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Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Chapter 3 part 1
here's the next chapter. enjoy! ^^
Chapter Three—After Graduation: Unease Among Friends
“Nee-san! Nee-san!!”
Takito turned to find his little sister behind him.
“Hey, sis!” He laughed, ruffling her hair, “What are you up to?”
“I’m going to pick blackberries.” She replied, holding up two baskets.
He glanced at them in confusion.
“Why do you have two? Are there really that many out?”
She giggled.
“No silly! One’s for me, and one’s for you!” she held them up again, “I know how much you like them, and I love them just as much, so I thought we could pick them together!”
He scratched the back of his neck regretfully.
“Aw, I’d love to, really I would, but Dad has been riding my but for slacking off at last week’s training that I don’t have any time to…”
His little sister hung her head dejectedly. He winced at the look on her face.
“H—have you asked Takashi yet?”
“Yes… He’s having Daddy teach him a new jutsu…”
Takito stared at her uncomfortably, trying to make up his mind. She sat down beside him.
“What are you doing, nee-san?”
“I was sharpening my kunai’s before we visit the Hidden Leaf Village.” He explained, holding up his kunai’s and his kunai and the mineral rock that his father had given him for his birthday.
“Oh yeah, that’s next week, isn’t it?”
“Yup...” he glanced at her again, looking at the baskets beside her.
Suddenly, he got up, grabbing a basket.
“WH—what are you doing?” she asked, wide-eyed.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m gonna pick blackberries.”
“But won’t you get in trouble with Daddy?”
“Maybe, but it’ll be worth it.”
He started to walk away, and glanced back for a minute. He saw his little sister glare at the ground in frustration.
“Hey…”
She looked up at him.
“Are you coming? Or am I gonna have to eat all the berries?”
He watched as a slow grin spread across her small face.
“Oh no you don’t!!” she cried, jumping up and running after him, “You save some for me!”
“Takito? Hey, Takito, wake up!”
“Who… whaa….?”
Takito shot up in bed as someone banged on his door.
Whoa, I fell asleep? What time is it? He thought, looking blearily around.
The clock read 10:49.
Geeze, I must have fallen asleep the moment I got back… He thought again, getting up and walking sluggishly towards the door… I didn’t realize how tired I was…
“What so you want?” he mumbled, trying to stifle a yawn as he opened the door, “You woke me up...”
He found himself staring into the mischievous, green eyes of Myra Kenosha, his teammate.
“Wow,” she giggled, pushing her red hair out of her face, “You look like you’ve been run over by a stampede of horses.”
He glared slightly at her, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Well, most NORMAL people would be asleep, by now, Carrot Top.” He said pointedly, using the nickname that he had given her long ago due to her red hair.
She stuck out her tongue at him and then tweaked him on the nose.
“Well I’M not like most people!” she giggled, stepping inside.
“Isn’t that the truth...” he mumbled, closing the door.
Myra spun around and smacked him on the arm.
“OW! What?! I was only agreeing with you!”
“Yeah, but you meat it in a bad way!” she said, glaring at him.
He hunched his shoulders in defeat, walking to the kitchen.
Dang, she’s scary... he thought, shivering slightly.
“Soooo.....?” he heard her call from the living room.
“So what?” he replied, coming in as she flopped down on the couch, throwing her a soda.
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