|01-22-2009, 07:27 AM||#1|
tale of galant jiraiya
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Anger and Affection
It’s funny, sometimes, how things turn out. There are many words that can describe my current situation – ironic, ridiculous, regrettable. I’d be all too happy if I never had to leave the shield of blankets currently covering me as I lay in bed, bemoaning the sudden turn in my life. Those around me were ignorant about the reason of my despondency, and in fact, I knew they were quite mystified by my sudden seclusion.
I’d spent the majority of my life believing one thing, and then BAM, life smacked me right between the eyes, leaving me dazed and befuddled.
When had it happened?
How had it happened?
And why was I so pissed off? Why did I feel the need to smash my fist into the ground with all my might, and create a crevice the size of the village? Why did I feel the need to clench my teeth when talking? Last week, for the first time in my life, I literally saw red for almost an entire day. I’m well aware that I’m emotional woman, but to say my recent reaction was normal would be stretching the truth.
In the beginning, when I had first noticed my troubling reaction, it hadn’t been too bad. Maybe a little irritating, and slightly surprising, but nothing to overly fret about. When I had snapped my pencil cleanly in two, I’d frowned and mentally shrugged. Then when I had slammed my hand down so hard on the Hokage’s desk that I had broken it, I’d raised not only my eyebrows in distress, but the rest of those who were in the office as well. But, when the small, invisible tie keeping my feelings contained had snapped just yesterday, everything had come flooding out like an explosive tidal wave, blinding and enveloping me in a rage that had been barely controllable. And without a word I had left the crowded room for fear of causing bodily harm to those around me.
Of course the root of my problem would have to be a man. My infuriating, naïve, optimistic, confident, and irksome best friend, in fact. He created some problem every week with his trademark smile curved on his lips, and his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischievous temerity. After years in his presence, I’ve learned to deal with the ridiculous escapades that he always manages to drag me into some way or the other. But what has me so angry is not one of his retarded little plans, but something different entirely. And in truth, he isn’t the main person that my fury is directed at. But I’m still very cross with him, have no doubt.
The first time that I saw her, I knew trouble would be brewing. Bright red hair, legs that went up to her eyeballs, lips so pouty and pink that they could entice even the most eclectic of men. I had come to the conclusion right after meeting her and watching the surrounding men follow her in a stumbling stupor that she sucked out their souls when they stared into her eyes. Women, thankfully, were immune to it. Her clothing wasn’t revealing in a scandalous way, but it was just perfect enough to give an ample view of her charms without showing anything. Her fingernails were even painted the same obnoxious red as her hair. It was damnably annoying how the men salivated.
If she hadn’t been a representative of the Waterfall Village sent to help negotiate a peace treaty, then I would have happily kicked her ass out of the village and then some for good measure.
But most importantly, what I can’t quite understand is why the Rokudaime had to be her own personal tour-guide? Couldn’t Naruto have designated some other dignitary or respected jounin to fulfill the duty? He had more important things to do as the leader of the village that didn’t include the leech-like presence of Fai.
I shuddered unconsciously at the mere thought of her name.
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