Like hell I would tell you about my life. Instead I'll write fanfictions and put it here 3nodding
This is fanfiction is called "Toxic"
Chapter 1: This is definitely not in Kansas anymore...(Shirahime's POV)
"Oh dear sweet Jashin, why? Why me? Couldn't you and all your vast glory have picked on somebody else? Not that I'm complaining, please don’t hit me with a lightening bolt…and if you do, can you do it like you in Higurashi no Naku Kori ni Matsuribayashi...but still...why?"
I looked around me, taking in the breathtaking scenery. Not that there was much to see in the first place, seeing as I was surrounded my trees and other forest essentials at all sides. My hand gripped the dirt around me, and I took a deep breath, willing it in and out, before I screwed my eyes shut tightly, and tried to find out where the hell I was, and why I had gotten there.
I was in the school the last time I had checked. I was sitting in detention… why? Well, and I giggled at this thought, I had tripped on a bitchy girl (stupid klutziness) sending the contents of my tray all over her…well…everything. After a moment of pure horror, I snorted, than clutched my stomach as waves of laughter clutched me. Until I felt the bloodlust radiating off of…what was her name?...oh yeah…Keiko…
My best friends, Sayoko (bless her soul) stepped in between us, as Keiko’s best friend Katsumi (who I personally know… as we live right nest door) stepped in between us too. Unfortunately, it was all in vain, as Keiko ducked around Katsumi, shoving Sayoko into an innocent passer, and brought her fist up and snapped it toward my face. I managed to dodge out of the way, so her fist hit air, taking her body with her as momentum. She slammed into the ground, catching two other people and taking them down with her.
I looked over at Sayoko, who was clutching her head, which was bleeding.
I saw red.
I dove at Keiko and turned her over so that she was facing me. The other two girls yelped, as I forced my strength into my fist and sent it flying into Keiko’s face with a crack. She grabbed a hold of my hair and brought it down so that is was sent crashing into the tile of the school. Somebody grabbed me around the arms and lifted me up. I noticed that somebody else had grabbed Keiko and pulled her up. Her nose was bleeding, and my forehead throbbed. There would be a bruise there tomorrow.
I struggled to free myself from whomever hard their strong grip on me, desperate to hit Keiko one last time for measure, when somebody hissed in my air, “Stop it!”
My blood ran cold, “Sensei…?”
I looked up at him and saw the familiar gorgeous face of the teacher I had crushed on for the longest time, “s**t…”
“s**t is right,” He hissed. I shuddered. He was freaking scary when he got angry…
“Detention, all of you,” The man holding Keiko growled, looking at me and Keiko, then the other people around us. My mouth dropped open.
“But Sayoko and the others didn’t do anything,” I stuttered.
“I don’t know that,” he said, pointing to two unfamiliar girls that were nursing wounds. Were those the girls that had fallen with Keiko? They glowered at the two of us, along with Katsumi, Sayoko (who glowered at Keiko), and the mystery girl that had fallen with Sayoko.
“This is your entire fault,” I wailed, pointing an accusatory finger at Keiko. Her mouth dropped open, “Mine!? You’re the one that started it!!”
“Me? You’re the one that over reacted! It was an accident,” I yelled, tears threatening to fall down my face. Curse you over bearing emotions. Curse you!
“Shirahime, Keiko, enough,” the stern man holding Keiko said. I clenched my jaw, and took up glaring at the brown haired girl. She glared back.
“Frankly I’m disappointed in you,” Sensei whispered as he walked us, convicted girls down the hall, “Normally you’re docile, and hyper. Not angry…” I looked away in shame.
“As for you Keiko, you need to learn to better control your temper,” Sensei said to her. She looked away too.
So that’s what got us landed in detention. All seven of us. Without a teacher. What were they thinking? I could feel Keiko glaring daggers into the base of my neck.
“So…,” A blonde coughed quietly (I realized she was the girl Sayoko had knocked into), “What kind of stuff do you like?”
Everybody in the room exchanged glances with some, though the only people that were really friends with somebody in the room were me and Sayoko, and Keiko and Katsumi.
“Manga.”
I blinked starring at everybody, who at the exact same time said the exact same word.
“Really,” I black haired girl smiled, “What kind of manga?”
“Most definitely, Naruto,” Sayoko chirped, her smiled widening big. I knew she was thinking of Sasori.
“Oh…thinking of your Sand ninja,” I giggled. She blushed.
“No!”
“Liar,” I giggled again.
“Who? Garra,” A brunette asked, cocking her head to the side.
“No, Sasori,” Sayoko said, suddenly. She realized what she said, and her blush deepened, “Not that I was thinking of him,” she mumbled.
“Kakashi is my personal favorite,” The brunette grinned. My smile fell.
“Huh? Hey! You can’t have him, he’s mine,” I growled. Her smile fell too.
“But what would Itachi think, that you’re two timing him with the copy nin,” Sayoko asked, poking me in the back of my head. My face darkened, “I’ll just have to convince him to become an S-class…,” I mumbled.
“It’s not like they’re real,” Keiko shot at us. I frowned. “Besides,” She continued, “Bleach is waayy better!”
“Nut uh,” Blondie stated loudly, “Naruto is way more awesome!”
“Bleach has cooler characters, like Byakuya,” Keiko pointed out.
“Ah, Bya-kun is awesome. But Toushiro, is better,” I smiled.
“But he’s short, and your tall…,” Keiko said. My hand gripped the desk.
“Keiko…,” Sayoko said slowly. She “hmm?”ed
“Duck,” Sayoko said, as I grabbed my notebook and chugged it at her face. She ducked.
“What was that for!?”
“Who are you calling so tall that everybody has to look around me in the movie theater to watch the motion picture,” I shouted.
“But…I never said those things…,” Keiko muttered.
“Ah…cool it,” Sayoko said, “We don’t want any more detention do we, Edmund?”
I said, “Sure! Why not? At least I get to spend it with you” at the same time blacky said, “Edmund?”
Sayoko laughed and pointed at me, “Edward from Full Metal Alchemist is always getting angry because he’s short. Well it’s the same with Shirahime-sama except with her being sensitive about being tall. So instead of calling her Edward Elric during those “episodes” I call her Edmund Elric…for the opposite thingy”
“Right,” somebody muttered, but I was too busy pouting, to pay attention to had spoken.
After five minutes, my ears perked, “Does anybody hear that?”
The class room stalled it’s commotion on who was a better anime guy, long enough to hear the same sound I did. It was a banging.
“Is this school haunted,” Brunette asked. I shook my head no.
“It’s just the windows,” Katsumi pointed out, not looking up from her text book (Damned smart people)
I looked at the window, to see them banging in their hinges. Katsumi continued, “It’s probably because of a storm…”
“Hate to burst your bubble,” I frowned, “But there’s not a cloud in sight out there…”
Katsumi snapped her head up and looked out the window. The sun was shining, with the exception of a few puffy clouds in the sky. Weird. I looked at the ground, and noticed that a few trees near the school were whipping wildly in the wind. My eyes traveled to the end parking lot, a ways away from the school. The trees were dead still.
I jumped up, “Something’s wrong!”
The next second, the windows shattered, and a monstrous force sent me to my knees. I cried out, reaching over to grab Sayoko’s hand, and saw she was being pushed away from me. The surroundings melted into each other. I screamed, forcing myself toward her. I could not lose her!
I blast sent me flying away from her. I felt the ground disappear, as everything began to swirl around me, and I closed my eyes, desperate not to lose the lunch that was threatening to come the rest of the way up my throat.
My stomach lurched, and I kneeled over. Oh…the pizza so did not taste better coming back up. What are cows thinking when they throw back up their food, and then eat it again!?
Silence.
Absolute, utter silence.
I looked up, and cried out in alarm.
"Oh dear sweet Jashin, why? Why me? Couldn't you and all your vast glory have picked on somebody else? Not that I'm complaining, please don’t hit me with a lightening bolt…and if you do, can you do it like you in Higurashi no Naku Kori ni Matsuribayashi...but still...why?"
Where was I? Where was the school? How did I get here? Did I even want to know? Why was this place so familiar? My mind drifted to the time, when I accidentally wondered into the guys dorm of my sister’s university, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how to find my way around. Nor did I realize where I was. All the dorms looked the damned same. It wasn’t until a group of very drunk guys came around the hall and saw me, to where I pointedly screamed, demanding why they were in the women’s dorm, that I found out I was in the guys down. It had been fun, and morbidly embarrassing, especially when a nude guy walked out of the showers, and before I could stop myself, my eyes fell on his-
I snapped out of my thoughts, and for a second was confused that I was in a forest, and not in the men’s dorm. I frowned.
Here? Right.
Where was I?
I stood up, knowing I wasn’t going to figure out my biggest dilemma if I didn’t know where I was. If I didn’t know, how could I find a way to go home?
I walked.
And walked some more.
And some more.
“OH DEAR SWEET JASHIN! DOES THIS ******** FOREST EVER END,” I swore.
I continued walking for the longest time, before I noticed my stomach began to growl. How long had I been walking? It must’ve been a couple of hours because my stomach was aching for supper. Ne…? This confused me, as I hardly ever got hungry in the first place. But now I was simply ravenous.
“Oh, please Jashin, take pity on me,” I whimpered, and immediately a rabbit crossed my path. At the thought of eating a rabbit, my face dropped. Could I eat the innocent rabbit?
My stomach growled.
Yes, I could.
I dove at it, and is scampered away.
“Oh no you don’t,” I growled, running after it, not even bothering to pay attention to the fact that I was running fast enough to actually keep up with the rabbits pace. It ran into an underbrush, and I ran after it. I spotted it, and leapt at it again. My foot caught on something (again, I curse you klutziness and your impeccable timing), and instead of catching the rabbit, I caught something else.
Or more like somebody else.
I sent whoever it was to the ground right along with me with an “omf” from us both. My head banged against something hard.
Said person swore.
I looked up, clutching my throbbing head. Honestly there was just so much abuse my forehead could take in one day.
And my mouth dropped open.
Standing before me was the most sexy, luscious, hot, drop dead gorgeous guy I had ever in my entire life saw. Forget Sensei, Itachi, and Kakashi. This guy was way better than all of them. Put together.
The more I starred, the more he looked familiar to me. I couldn’t place my finger on it. Oh, why had I been cursed (though sometimes it was a blessing) to have short term memory loss?
He looked at me, violet eyes hardened. And that’s when I fully realized the position we were in. His legs were sprawled out on either side of my hips. My lower half was pressed against his lower half, in a very, very, very, indecent way. My hands had shot out to either side of his muscular chest, which was conveniently exposed, (Well, for me anyway.) when I had fallen. Now, as I realized this, my breasts pressed firmly against his naked flesh.
Least to say, we looked like we were going to ravage each other. Either that or it looked like I was going to rape him. Hmm…that didn’t sound like a half bad idea now that I think about it.
“Dear Jashin, take me now,” I breathed. If I died now, I would die happy.
His eyes narrowed, “What did you say?”
“Uh,” I said, my face burning, “Nothing! I say not one thing!”
“You said Jashin,” he growled.
“Yeah, so,” I asked curiously.
“Does that mean you are a ******** convert,” he growled.
“******** yeah! He’s the best God ever,” I said, “Why? Are you? Who are you anyway?”
“I should be asking you that question,” he said.
“And you’re a lousy kunoichi,” someone growled to our right. I looked up, just now noticing that somebody had been standing there watching the entire thing take place.
“Eh? I’m not a kunoichi! I wish I was! That would be ******** awesome,” I said, “I think Jesus was a ninja…since he could walk on water…” (A/N: Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Sorry to all the Christians out there who would be offended by this!)
“Jes…? No, never mind, if you’re not a ninja, than why did you attack my partner,” The other man asked.
“Attack? No! You got it wrong! I didn’t attack him. I was trying to catch that rabbit cause I was so hungry and I tripped because I’m all graceful and s**t like that,” I said, “And landed on this dude here…”
The two men gave each other looks. Meanwhile in the back of my brain I was still trying to figure out where I had seen them. Jashin damned my short term memory loss and my short attention span!
And with that my mind drifted off, “Hey! Wait a minute! You said you guys are partners, does mean you go out? ********, all the sexy guys are either taken or homo…”
Still, I wasn’t getting off of him any time soon. The violet eyed guy’s boyfriend would have to pull me off if he wanted him back.
“******** no,” said man yelled at the same time his partner did.
“Me with Hidan. That’s ******** up,” other man said.
Hidan?
Oh Jashin.
I looked at the violet eyed man. He froze, his hand nearing his kunai holster when he saw all the blood drain from my face. He could probably also feel my heart ramming against his chest, since I was so close to him.
“Damn it Kakuzu. She knows who we are,” Hidan said, “Couldn’t keep your ******** mouth shut could you!?”
Kakuzu shrugged his shoulders, “Well, we’ll just kill her… she’s not a kunoichi, no problem there…”
I was paying attention either. In my mind I was thinking this had to be a very good dream, or I became delusional when Keiko hit my head against the floor. In which case, I was probably in an insane asylum right now, and there was nothing I could do, since I was stuck in illusion.
Might as well enjoy it right? Besides Hidan is my favorite Akatsuki after Itachi. Why not have fun with figment of my imagination?
So with that I reached up and glomped Hidan, sending the rest of his upper half (which was up because he had perched himself on his elbows) crashing to the soil.
Shirahime. Me. Crazy, hyper, pretty much your village idiot in a sense. No worries about her life or whether she dies at all.
Hidan. Sexy guy. Insane. Mass murderer.
Right, wrong guy to be glomping.
But did I care?
Hell no.
This was my dream.
So I held the S-class, nuzzling my head into his chest.
Hidan. Wrong guy to nuzzle.
But like I said. If I was going to die, I was going to die happy.
(To be continued!)
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