Uchiha Saya
Academy Student
"It's not a matter of whether we need it or not..."
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Post by Uchiha Saya on Oct 8, 2006 1:35:17 GMT -5
Dawn broke over the peaceful village of Konoha with it's usual cheery, energetic brightness-- like it was some kind of god-send or something. The morning light flooded the young girl's room as a bright wake-up call, and surely began to rouse the beauty from her slumber like the kiss of some fairy-tale prince. There were undoubtedly dozens of young boys who only dreamed of fulfilling that spot in the story, and a few idiots even envied the sun at this moment.
However, were they to do such a foolish thing, they might find themselves in desperate need of a new head, much like the sun would, were it close enough for Saya to attack at the moment. Growling in frustration, she pulled her pillow over her head in denial of the morning.
Just five more minutes? Please?
In two minutes, however, she shot up in horror. She had set her alarm for before sunrise, five in the morning, to be exact. Slowly turning her head, she grimaced as her eyes fell on the remains of her brand-new alarm clock.
She'd have to work on that habit. Perhaps she should place it on the other end of the room from now on? Well, actually, it'd have to be a new one, because this one was completely beyond repair. With a sigh of regret for her bed, she dragged her unwilling body to the shower, using the water to finish waking up. This was followed by a large breakfast, prepared simply, but edibly, by herself. She wasn't the best cook, but even she could cook eggs, prepare cereal, and toast a bagel, and milk was easily bought from a store. In fact, eggs was pretty much the only thing she could cook. A couple different ways, but just eggs, all the same.
Consuming her meal with relish, she finished getting dressed, and grabbing her new ninja headband, headed out for another day of training. It was a sense of some pride, her headband. It marked her graduation from the academy, and in a sense, she had made her parents proud. Onee-chan would be proud, too. I was top in my class from beginning to end, after all.
Her training started out with a five kilometer run, starting at her apartment, and ending at the training areas. It was a suitable warm-up for the morning, at least. Upon reaching her favorite training spot, however, she was mildly surprised to see someone already there.
It took a few seconds to figure out who the familiar figure was, for lo and behold, that fat girl, Cho, was sitting under one of the trees. Eating and reading, similtaniously, no less. In a training area? Could it be, she was merely taking a morning break? Yeah, obviously, she had arrived much earlier and was just now stopping for lunch.
Wiping a few drops of sweat from her smooth forehead, Saya trotted towards the multi-tasking girl, curious as to her actual reason for being here. Sarcasm aside, there was no way a girl like her would actually be working out. I mean, there was a reason that Cho was fat.
"OOHAYOOU~!" She called out with cheerful abandon, as she closed to within 3 meters.
"Taking a break from all that hard training, ne?" She teased with a grin. Too bad Cho won't make a good sparring partner, She thought sadly.
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Post by Akimichi Cho on Oct 8, 2006 2:06:30 GMT -5
It had been a miraculous day where both yes, both Hotaru and Chouza had been sent for a mission, and Cho had been left alone in the house for the night. She had waked at an hour that was not usual for an Akimichi, who were only up once they had breakfast. The house smelled strangely of gardenias rather than honey and sweet rice, but she didn’t let that stop her from skipping out on the meal. Her parents weren’t there to tell her to eat up or pile more on her plate. She drank water and chewed the ends of her hair as she drastically piled scrolls as opposed to food in her ninja backpack.
She looked sadly at the meal that her mother had prepared, and her own promise of never being wasteful of food. Her stomach churned and she shoved the packed brunch in her bag as well… maybe… she’d find a hungry dog or something, or dump it in the Inuzuka compound. Or… throw it away. The thought alone made her want to cry pitifully.
She started in the early hours of the morning, before the sun was up and many other ninja. The reason for this was… well… she was more than a little self-conscious about how people would see as her training. Her other cousins and other Akimichi had no problem to train in broad daylight with other shinobi- but Cho just simply couldn’t. She had to train when absolutely nobody could see her, to see a ninja who was too fat to really fly from roof top to rooftop. She also had to do her training in secrecy as it involved breaking clan law and study scrolls not meant for genin level Akimichi’s.
However, first, she needed to warm up her chakra and her own blood and body. Her limbs didn’t seem like they wanted to behave in the morning, as every ten minutes, after a single punch (barely leaving a dent in the bark) would cause her stomach to rumble painfully and make her sigh with annoyance and regret.
She had tried the henge no jutsu, but it always faded away, and she still felt like she was wearing rather tight clothes whenever she transformed into someone thin, their frame was light- but it wasn’t what Cho was looking for. The brunette wanted something permanent. Something that’d make her stay thin forever and ever!
It was when a few birds were up and more ninja that were around her age group were up, that she stopped her training, sweat pouring down her red face and she quickly wiped it away, all the while, ignoring the protests from her tummy. She grumbled, wanting to continue with the exercises of reverse baika no jutsu, but she couldn’t help but collapsing on her knees, her breath coming out in wheezes as she clutched her side.
She stumbled over and leaned against the lap of a tree, a big tree that wouldn’t break if she did ask for assistance from it for a while. She bit down on her lip. Okay… now was the time that she finally gave in to her bodies wants and fished out the packed meal. It was tasty, but she didn’t feel like eating it. How many calories were there in that meal? 2000? 5000? 8000?! She didn’t know, but her body pointed out she should eat just a little… after all, there was something about her body holding onto fat because it thought there was a famine if she didn’t eat. Cho couldn’t help but be annoyed. Not even she was stupid, and not witty, but so was her body.
She munched on her mother’s famous onigiri, unfurling a scroll and her eyes raked over the complicated jargon it was written in. She had spend months just deciphering some of the terminology used here, but it’d be worth it once she was-
"OOHAYOOU~!"
She blinked up, almost choking on a mouthful but quickly swallowed away the morsel of food in her mouth to look up at a rather lovely-looking face. Cho felt even more uncomfortable than ever… of all the people- why her? She quickly hid her lunch, away from her so that it didn’t look like she was the average fat girl just eating.
"Taking a break from all that hard training, ne?"
Her face burned with the passion of a thousand suns and she looked like she wanted nothing more than to disappear. Why couldn’t she learn shunshin already? She managed a small, ghostly smile up at Saya, who could wear the rags of a tramp and still manage to look alluring. Which was illegal considering she was only twelve!
“Mm…” she nodded, coping with a small, high sound in the back of her throat.
Some people got all the best genes… why couldn’t Cho look like her? Then maybe people would find her cool… and if she was thin, she’d have more confidence to work better in class and be more intelligent and then she’d be better with practical work as well like all the other techniques. See… it all came down to being thin.
Cho felt socially awkward again, wondering what she was to do now. Should she offer the girl her lunch… or should she just inquire how she was and then let Saya go away… or…
“I… I was just about to leave…” she mumbled, rolling her scroll away quickly, her nose falling and her eyes lowered to the floor. Her hair may have been shorter than Saya’s, but they were a lot more impractical as they were let loose… like a curtain she could hide behind when someone looked at her like Saya was now.
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Uchiha Saya
Academy Student
"It's not a matter of whether we need it or not..."
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Post by Uchiha Saya on Oct 8, 2006 2:36:48 GMT -5
As Saya approached the plump girl, she watched with amusement as Cho tried to hide her meal. What was the point? Everyone knew she was fat. Obviously, it was because she ate all the time. She was an Akimichi. She was fat. It's almost interchangeable.
She started putting away her reading material, and the movement caught Saya's eye. She mumbled something about leaving, but Saya couldn't have that now. She was curious.
"Wait, wait, WAIT! Don't leave now, I'm still talking to you!" She scolded jokingly, "So, what are you reading?"
Well, it was a deviation from her training routine, but she was rather interested in what the fat girl would be reading. Some kind of diet idea? A novel?-- useful for escaping her reality, certainly. A cookbook? That'd be nice, maybe Saya could get Cho to teach her how to cook more things. It'd probably be fattening food, but that would be fine too, Saya always burned off enough fat with her training anyway, and she had a high metabolism, which helped even more.
She planted herself on the grass next to Cho, pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on her arms as she peered at the girl with interest. "Come on, spit it out, I wanna know!"
She'd have to warm up again after this, probably. Too bad.
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Post by Akimichi Cho on Oct 8, 2006 2:58:50 GMT -5
"Wait, wait, WAIT! Don't leave now, I'm still talking to you!"
That was the last thing and one of the many things Cho wanted. But then again, judging by how Saya was looking at her, it was like those children all those years ago. She didn’t want to talk to her… but then again, in the idle nights at home, she’d lament the loss of anyone to talk to. "So, what are you reading?"
The scroll was firmly tucked away, but she could do anything other than tell her. Maybe if she said it, then Saya would leave her alone. "Come on, spit it out, I wanna know!"
She was very… persistent. Maybe Cho really should tell her, but…what could she say without making the conversation longer?
“Clan techniques,” she answered without much enthusiasm as it was partly a lie. These were restricted clan techniques, reserved only for Chuunin or above, but she wasn’t even a proper genin yet. Judging by Saya’s apparel, she had come to train; her eyes hid the jealousy that she felt at the perfect, slender slope of Saya’s waist and her tiny wrists. She even smiled demurely at the girl. “How’re you doing, Uchiha Saya-San?” she inquired politely. Maybe after this was done, she could just leave and scrounge around for another piece of land that was away from her class mates or any other children… maybe she could train at home if she was good enough to destroy the evidence left behind.
Her dark eyes flitted from her lunch and then to Saya. It was better than wasting it anyway. “Would you… would you care to join me?” she almost squeaked, her mop of hair covering her entire face now, as she fiddled with the hems of her tunic and tried to remove creases from her hakama trousers (which was a ridiculous idea on its own). Her chunky hands slid down to the lunch box and pried off the lid and offered the uneaten meal to the long-haired kunoichi, if nothing more than to shut Saya up.
Cho thought Saya looked more like a butterfly than her own namesake. With her fair skin, her midnight black hair and the splash of blue and red- she definitely was a pretty girl. Not like her. Cho knew that probably all the boys in their academy class fancied Saya, would love to be where Cho was now and for Saya to pay as much attention to them as she was to her. It was strange how things played out. Cho wanted to be like Saya, but couldn’t stand the thought of talking to her, like the other girls who tried to be friends with her, but really failed. Saya was too aloof, as Cho had observed- and this only made the boys want her more. It was human nature that the thing they couldn’t obtain just simply became that much more desirable.
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Uchiha Saya
Academy Student
"It's not a matter of whether we need it or not..."
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Post by Uchiha Saya on Oct 8, 2006 21:44:36 GMT -5
Saya wasn't exactly sure which was worse, to have someone fawning all over her, or to have someone like Cho. Well, Cho must be really shy. After all, Saya was the popular kid, and Cho was just the fat kid. Nervous, shy, jealous, something like that. Well, she wouldn't let that get in the way of the conversation. The more Cho tried to get out of it, the more Saya would drag it out. It was more interesting that way, and maybe she'd have some fun on the way.
The admission that she was reading clan secrets just piqued her interest more, and she smiled in amusement as Cho tried to change the subject to Saya. That's okay, Saya liked herself, so talking about herself was fine, too. She wouldn't let the clan part get away, though. She'd have to get back to that part of the talk later, right?
"Great, great! Oh, and just call me Saya-san, using my full name is too long, you know?" Saya smiled brightly at Cho and extending a leg to the side, she started stretching. At Cho's invitation, Saya smirked internally, making sure to keep the bright smile on her face. It made sense, an Akimichi offering food, they must carry food around constantly or something. Extra food, too, for just such an occasion. After all, there was no way she'd offer her regular amount of food to Saya.
"Thanks a lot! I already ate breakfast, but those look so good, I'll take one!" She scrambled onto her knees, leaning over to grab a ball of rice, then sitting back, she took a small bite, "Mmm, this is good! Did you make it yourself? I can cook a little myself, but I'm not this good at it yet."
'Yet' was the key word here. There was no doubt in Saya's mind that she'd end up being a great cook, just like everything she worked at. There was yet to be an area in her life in which she couldn't succeed! Of course, she hadn't tried everything yet, but she wasn't called a super genius for nothing. I wonder what type of training she's going to do next? It might be amusing to watch her, and having a little company might not be so bad. She thought, chuckling inwardly at the inappropriateness of her own thoughts.
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Post by Akimichi Cho on Oct 9, 2006 15:47:00 GMT -5
The smile that lit up Saya’s face was something Cho found unnerving. She didn’t want Saya to ask any more questions, to talk to her any more (not until she was slimmer, anyway) and she certainly didn’t want to dwell into her clan bit any more. But then again, Akimichi was before Cho—so she was an Akimichi, before she was Cho. Like Saya herself. Nobody probably knew Saya, she was just ‘the-girl-who-lived’ the tragedy of the Uchiha Massacre. Saya was an Uchiha before she was Saya—but these thoughts were confusing and Cho didn’t really want to think about them. It made it sound like she had no choice that she just had to stay in this fixed image and couldn’t change out of her skin.
"Great, great! Oh, and just call me Saya-san, using my full name is too long, you know?"
Cho nodded, but inwardly she didn’t really mind calling people by their full names. For someone who barely spoke and barely used any words, to make her sentences sound longer, she often repeated and used influent speech, lengthening the name put her back in her place and thus, she never forgot the task at hand.
The brunette was grateful when Saya was eating. It was easier to hear the girl eating than her voice. It was a melodious tone to other people’s ears, but to Cho, it was not warm or particularly friendly. Saya was not hostile, but to someone like Cho, she was waiting for the mirthful jokes behind the creases of her eyes and lips, just waiting… waiting like always.
"Mmm, this is good! Did you make it yourself? I can cook a little myself, but I'm not this good at it yet."
Cho shook her head. “No… OkaaSan made them,” she confessed quietly, not really proud of the fact that her mum could make a feast out of even the tiniest morsels of food. Cho did cook, and she was pretty good. She revelled in the tiny little knowledge that she was better than Saya, or so she said, but then again, Saya didn’t really have anyone to teach her—whereas, everyone in the Akimichi clan put food as one of their top priorities.
“It’s not hard…” she mumbled after a while. She was only braving conversation to keep the subject on the topic of food and not go back to anything else.
Cho wasn’t terribly bright, but she did know the trouble she’d be in if Saya, who was a very perceptive shinobi, were to find out any more than the information Cho had given her. If Saya were to even probe further, Cho would pretty much give her the answer anyway, just to make Saya stop looking or talking to her for no reason.
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Uchiha Saya
Academy Student
"It's not a matter of whether we need it or not..."
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Post by Uchiha Saya on Oct 10, 2006 22:01:20 GMT -5
Saya polished off the rest of her snack while Cho forced a few words out. It seemed that Cho really was quiet. She had assumed before that she just never listened to anything Cho said, during class and so on. It was sad, kinda. People like her probably had a lot of interesting things to tell, but they never would. At least not to her. Maybe it was time to cut this conversation short after all? No, there was still more questions to ask, more things to say.
"Ehh? Not hard? If that's so, then you'll definitely have to teach me to cook as well as you and your mom, okay? It's a promise!" In Saya's mind, at this very moment, she fully intended to learn how to cook from Cho, but it was likely that later on, she'd forget all about it. It wasn't the first time that she'd forgotten promises like this, but usually the person she made them with would remember, so it all worked out.
"So, so, what do the Akimichi specialize in? Besides eating, I mean," She began with a 'friendly' tease. She meant nothing by it, merely a thoughtless comment, "Ninjutsu? Genjutsu? Learning clan techniques must be so cool! I never learned any myself... I think."
Saya sat back, confused. Had she learned anything from her father? There was... something, but she couldn't grasp it, something with the horse seal? Or was it... Ah, I can't remember! Dammit! Oh well, must be nothing after all.
"Well, I don't remember," She finished lamely, "but what about you? I'm sure it must be really cool, right?"
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Post by Akimichi Cho on Oct 21, 2006 10:42:02 GMT -5
It was a while later that the Akimichi packed away the remains of the finished meal, just replacing the lid back on the lunch box and making sure that the chopsticks were in their correct slot.
"Ehh? Not hard? If that's so, then you'll definitely have to teach me to cook as well as you and your mom, okay? It's a promise!"
Cho’s expression became rather still, her blood freezing on her cheeks, making her face look all blotchy red and yellow. She sucked in her bottom lip, making sure her gaze was lowered so she hadn’t given too much away. “R-really…” She swallowed hard, trying not to look too bothered about that, but… she was bothered about it. “Uhm… Saya-San… maybe you shouldn’t make promises… shouldn’t uhm…make pro-promises you can’t uhm keep…”
Cho was always much better at listening than actually talking, as displayed by her disjointed constructions of sentences. She doubted Saya really would even care, actually, she hoped that the raven-haired girl would forget. However, she went on a different tangent altogether, asking what her clan specialised in.
Cho didn’t think she knew…
"Ninjutsu? Genjutsu? Learning clan techniques must be so cool! I never learned any myself... I think."
She briefly looked up, once again, she realised just how easy it was to forget that Saya was the only member of her family left. Saya was an orphan. It took but a moment for Cho to think of what it would be like for Saya without family, without warm arms and anyone to say ‘I’m home!’ to. “Saya-San must be so lonely. I might not have friends, but I do have a family… a family that really, really cares about me… no matter what I do or look like…” Saya didn’t have that privilege. You could become thin, but Cho didn’t think even the Hokage could bring people back from the dead.
She had the opportunity to be thin, but Saya didn’t have the opportunity to bring her family back to her. Now, now it really felt like ‘The Uchiha Tragedy’, not just by name, but by the way Saya looked suddenly so very thin, and tiny compared to her, even though the Uchiha was a few good inches taller than herself.
"Well, I don't remember," She finished lamely, "but what about you? I'm sure it must be really cool, right?"
Cho managed a little smile, but it was so brief, it would’ve seemed like one would’ve imagined it. “Y-yes… Otou…” Cho paused, realising her horrible mistake, looking terrified at the thought of mentioning her father. Cho didn’t know why she was being so heartless… sure Saya was thin and lovely, but it gave her no excuse to rub in the fact that she had a family, something that Saya lacked.
She hoped that the young girl hadn’t taken offence to what she had said. “Otou-San learne- uhm… taught me baika and nikudan…” she mumbled, her fingers in front of her lips, further making her broken sentences from being concise.
Cho didn’t dare tell Saya about her reverse baika, where she was trying to shrink the cell size and hopefully, if she was successful, then she could be thin, forever and ever and ever! The kunoichi hadn’t breathed a word to a single soul about that jutsu.
“Saya-San… Saya-San … doesn’t uhm need any clan techniques… err…” she paused again, trying to regain her bearings. “You’re… you’re already a genius…”
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Uchiha Saya
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Post by Uchiha Saya on Oct 25, 2006 21:51:39 GMT -5
As Cho stuttered out something about her father teaching her 'Double Size' or something, and also something like 'Human Bullet'. Whatever they were, it sure sounded interesting. Her mouth started to curve upward into a smile as she readied her next question, but the pleased expression died an early death as Cho moved on to something else.
“Saya-San… Saya-San … doesn’t uhm need any clan techniques… err…”
A short pause. Much like when she first brought up her father, earlier.
“You’re… you’re already a genius…”
There it was, wasn't it? PITY. There was no mistake, Saya knew. This girl, this poor, fat girl, with no backbone to speak of, pitied HER. Even worse, it was pity for her loses in the past, for the pain that she had buried. For the loss of her family and clan.
It hurt, almost like a fresh wound. As if something or someone was trying to tear its way out of her. She forced back the pain, swallowed it up in a different, stronger emotion. Pure anger. Anger that this girl could suggest that genius made up for lack of a family, for lack of a clan to teach her, guide her...take care of her. Worse, anger at being looked at with pity, like someone weak enough to let the pain of loss effect her after all these years.
"Is that...pity? Huh? IS IT?"
Pity by a girl who could only be jealous of everything Saya had, everything she was born to be, destined to have. All her looks, her talent, her intellect, her bloodline! How could she not be jealous, this girl? Everyone was jealous of her, envious, they all wanted to be her, or at least, to have her inherent genetic superiority!
"Don't you DARE pity me, fat-ass!" Saya cried as she stood, pulling Cho up with her by the collar of her tunic. It was a bit of an effort, but Saya hardly noticed in her rage. "I... I pity you, too lazy and gluttonous to change your own looks, consuming fattening foods and looking with jealousy on those who work hard enough to stay in shape!"
"I DON'T NEED YOUR PITY, CHO! I DON'T NEED YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!" She yelled at the girl without regard to the volume of her voice, nor the distance between them. Her anger had reached it's peak, but it would be over soon. It always was, when it was this heated.
The damage was done, though. There would be no taking back these harsh words.
[OOC]: A bit of powerplaying, in grabbing you like that. I apologize.
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Post by Akimichi Cho on Oct 26, 2006 4:24:08 GMT -5
From the moment that Cho had uttered that phrase, that phrase declaring her genius, that she realised it was a mistake. Cho’s dark eyes could see the hurt, raw and undecided in Saya’s doe ones. No matter what emotion was playing on Saya’s face, whether it be a wounded expression, or one that was showing now, beyond anger—Uchiha Saya still looked rather lovely. But right now, Cho thought her face was made ugly by hate, Saya looking livid, looking ready to breathe out the fire that many Uchiha were famous for.
"Is that...pity? Huh? IS IT?"
Cho wanted to say that no, no it wasn’t pity- it was compassion and sympathy for an ordeal that nobody else should have to go through. Nobody else should experience, because… it was not good. But like everything else Cho wanted, she never really got it, so she couldn’t even squeak out a response, which only seemed to make Saya angrier.
The Akimichi bit down on her lip, but for some reason, she couldn’t turn away from the furious features of the taller girl. These were some of the reasons why she didn’t ever talk much, and by the way her mouth was curling inwards by each angry breath Saya took, she looked as if she would never speak again. Her stomach winding into knots as she was wondering where the owner of that persistent and melodious voice had gone to, and in it’s place, stood a hissing, crackling, snake.
"Don't you DARE pity me, fat-ass!"
Her body broke out into gooseflesh, and a stark wash of red was on her whole face before it faded into a pasty white. Her eyes were wide as she digested the words that Saya was throwing at her. Her body being pulled up by the sheer rage of the other girl. Fat ass… that word, that word got most of her cousins mad, as they didn’t think they were- but it only made Cho sad and want to cry all over again. Because Cho knew that was true. She managed a little sound, a choked sort of sob, and her eyes were oddly bright.
"I... I pity you, too lazy and gluttonous to change your own looks, consuming fattening foods and looking with jealousy on those who work hard enough to stay in shape!"
Those words shook her to the core. At least… at least the children back at the academy couldn’t think of big words like that, jargon that was right on target- all they ever saw was her big frame and that was it. But Saya could pinpoint the causes, her genius not lost on cruelty and her face crumpled, tears clinging to her eyelashes, trying so hard to control them and not cry in front of her. After all, she’d promised she wouldn’t cry once she was a genin. Vulnerability was a sin.
Drip.
She looked tired then, as she saw the fat teardrop sliding down her face, and trying to wipe it, but couldn’t since Saya had the collar of her tunic in a vice-like grip. She shivered, her bottom lip trembling and her eyes were blinking and oh god oh she wished she was upside down so the tears wouldn’t run like shower heads down her face. She hated crying in front of anyone, the only people who had witnessed her crying were her own parents, and that was okay, because they’d like her whether she looked ugly, fat or thin. But right now, the hotness pricking the back of her eyelids was getting too much, and like a broken dam, her tears leaked out of her eyes and wouldn’t stop.
"I DON'T NEED YOUR PITY, CHO! I DON'T NEED YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!"
Just what Cho’s mind had been screaming when Saya had come up to her and started talking and looking at her like that. Cho didn’t like the way Saya’s nice voice was shrill, screaming, and angry at her. Nobody had ever shouted at her like that, nobody. Saya’s breath was fanning across her face, and Cho swore it was hotter than it should be- for a moment, Cho wouldn’t really mind if Saya did breathe out fire… maybe Cho could melt off the fat somehow and be like Saya, look like her and not have Saya shout those hurtful words.
Cho found the strength, somehow, somewhere, to push Saya’s hands away from her collar. She had to get out of here. Get out, far, far away so that Saya couldn’t see her ugly face crying her heart out. “Fat chance.” Her mind supplied, making her feel violently sick.
She spun on her heel and hurtled off, into the thicker parts of the forest, leaving her lunch behind, but she only came back to collect her bag with the scrolls—it was not even meant for her eyes, so what made her think it’d be okay to leave it around for anyone else’s eyes?
Cho could taste the bile on her tongue, and willed that Saya would not follow her into the forest, where she was currently, sobbing by a pond, where brown frogs festered and croaked their disapproval at her stopping by on their territory.
{It's alright ^^ I liked your post. n_n}
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