I Want To Be More Like You -1-
Chapter 2 : I Want To Be More Like You -2-
Titled: Feelings -- Naruto and all related characters are copyright Misashi Kishimoto -- Miharu and all related characters are copyright Bailey Long (me) -- Tell me how you like it, message me or rate!
-Miharu's POV-
Thank god this day is over I though as I opened the door to my house. My mom's house I corrected myself. If she knew that I started thinking of this place as my own she might have another fit about legal ownership and the like.
"Hello Miharu, you home. How was training?" my mother asked you from the kitchen.
"Good, my accuracy has gone up since my last check," I said, very proud of myself for achieving 90% accuracy on moving targets.
"Well, you still have a lot to work on; you still are behind that Uchiha boy."
"Yes, I know. I've been working real hard though, maybe this time I'll be above him," I said. Of course, take my accomplishments and take as much away from them as possible. This is literally where self-esteem comes to die I thought.
I started daydreaming about if self-esteem would ever want to die and if so why, but then Mom had to interrupt, "Do you have any homework left to do or any that is not checked?"
"No, everything is done and triple checked!" I yelled over my shoulder as I ran upstairs. Well double-checked anyway, what else could I find wrong with it though? It is definitely going to be 100% and then that upcoming test I'm going to ace, so that should put me at least on par with Sasuke. Then maybe Mom would get off my case. Plus, graduation is coming up soon, and there are no official rankings besides Genin, Chunnin, and Jounin, which wouldn't be able to be achieved for at least 6 months anyway.
I got upstairs and since I had nothing to do I decided to clean my room, only to realize I had done that yesterday and if it was any cleaner I would be able to operate in here. So then I decided to draw something. I wasn't a great artist by any means, and I only use a number 2 HB pencil with an average eraser, but some of my drawings aren't half bad, and my mom likes that I am 'practicing diversity'. So I began drawing, but I didn't really pay attention to what I was drawing, instead opting to daydream.
I wonder if I'll ever pass Sasuke. He works almost as hard as I do, but he then again he has the Sharingan, which is just enough of an advantage. Why does the entire system favor those with bloodline traits? Will I never pass him simply because of this stupid system? Bloodline Traits vs. Normal Ninjas… of course the Bloodlines will win. Maybe they just want to encourage them to become ninjas, not that they need any more encouragement, "Oh, you are going to be such a great ninja! You are so talented and you have a bloodline trait! You need to enroll!" It is just sickening, and then that makes them all to high and mighty. Sasuke, Neji, you see it every time…
I unconsciously looked at my paper and I realized that I had drawn Hinata Hyuuga. She was an acquaintance, but I did like her. She is the only person I know who both has a bloodline trait and humility. I really admired her for that, also she put up with Neji. I can barely stand him from the few times I've ever had to deal with him, and they have to live together! Poor girl, she really isn't very well fit to be a ninja because she is so nice and shy. I bet she'll make a great medic, she has fairly good chakara control and she loves people. Maybe I should give this to her for a gift, I bet she'd like the recognition.
-Sasuke's POV-
Wow today was a long day. I thought as I took my weapons pouch off and threw all of my weapons to the floor. Training seemed to have taken forever, but in reality I had been out training for a lot shorter that usual. I couldn't stop thinking about Miharu and our conversation today. She is just so interesting. But I have to try harder if I ever want to be able to have any sort of relationship with her. Maybe tomorrow I'll go to school without styling my hair or anything. It might be interesting to see everyone's reaction. I went into the bathroom to wash all of the gel out of my hair.
-Naruto's POV-
I walked into my apartment and got out some instant ramen, and filled it up with hot water. " Today was about three times as long as it needed to be," I said out loud. Not that there was really anyone to talk to. I'd decided not to skip so close to the final exam, but today I didn't hear a word the teacher said anyway. Why did that bastard Sasuke sit next to her? I wanted to sit next to Miharu…I mean, it's not like he has any competition or anything, couldn't he let me have one day just to pretend I was though?
"AHHH!" Lost in my thoughts, I'd managed to spill some of the water onto my hand. I quickly put my ramen down and went to put my hand under some cold water. "Geez, why did I have to do that? Now my hand is going to hurt for training. I just need to pay attention! But I can't no matter what I do," I sighed and examined my hand further. It didn't look to bad; it should be healed enough for all practical purposes in a couple of days. Good, it would be bad if I'd seriously scalded it with the final exam so close…I really hope I pass this time. I don't know what I'll do if I don't, I think this may be my last chance. Or at least the last one I'll give myself.
I decided to switch my thoughts to less depressing topics and once again Miharu came up. She was always so nice to everyone, not particularly social, but always nice. She is at the top of the class and still seems to have time for people like me. You don't get that to much, people being both smart and nice. I hope she realizes how rare and special she is. I hope she ends up with someone who is just as special.
But then why do at the same time I want to be with her?
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