thought; your six years older brother, his left arm in a cast and TRYING(not the big letters) to write with his right hand. That was five years ago...
Did I mention you're twenty two? Well yeah. Not like you nedto know how old you are... Or what color your hair is, or what color your eyes are. You already know all that. If not, girl, you have a SERIOUS problem.
Now, back to you, shall we?
It was a cool July evening. God knows why, but the temperature suddenly dropped every night. Not like you ever questionned this; actually, you found it quite nice to be able to go outside at night and not suffocate because of the heat. It sort of reminded you your younger days. Sometimes, you'd climb up on the roof on the days your mom worked until nine. Your dad never really said a thing. In fact, if anynthing, he encouraged you. Not like he'd be one to talk anyways; he did the exact same thing when he was younger.
Letting yourself fall unto your back, you placed your hands behind your head, gazing up at the stars. You always had a passion for stars. Blamed your dad and his obsession with the moon for that one. Speaking of the devil, it was a full moon tonight. And the weird thing was, it was some weird shade of orangey pink... Freaky, would be the better word to describe it. But it would never beat the time when you where driving back home and the moon was almost bigger that the highway. THAT had been freaky.
Sighing, you closed your eyes, not really wanting to stare up at the stars anymore. Your mom wasn't due back for an other two hours. Not like she could do anything about your being on the roof. Ever since you turned eighteen, you could do ANYTHING you wanted.
As long as you paid half a grand every month. Yep! Your mom was nice enough to make you pay part of the rent, electricity bill and cable! It's only fair when you think about everything she paid for you when you were in school. Which you dropped out of because it was exessively BORING. No, you're not a prodigy, you're just easily bored. And considering you have a light case of Hyperactive ADD... Well let's say something has to be PRETTY interesting to keep YOUR focus. Like anime. THAT you could endure for days at a time.
Which you did, once... Anime marathon. You and the few anime-obsessed friends had a three-day anime marathon a few years back. Like you had anything else to do, anytways.
WHAT you'd watched? Well, a mix of Naruto, Inu-yasha(though you only rented the DVDs for a friend), Raxephon, Witch Hunter Robin, Bleach and Ouran Host club. Series that had NOTHING in common... But you all loved them.
Though you loved every single show(except Inu-Yasha, DURR), you couldn't help but think that Naruto SO pwned everything else. With shinobi, and chakra control, and the Kyuubi, and...! Aw man, you still chuckled at the thought of it. And this, in turn, reminded you of that anime convention you'd gone to that year. Of COURSE, it had been after the anime marathon. So, as fate would want it, you had dressed up as an ANBU. And if it hadn't been for the stupid convention rules, you SO would've stolen one of your brother's katanas. Though you had to stick with the classic staff. You smirked; you still had that old stick somewhere in your room.
Which, in urn, would explain why the heck you were on your roof dressed as an ANBU. You were nostalgic and wanted to remind yourself of the few anim-obsessed friends you loved. And had moved overseas. Damn Europe and its attractive flyers.
An hour had passed, maybe, since you'd first climbed onto the roof. It was starting to get a little frisky with ONLY your ANBU gear on. So, you went back into your room the way you had came out in the first place; through that blessed lilac infront of your window(your mom almost chopped it off one summer after finding out it was how you got out). Screening through the heaps of clothes on the floor of your room, you smirked as you found exactly what you were looking for; that ten-sizes-too-big grey polar your dad had given you, and the pair of jeans you had 'fixed up' to suit your summer need(which means you had just plain cut the thing to size). Crawling back out the window and onto the roof, you sighed contentedly as the cruled up, holding your knees against your chest.
'You shouldn't be up here so late.' A voice in your head muttered(also known as your conscience), but you shrugged it off. Like you'd ever listened to the damned thing anyways.
...Think it's why you nearly got hit by so many cars today? Yeah, well, didn't take a genius to figure THAT out...
That's when something shiny caught your eye, right in the eavsdrop. On all fours, you slowly crept to said white rain thingy, your hand probbing the leaf-full trail, until it finally reach something rounded... And THEN something sharp. You swore quietly under your breath, your hand returning to the rounded and SAFE part of whatever it was. Pulling it up, you grinned as you noticed it was a kunai.
So THAT'S where it had landed..!
"No, really, stop throwing that thing..! You'll kill someone!" Nic called from his room window, to you, who was on the front lawn.
"Shaddap! I need to focus!" you hissed back at your brother,turning back to the poor tree you were murdering with the sall little knife in your hand. HOW the hell you managed to get it sharpened(and how the freak no one ever confiscated it) was a secret only you knew.
And no one knew what was about to happen when you'd throw the blasted kunai(keep in mind that you're only sixteen and VERY stupid). After throwing it, had bounced off the bird food thingy your dad had set up a few years prior, THEN against the gutter(ha, your mind sure is in there a lot!), skimmed a branch and then landed god-knows-where on the roof.
"...Wow. I wouldn't have been able to do that even if I tried." You muttered, then swearing rahter loudly. You'd just lost your last(and ONLY) kunai!
"ALI! No swearing when I'm around!!" your mother yelled from inside, and you more than hurriedly went to the backyard and climbed up on the roof. Haha, mom. Haha.
You smirked at the memory yet again; your mom had been SOOOO pissed off at you that day! Not only had you played around with something sharp(when NO ONE trusted you with ANYTHING sharp), but you swore while she was around AND you climbed up on the roof! Oh yeah, you had got it that day.
Not like you actually gave a damn about thw hole thing. You just kept on messing with sharp stuff, swearin garound your mom and climbing up on the roof. Like you always did.
Your watch beep three times after a while, as you stared blankly at the time. Already two hours had passed..? Well, your mom should be back soon. Though you'd be going to bed now. Yeah, you were a little freaked out, since you never really went to bed before something like three in the morning. If not FIVE in the morning. But, egh. You were bored, internet was being an ass again, phone lines were down and you were tired of writing crappy fanfictions. Only thing you were left with were a few songs(more like 350 songs. That's just japanese.), your (self-proclaimed)crappy drawings, your boredom, your english-japanese dictionary and your boredom. It was pretty OBVIOUS what you'd do.
Sleep.
When you got through your window, you stared at your door for a while; it was littered with pictures of you and your friends, from back when you were in elementary and the first years of highschool. Fun times, especially the sleepovers and graduation parties. You sighed, mentally cursing your inability to go to bed without bidding your parents good night, and tuhs proceeded to the living room. Your dad was already in the couch watching Without a Trace reruns(DAMN The opening theme for that show is AWEOSME!). Whispering a faint good night and giving him a brief hug, you snatched a piece of paper from the recycling bin and scribbled a message for your mom.
'Hope your day wasn't as crummy as mine. Nearly got hit by cars. Again. And saved a dog. Yay me! Don't worry, I'm fine. The stupid mutt didn't bite me and the cars didn't ACTUALLY hit me.
Dad and I made some supper; your plate's in the micro-wave if you ever feel like eating it.
Aishi nasai,
Yuuko
After a content sigh, you let the message of the dinning room table and skimmered off you your room, taking care to strip yourself of your clothes(sleeping with clingy stuff is annoying, you always said), opened your window a tad o keep that cool air coming, and slipped under your covers, snuggling agains, yes, that cute white teddybear your brother had given you ages ago.
Flicking on your radio with the remote, starting your CD of Ikimono Gakari(on the song Sakura, of course), you sighed again, with a smile, and let yourself be brought to sleep with the most beautiful song you'd ever heard.
I do not own, or claim to own, in entirety or in parts, anything involving the series Naruto. It uniquely belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, although certain characters belong to me. Other characters have been borowed from friends with their concent, and I should also mention that this story is unique and mine in all parts; I've worked on it for years, and it would break my heart to find that someone stole it for lack of proof of possession.
Please read and review!!
Much love,
Fye
=====================================================================
Tsumetai no Yoru
Cold Night
It was a normal day, like any other, right? But of course, for you, it hadn't been all that normal. Not only did you wind up having to save a dog from nearly being squashed in the middle of the srteet, but your OWN dog had suddenly decided that the garbage can in the kitchen was a lunch box. Not that his taking the garbage can for a lunch box was any different from the usual... But did he REALLY have to drag yesterday's leftover fish ALL OVER the place..?! It was your dog. Of course he did. He never did ANYTHING short from amazingly brilliant or infuriatingly stupid.
But, enough of mister Stupid Canine. Your day had been, in short terms, SUCKY. You nearly got hit by a car more than once, almost killed your dog after he forced you to pick up that stupid fish
(yeah, you hate ANYTHING that comes from the sea), you almost fell out of an open window, your mother kept on yelling at you and your brother kept reminding you how horrible you were to eat steak fresh off a poor innocent... Well, whatever steak comes from. You always said cows, but your stupid brother always said it came from... Beef. Whatever. Same damn thing in your mind.
Which lead to the current situation: you were on the roof of your very modest house(you liked it up there even THOUGH there were enough leaves to make three other trees), staring down the srteet in front of you. Yeah, your brother had fallen off the roof once. He'd broken his left arm, too. TOO BAD he was left handed, right? You snickered lightly at the thought; your six years older brother, his left arm in a cast and TRYING(not the big letters) to write with his right hand. That was five years ago...
Did I mention you're twenty two? Well yeah. Not like you nedto know how old you are... Or what color your hair is, or what color your eyes are. You already know all that. If not, girl, you have a SERIOUS problem.
Now, back to you, shall we?
It was a cool July evening. God knows why, but the temperature suddenly dropped every night. Not like you ever questionned this; actually, you found it quite nice to be able to go outside at night and not suffocate because of the heat. It sort of reminded you your younger days. Sometimes, you'd climb up on the roof on the days your mom worked until nine. Your dad never really said a thing. In fact, if anynthing, he encouraged you. Not like he'd be one to talk anyways; he did the exact same thing when he was younger.
Letting yourself fall unto your back, you placed your hands behind your head, gazing up at the stars. You always had a passion for stars. Blamed your dad and his obsession with the moon for that one. Speaking of the devil, it was a full moon tonight. And the weird thing was, it was some weird shade of orangey pink... Freaky, would be the better word to describe it. But it would never beat the time when you where driving back home and the moon was almost bigger that the highway. THAT had been freaky.
Sighing, you closed your eyes, not really wanting to stare up at the stars anymore. Your mom wasn't due back for an other two hours. Not like she could do anything about your being on the roof. Ever since you turned eighteen, you could do ANYTHING you wanted.
As long as you paid half a grand every month. Yep! Your mom was nice enough to make you pay part of the rent, electricity bill and cable! It's only fair when you think about everything she paid for you when you were in school. Which you dropped out of because it was exessively BORING. No, you're not a prodigy, you're just easily bored. And considering you have a light case of Hyperactive ADD... Well let's say something has to be PRETTY interesting to keep YOUR focus. Like anime. THAT you could endure for days at a time.
Which you did, once... Anime marathon. You and the few anime-obsessed friends had a three-day anime marathon a few years back. Like you had anything else to do, anytways.
WHAT you'd watched? Well, a mix of Naruto, Inu-yasha(though you only rented the DVDs for a friend), Raxephon, Witch Hunter Robin, Bleach and Ouran Host club. Series that had NOTHING in common... But you all loved them.
Though you loved every single show(except Inu-Yasha, DURR), you couldn't help but think that Naruto SO pwned everything else. With shinobi, and chakra control, and the Kyuubi, and...! Aw man, you still chuckled at the thought of it. And this, in turn, reminded you of that anime convention you'd gone to that year. Of COURSE, it had been after the anime marathon. So, as fate would want it, you had dressed up as an ANBU. And if it hadn't been for the stupid convention rules, you SO would've stolen one of your brother's katanas. Though you had to stick with the classic staff. You smirked; you still had that old stick somewhere in your room.
Which, in urn, would explain why the heck you were on your roof dressed as an ANBU. You were nostalgic and wanted to remind yourself of the few anim-obsessed friends you loved. And had moved overseas. Damn Europe and its attractive flyers.
An hour had passed, maybe, since you'd first climbed onto the roof. It was starting to get a little frisky with ONLY your ANBU gear on. So, you went back into your room the way you had came out in the first place; through that blessed lilac infront of your window(your mom almost chopped it off one summer after finding out it was how you got out). Screening through the heaps of clothes on the floor of your room, you smirked as you found exactly what you were looking for; that ten-sizes-too-big grey polar your dad had given you, and the pair of jeans you had 'fixed up' to suit your summer need(which means you had just plain cut the thing to size). Crawling back out the window and onto the roof, you sighed contentedly as the cruled up, holding your knees against your chest.
'You shouldn't be up here so late.' A voice in your head muttered(also known as your conscience), but you shrugged it off. Like you'd ever listened to the damned thing anyways.
...Think it's why you nearly got hit by so many cars today? Yeah, well, didn't take a genius to figure THAT out...
That's when something shiny caught your eye, right in the eavsdrop. On all fours, you slowly crept to said white rain thingy, your hand probbing the leaf-full trail, until it finally reach something rounded... And THEN something sharp. You swore quietly under your breath, your hand returning to the rounded and SAFE part of whatever it was. Pulling it up, you grinned as you noticed it was a kunai.
So THAT'S where it had landed..!
"No, really, stop throwing that thing..! You'll kill someone!" Nic called from his room window, to you, who was on the front lawn.
"Shaddap! I need to focus!" you hissed back at your brother,turning back to the poor tree you were murdering with the sall little knife in your hand. HOW the hell you managed to get it sharpened(and how the freak no one ever confiscated it) was a secret only you knew.
And no one knew what was about to happen when you'd throw the blasted kunai(keep in mind that you're only sixteen and VERY stupid). After throwing it, had bounced off the bird food thingy your dad had set up a few years prior, THEN against the gutter(ha, your mind sure is in there a lot!), skimmed a branch and then landed god-knows-where on the roof.
"...Wow. I wouldn't have been able to do that even if I tried." You muttered, then swearing rahter loudly. You'd just lost your last(and ONLY) kunai!
"ALI! No swearing when I'm around!!" your mother yelled from inside, and you more than hurriedly went to the backyard and climbed up on the roof. Haha, mom. Haha.
You smirked at the memory yet again; your mom had been SOOOO pissed off at you that day! Not only had you played around with something sharp(when NO ONE trusted you with ANYTHING sharp), but you swore while she was around AND you climbed up on the roof! Oh yeah, you had got it that day.
Not like you actually gave a damn about thw hole thing. You just kept on messing with sharp stuff, swearin garound your mom and climbing up on the roof. Like you always did.
Your watch beep three times after a while, as you stared blankly at the time. Already two hours had passed..? Well, your mom should be back soon. Though you'd be going to bed now. Yeah, you were a little freaked out, since you never really went to bed before something like three in the morning. If not FIVE in the morning. But, egh. You were bored, internet was being an ass again, phone lines were down and you were tired of writing crappy fanfictions. Only thing you were left with were a few songs(more like 350 songs. That's just japanese.), your (self-proclaimed)crappy drawings, your boredom, your english-japanese dictionary and your boredom. It was pretty OBVIOUS what you'd do.
Sleep.
When you got through your window, you stared at your door for a while; it was littered with pictures of you and your friends, from back when you were in elementary and the first years of highschool. Fun times, especially the sleepovers and graduation parties. You sighed, mentally cursing your inability to go to bed without bidding your parents good night, and tuhs proceeded to the living room. Your dad was already in the couch watching Without a Trace reruns(DAMN The opening theme for that show is AWEOSME!). Whispering a faint good night and giving him a brief hug, you snatched a piece of paper from the recycling bin and scribbled a message for your mom.
'Hope your day wasn't as crummy as mine. Nearly got hit by cars. Again. And saved a dog. Yay me! Don't worry, I'm fine. The stupid mutt didn't bite me and the cars didn't ACTUALLY hit me.
Dad and I made some supper; your plate's in the micro-wave if you ever feel like eating it.
Aishi nasai,
Yuuko
After a content sigh, you let the message of the dinning room table and skimmered off you your room, taking care to strip yourself of your clothes(sleeping with clingy stuff is annoying, you always said), opened your window a tad o keep that cool air coming, and slipped under your covers, snuggling agains, yes, that cute white teddybear your brother had given you ages ago.
Flicking on your radio with the remote, starting your CD of Ikimono Gakari(on the song Sakura, of course), you sighed again, with a smile, and let yourself be brought to sleep with the most beautiful song you'd ever heard.
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