"You Changed Me Into My Worst Fear"

EDIT: Yes, yes, I'm working on it! Do people still look out for the update of this story? *shrugs* I really wasn't sure so I never tried to...y'know, let you guys know that I'm still alive. Anyway, I've been real busy writing reports, travelling - it's been hectic. But I'm back for you guys coz I know there are few out there who still want this update! *cheers* So show me some loooooove!! I promise I'll have it up by the end of next week or 22nd December, tops. *hides in a corner* don't be mad, don't be mad! Please, I'm trying really hard...*pouts* I'm kinda hoping the bunny and cookie thing is still cute enough that you'll forgive me...

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It might come out a little deformed, lol...sorry 'bout that I don't know what I'm doing. Hmm..

I talk too much, sorry. Can't help I'm forgetting something...ah-yes! Disclaimer is up above. Do you have to keep rubbing it in my face?! Got-damn!

I vaguely remember someone saying it's "In this piece" not "In this joint." Normally I would say "Up in this mother...blah. But to be polite I chose "joint". Whoever said that, where are you from? Because 'piece' is generally used as the equivalent to a gun.

The thing Sas'ke-teme stole from Kiba, is it Naruto? Hmm...I'm sorry I couldn't possibly comment. I really don't know...guess you'll have to keep reviewing to find out. Oh-I'm so cruel! Mua-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa!
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The second lunch bell went and half the student body filed out of the cafeteria – when they realised there wasn’t going to be a fight – with much gossip on the tip of their tongues.

Kiba slung his arm over Naruto’s shoulder, who was busy stuffing his face with Hinata’s lunch (she’d been so kind as to give it away), and shook him a little.
“Slow down buddy! The food aint gone waltz away.”

“Ah-ave ‘en or inits ah-n ah I-int ah arefa!”

“Huh?”

Naruto swallowed the big form of red and white mush that had once been an onigiri and said much more clearly,
“I said…I have ten more minutes and I didn’t have breakfast…so y’know, I’m very hungry!” then continued eating with much enthusiasm.

“Dobe, you drank a whole container of tea.” He was bored and tired and it showed in his voice and body language. He’d been forced to calm Naruto down the hard way when he’d gone rampant for the sake of his food loss.

Kiba glared for Naruto; as he was too busy feeding to bother.
“Lay off him – he’s hungry!”
He was annoyed at Sasuke just because his method had not worked, for he had been the first to try and calm Naruto down.

“Esh, mm! Ay oh-f ee! Eh ee ah-snt ee-af. Ast ee-kid.”
Everyone on the table stared at him as if he’d just grown an extra head.

Sasuke rolled his eyes and leaned his chin on his hand.
“Idiot, swallow before you talk.” He shifted his chin in his palm and gave a slight grunt in annoyance and repulsion when Naruto had stuck his tongue out at him – yet did as he was told like an obedient child.

“Is this food from a restaurant, Hina-chan?”

The person in question bowed her head to hide her growing blush at being addressed to by her crush…with that nick-name he insisted on so.
“I m-made it my-self, Naruto-k-kun.” She answered quietly turning slight pink.

“Sou-ka…it’s delicious! You’ll make a good wife one day, Hinata-Chan!”
Kiba calmed the tick in his eyebrow, as did Neji and Sasuke. Ino frowned and Sakura just sat there still wide-eyed and occasionally throwing weary glances at the figure that sat to Naruto’s right.

Slight pink increased to beet-red.
‘I’ll make a good wife. I’ll make a good…wife, does he mean for him or…’ she dithered on in her head.

“G-Gaara…can I…hmm, can I have my charm back now?” Kankuro asked timidly.

“Quiet…you will learn.” He replied sternly then looked sideways at Naruto who was nodding in approval at the food laid out before him.
‘That way you won’t disgrace me in such a way.’

Kankuro seethed and cursed under his breath from where he sat on the table next to Naruto’s.

(Left row: Sakura, Sasuke, Neji and Hinata. Right row: Ino, Kiba, Naruto and Gaara.…Table over: Kankuro…all by his lonesome self.)

Neji kept throwing the occasional glares at Kiba who still had his arm round Naruto, and Ino, who kept offering to spoon-feed Naruto. Sakura, who had longed since given up on trying to get Sasuke to eat something, shook her head slowly at Ino’s determined attempts and the way Naruto would just ignore her well placed innuendos or shake his head and ‘pretend’ he didn’t understand. (He didn’t understand).

“Your strawberry pop is melting, Naruto-kun.” Ino shouted from where she sat so Naruto would hear her.

Kiba nudged him in the ribs to get his attention – though he needn’t try because at the mention of ‘strawberry’ Naruto’s head shot up and he gazed longingly at the treat Kiba cruelly held away from him. He reached out for it and found himself snatching at thin air when Kiba strategically shifted it out of reach.
“Say the words, you know them.”

Naruto groaned helplessly and pouted. He was as hot as a geared up Eskimo in the Saharan dessert and he couldn’t, for the love of ramen, understand why the rest – apart from Kiba, Kankuro and Ino – (Who’d opened her first few buttons to give Naruto a show but sadly missed her opportunity when Neji had nabbed the seat she’d been making a beeline for – the one opposite Naruto) – still had on their jumpers, let alone blazers! He’d been tempted to throw his in the trash but two words stopped him: Tsunade Baa-Chan.
“Kibaaa!” he whined, using the ‘maimed puppy’ technique. He forgot it didn’t work on him and he was making him look quite sadistic and villainous at the moment.
Hinata, and anyone else (Save for Sasuke, Gaara or Kankuro) would have undoubtedly given him theirs had it not been already consumed.

“Say it!” Kiba urged on. Oh how he loved teasing Naruto. It was almost as good as spending time with him.
‘No not now. Give it up…it will never happen!’ he mentally reprimanded himself.

“–Av you and you’re my…” Naruto mumbled, frown and pout full in place.

“Louder! I can’t hear you.” Kiba grinned like a fool, milking all his attention.

Naruto growled lowly and said through clenched teeth,
“I…I…love you and you’re my besty.” Then he stuck his hand out for the pop sickle.
Kiba obliged, reluctantly, and ruffled his spiky, long hair, much to the annoyance of one redhead, one conspiring [5]murderer-to-be and one new acquired over-protective ‘friend’ (so he says)…with the eyes for weapons.

Naruto hurriedly unwrapped the quickly melting treat and shoved it in his waiting, salivating mouth with an involuntary moan. He was thinking of finishing it off quickly but it just tasted so good so he chose on savouring it instead.

The table got quiet after that, with the occasional mewls and happy grunts from Naruto as he innocently worked his tongue round the pop-sickle and a distant scratching sound which was later on identified as Kankuro’s carving on his dinner table.

For the first time in his life, Gaara felt very uncomfortable. As he shifted from foot to foot…discreetly and looked down at his plate to hide his reddening, pale cheeks, he wondered why the hell he’d agreed to sit at the table when Naruto had requested it. It was bad enough that Sasuke and Neji were seated there as well – they’d always had this rivalry and hatred between them since ‘the incident’, which Sasuke claims he remembers none of.

The scratching stopped abruptly and a clatter could be heard when Kankuro accidentally dropped his knife and watched with two raised eyebrows and a slightly opened mouth, as Naruto devoured his ice treat in a verrry sensual and suggestive way.

Kiba watched intently with glazed eyes as Naruto, in his perversed mind, deep-throated the strawberry pop. Such was his intention for something else and in the heat of the moment…and the cafeteria, he cursed at a growing problem and the images that flashed in his mind as he watched his younger, naive friend play ‘lick-me’ with an ice-pop.

To an ordinary person, who happened to pass by and notice him, he would seem about to sleep. With his half opened eyes and his chin resting casually on both interlocked hands. But if you were an expert at body language, you’d immediately notice how Sasuke sat rigid and upright with his back straight and legs tightly pushed together, how he swallowed thickly to allow moisture in his suddenly dry throat and how he subtlety tried to calm his erratic heart-beat and the stir in the bottom pit of his stomach that slowly but surely, travelled downwards. Such person would also notice the sparkling glint in his dark eyes and the pink-tinted cheeks he tried to mask with his hands.

Hinata…well Hinata was being Hinata. Her head was so red you thought it might explode and she would look anywhere and at anything but the source of her discomfort, i.e., Naruto. Not to forget the finger fiddling and thumb-twiddling.
‘Oh-Say something! Let him know he’s making you feel uncomfortable.’
Okay, so her brain had it all worked out. Now she just had to wait a few seconds for her mouth to respond.

Seven minutes later…

“N-N-Nnn…aru…Naru…” she was doing a very good impression of [6]Mouse-Girl, the hero of the sewers and alleyways.
Well, err…well at least she tried, no?

A spasmodic twitching of the eye, folded arms and jaw slacked, was he that sat opposite Blondie. He watched with mounting interest and – oh my! Is that a trickle of drool I see? (Can someone please fix my Neji character; he’s been malfunctioning a lot lately!)
Well it was a hot day and Naruto was making a darn good job of making that block of flavoured ice look tres appealing.

Sakura, with her mouth and eyes opened wide, lowered the hand that been in mid-air on it’s way to her mouth and, like the others, subconsciously wondered at how impossibly long Naruto’s tongue was.
Ino had…Ino had, well let’s leave her to take a nap then, shall we?

The pop came out of his mouth with a wet smack and Naruto opened his eyes to study it. He swiped at the trail of saliva that connected the stick to his mouth and threw what was left of it over his shoulder.
“I want more…” he whispered in a husky tone.
Kiba would have happily obliged, as would the rest…in a completely different way of course. Infact he was just about to suggest a trip to the men’s room for “more” when the bell went.
Naruto was still picking bits of left-over’s here and there from the others’ plates when Gaara stood up.

“…Uzumaki.”
Yup, what a nice way to say goodbye.
He turned to leave but paused when Naruto spoke – he couldn’t help the little twitch of the eye that made his annoyance and frustration known when Naruto got his name wrong…again.

“See you Gadara! I mean Daara…wait-no! Gadara, it was Gadara, wasn’t it? Who told me I got your name wrong?!” he yelled, pulling at his blond locks.

“It’s…ah-discard it from your mind.” He thought better of it; he’d probably forget it anyway. Daara was as close as he was going to get.
He gave Kankuro a stern look, implying that they leave.

The others sat, still dumbfounded at how and why Gaara had not only stopped Naruto from being his fourth-hundred victim but had also, in his own way, defended him.

“Bye Gadara…Daara!” Naruto called after him and waited till he was out of earshot, “Cool guy! He doesn’t talk much though, does he?” he spoke off-handily whiles still waving at Gaara’s back.
Kankuro turned around momentarily to flip Naruto off before he and his brother disappeared round the corner.
“Shame about his friend though. I personally thought his mari-thingy, his doll, was really good, But my painting was better,” he paused and turned round to Neji and Hinata, “Wasn’t it?” he asked tilting his head to the side. They in turn, just nodded numbly.
“What lesson do you all have next?” He craned his head to get a better view of Ino and Sakura. Sure they’d been off to a bad start before, he subconsciously rubbed at the spot where they’d terrorized his hair, but he didn’t really mind them now.
Ino was very…friendly and Sakura seemed like a good listener – the brainy type person with a lot of patience, (No way!) as she was always willing to by-pass her boyfriend’s rudeness.
‘It wouldn’t kill him to be nicer to his own girlfriend, the bastard!’

Sakura and Ino shook out of their stupor when they realised they were being spoken to.
“Arithmetic 204, Naruto-kun.” Ino shouted, hoping she was in the same class as he.

“Errm…Arithmetic, 202.” Sakura replied, less enthusiastically.

“Good, I’m in 202 too…Kiba?”
Said person seemed to be in his own little world now. Naruto turned to the hand that was rubbing light circles on his exposed collar bone then turned back to see Kiba staring at his little red lips.
“Kiba, what lesson do you have next?” he repeated, good-naturedly.

“…Hmm?” he responded un-intelligently, still staring at Naruto’s lips.

Naruto heaved a tired sigh and rolled his eyes.
“You weren’t even listening to me!” then he noticed Kiba was out of it, he inched closer to his ear and whispered fiercely, “I already told you, I’m not that kinda guy – so stop it!”

‘Not what “kinda guy”? Sasuke asked himself in his mind. Not that he was eavesdropping but he never really told anyone he could read lips either, did he?

“Naruto, I –” Kiba began to reply.

But Neji cut him off.

“I’ll walk you to class, Naruto.”

“Naruto, you –” Kiba tried again and growled ferociously when he was yet again, interrupted, this time, by an aggravated Uchiha who was feeling left out. (Aww…)

“No need Hyuuga. We have the same class, I will accompany him.”

“Hey! I’m trying to talk –” Kiba had to strain very hard to calm his rising temper.

“Oh, I insist. Surely you don’t want to be bothered by things you deem…trivial…such as friends?”

‘Don’t bite them…do not bite…whatever you do, you mustn’t bite You don’t want to see the scary psychiatrist lady with the hairy mole living on her chin again, do you?
Exercise your patience…[7]hoo-sah!’
Kiba rubbed his temples for effect.

Naruto and the others looked like they were watching a game of ping-pong. Left, right, centre, left, right, centre – Neji, Sasuke, Kiba.
Meanwhile, Sasuke was readying his weapons for a one-on-one.
“You should go to your own lesson…your real lesson. One you didn’t have altered just to –”

“Arrrgh! I’m trying to talk here!”
His patience had run thin but he was ignored anyway.

“If it’s time you want to spend with Naruto, Uchiha, there’s plenty of time at home, no?”

Sakura’s head shot up. This was news to her.
“Naruto is your house-mate? But you said – I thought you…”
Sasuke silenced her with a quick, glancing glare. (Don’t interrupt his game now, woman. Can’t you see he’s winning?)

They had gotten out their seats and now stood face-to-face.
Kiba gave up trying to be heard over the quarrelling and turned round to just talk to Naruto – but he wasn’t there.

Amidst the bickering and shock-endorsed…ness, he’d gotten up and walked over to Hinata, held out his arm for her to link hers with and whispered with what he hoped was an entrancing smile,
“Walk me to my class?”
He need not try, she was already smitten.
Ino had heard and hopped over to him, linking her own arm with his other.
The three walked away from the two arguing seniors, the shock-endorsed pink-haired girl and a furious, mid-dazed besty.

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“ – you loveable cutie!” she went as far as pinching Naruto’s cheeks. Not that he minded the attention; Ino was, in truth, good-looking. It was just the eyes, some envious, some suspicious and some murderous, that were trailing after them that had him weary.

He paused in the corridor and tugged their arms.
“Can we stop by my locker first?”

“Sure!” Ino exclaimed and she dragged both Naruto and Hinata (Because she was attached to Naruto) off to an unknown direction.

They arrived at the half-opened locker, Naruto didn’t even bother to ask Ino how she knew where his locker was and the code as well, even he himself hadn’t yet memorised the locker number. But he had more things to worry about.

“I don’t think this is my locker…” he stared incredulously at the opened locker filled to the top with teddy bears with love hearts, cards and chocolate boxes…and an odd walrus-topped sleeping hat.

“It is – look!” she reached in and drew out a specific card, “See? It says: “To: Naruto-kun”. Oh – this one is from me! Read it.” Cue girlish giggling. Naruto reluctantly obliged.

“Ino!” he shrieked, turning an unhealthy shade of red that rivalled Hinata’s moments, “Get rid of it! No one must see this!” he cried desperately, “On second thoughts, I’ll do it my self.” He tore the card in half, put the two pieces back together and tore them in half.

“You don’t like it? I made it personally in tech…” she said, pretending to be hurt.

Hinata stood to the side, wondering how all these people got the time and money to buy these gifts – Naruto had only been here one day! Not even a full day! Then she noticed one of the cards had a name crossed out and Naruto’s written on top of it.
‘Oh I see…’

“If this is my locker then why are all these things in it, it’s not my birthday…or is it? …Hmm…” he pondered with his hand on his chin.

“It’s because you’re – errm…it’s to, you know…welcome you to Konoha! Yeah! Welcome, Naruto-kun!” Ino supplied.

Hinata mentally shook her head.
‘Students in this school are so shallow.’

“Ah…I see. Does that mean I can eat these then?” he was already rummaging through the heap trying to pull out a stubborn box of chocolate that wouldn’t come out.

“Yep! They’re yours.”
‘This is nice. At least he’s not dumping them in the bin…or burning them.’

Naruto stacked four boxes of chocolate on his arm, placed the walrus cap lopsidedly on his head and dove back in for two bears.
“Oh, nuts! I can’t carry these all – here, Hinata, Take this!”
She blushed when she read the words ‘I love you’ in the love-heart the bear was holding.
“This is like a shop! Take a souvenir too, Ino – before they come back for their things!”

“Before who comes back?” she asked before latching onto Naruto again, his arms full.

“The guy the locker belongs to!” He shut the locker and looked around with shifty eyes.

“You’re the guy the locker belongs to.” She didn’t know if Naruto was just trying to be funny or he really didn’t get it.

“….”

(I’m sorry; the lever of the machine that sets the tumbleweed rolling is stuck…)

“….”

“….”

“Oh yeah!” Naruto shrugged and stuck the tip of his tongue out in a sheepish smile before diving head-long into the box without using his hands as they were…pre-occupied. He’d only managed two pieces and they were getting smeared across his chubby dimpled cheeks. Hinata hugged the bear closer to her chest and held on gingerly to Naruto’s arm, keeping her head down and making sure not to meet anyone’s eyes.

Ino on the other hand was practically bathing in all the attention. She made a show of flicking her hair, leaning in close to Naruto and wiping the smudge off his lips with her forefinger.
“You look so cute like that, Naruto. We should take a picture.” She said, loud enough for the nosy students who were still out in the corridor to hear which earned her more glares and whispered insults behind hands.
Naruto was about to protest, he hated flash-cameras as…well you know all about that, when Ino whipped out her phone instead, threw her arm round Naruto’s shoulder, pulled Hinata’s head closer and put hers along side Naruto’s, cheek-to-cheek.
“Smile kiddies!”

[8] Click!

She grinned at the picture when she found it.
“This will make a great poster.”

Naruto was unprepared and had his mouth opened as he was about to say something. He still had the chocolate on his cheeks and he wasn’t even looking in the camera.

Hinata was wide-eyed and red at how close she was to her crush. She was looking at Naruto sideways and she still had on her face painting.

Ino was the only one smiling. Her eyes almost closed.

When they reached their destination, Hinata quickly withdrew her arms and held out the bear for Naruto to take back but he shook his head no.
“Keep it, it’s for you.”

She blushed a deep crimson and bowed slightly.
“Th-Thank you! I’ll see you later Naruto-k-kun.” She said quietly before hurrying off inside.

“She’s so shy…” Naruto smiled.

Ino analysed her bear. It didn’t say ‘I love you.’
She felt some competition coming on and held Naruto’s arms possessively.
“Let’s walk me to my class now.” Then she dragged Naruto to the door next to Hinata’s and pronounced loudly, “Thank you for walking me to class, Naruto! I’ll see you after,” pecked Naruto on the nose then swish-sashayed her way into the room when she felt Naruto’s eyes on her back.
‘Score!’

‘I hope she doesn’t have a bad hip or something…must be those heels.’ he shook his head and looked for room ‘202’.
‘Let’s find a place to sit and finish you off – you’re melting!’
He found his door, threw it open and climbed all the way up to find a seat close to the back, uncaring for the many sets of eyes watching him or the ripple of whispers that started up again after a moment of silence.

“ – and told him to apologise. Look! There he is!”
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“You’re right – he does look like a girl!”
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“What’s with the hat?”
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“Don’t be jealous because he looks cute in my hat!”
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“Dude, you gave him that?”
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“What? A boy can’t knit?”
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“I wonder if he has a dick…
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(Cue D.J scratching a record…)


“Mendokuse…”

Naruto was slightly startled by the voice that came from near his ear. He jumped up and looked under his chair and table, then left and right.
“Who are you?” he demanded to the desk in front of him. ([9]How silly he must look talking to a wooden table).

“Your conscience…” the voice replied in a slow, tired drawl.

“Whoa…I must be getting buzzed already…well I have consumed a lot of sugar today. Wait – where are you?”

There was a long heavy sigh then Naruto winced when he felt something hard hit him on the head.
“Behind you, you idiot…”

Naruto whirled around, ready to retort back to the person who dared call him an idiot when something hit him, (No, not another blow to the head – a realization).
“Hey! You’re not my conscience – you’re just some dude.”

“I am your conscience…”

“No you’re not.” Naruto insisted, shaking his head to emphasize.

“If you knew…then why did you ask?”

“Is that a trick question? You’re not allowed to do that – eh? Shino?” He studied the person who sat next to his ‘conscience’.

He did not speak and regarded Naruto with what seemed to be an annoyed glance, you couldn’t really tell as he was wearing really dark shades.
“Ah, so it is you. Still as quiet as ever, huh?” He wasn’t expecting an answer so he wasn’t really bothered when he didn’t get any. He shrugged and turned back round to continue his chocolate-eating fiesta (Cue the electric piano, maracas and dancers in sombreros yelling [10]Spanish gibberish).
‘Ah well, he’s not my problem. He’s Kiba’s and no one really forced me to talk with him…’
He adjusted his tipping walrus-cap and grunted in annoyance when he felt a hard kick in the back of his seat. The chocolate he’d been about to eat flew from his fingers and hit a girl who’d just walk through the door on the noggin. Naruto turned around to glare at his conscience…I mean, the dude.
“What?!” he prompted through gritted teeth.

He didn’t even look sorry or bothered. He was lounging in his chair, one arm draped over the back, the other casually combing through his little, spiky ponytail with his legs spread far.
“You didn’t introduce yourself.” He said simply as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.

“If I remember correctly…you didn’t introduce yourself either.”

“I told you…” he looked tired like he might drop asleep any second from now.

“Whatever, I still don’t…” he paused and turned around sharps to face the person that had tapped him on the shoulder and interrupted him, “– what?!”
‘Can’t I eat my chocolate in peace?’

“I think you owe me an apology…chibi kitsune.” The voice was laced with hidden mirth. Naruto knew that voice – Infact no one else calls him that except –

“Ah! Tenten! Why-Why are you…What are you –?!”

“You never called to say you were coming, Naruto.”

“Because…It was…I was…Y-you never…you! What?!” To say he was surprised would be a lie. He was, now, way past shocked, on the verge of OMG-I-must-be-dreaming and on his merry way to Snap!-I-think-my-heart-done-stopped…

“Here,” she took Naruto’s arm, as he was incapable of moving, and placed the chocolate piece in his palm, “You dropped this…on my head.”
Naruto’s nose turned a slight shade of pink as he slowly placed the chocolate shell back in its slot in the box, his eyes, not once leaving her face.
My gosh – she’d forgotten how gorgeous he was.

Naruto slowly brushed his hair aside and she got hit with those dazzling sapphire gems.
‘They’ve always been so beautiful.’

The thick and long curly lashes that made him look half-asleep even when they were widened in disbelief – like now. And those soft lips, she remembered, like it was only yesterday she’d had them trailing up her neck leaving light butterfly kisses in their path.
The attractive, kissable bow of the upper-lip and the seemingly permanent sharp pout that formed his lower-lip were now opened in an ‘O’ that looked more heart-shaped.

She pulled out a chair next to Naruto and sat down to wait it out. This might take a while but she was glad he was here now.
‘I never thought I’d see you again…my little blond fox.’

He on the other hand was too paralysed to do a thing. He felt as if he was in slow motion, in a movie when something big was about to happen…or had happened.
Because sitting next to him was Tenten, his childhood crush and once long-termed girlfriend.

Tenten, the girl who’d broken his heart when she had left without saying goodbye.

Tenten, who never called to say ‘hello’ or return his calls and e-mails.

Tenten, whose name Kiba had made him swear to forget because she was nothing but bad news.

Tenten, who was supposed to be in a village far, far away, except she wasn’t – She was right here!
She was sitting next to him – here, within touching distance, smiling that smile of hers.
(Is the name Tenten starting to sound weird to ya?)

He was now, officially, mute. This was normally around the time when he might start to hyperventilate and the glucose he’d consumed would speed the process up a bit. But not so – his body had chosen to shut down though his brain was set to: Overdrive.
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[5]- First he’s a potential-stalker-to-be, now a murderer-to-be? Jeez, Hyuuga what will you shock us with next?

[6]- I used to read this comic when I was about seven. They later brought on the TV series but it was cancelled after a week because apparently, it wasn’t good enough. I thought it was fantastic. The main character was really shy and twitchy, y'know...because she was a mouse.

[7]- If you’ve watched ‘Bad Boys II’, you’ll recognize the phrase “Hoo-sah!”. They’d say it whenever they were getting angry or over-excited to calm their nerves and rub their ears for good measure. I tried it – it doesn’t work.

[8]- It’d be nice if one of you, whose a good ar-teest, drew me this and gave me the link. I’d really like that. I can’t really draw…ok, I suck! So me drawing this is out of the question.

[9]- I’ve been told I do this quite a lot when I’ve just woken up or I’m buzzed. I say they’re lying, just trynna make a fool outta me. They don’t have any proof now, do they? No, I didn’t think so! By the way, when I say “buzzed” or “high”, I don’t mean on drugs…ok, once I got high on cough medicine, technically that isn’t a drug – it’s a medicine! But what I mean is sugar. Sugar is…well I’m not allowed to have high doses of sugar but I’m grown so I can do whatever I want, nyah! Anyway, tell that to the company that makes coke, Gatorade, Pepsi, kool-aid and candy.

[10]- You know when they go, “Aya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yaaaa! Soreros, Sala-breros…Something-eros” and some other words on the tune that they’re playing. Mexicans and Spaniards don’t really speak the same language but when it comes to music they’re pretty similar. My aunt calls them “the hits” and sometimes I suspect she’s actually insulting me in Spanish because she knows I don’t understand. What she doesn’t know, is that I’ve been having lessons and very soon I’ll be “Aya-ya-ya-ing” along with her. We’ll see how she digs me then!

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