Haruno Sakura (goodwithscalpel) wrote in last_stretch,
@ 2009-10-04 03:35:00

Entry tags:

done!; closed log;
Who: Sakura, Shino, Lit Class full of NPCs
What: The hard science kids hiding in the back of the class while the lit majors pontificate all over the place in the front. Also, there's a spider, and Sakura's geeky past comes to light.
Where: Literature Class, in whatever college we are, Jesus.
When: Friday, October 2nd

She wasn't bored at all, you see. Boredom had nothing to do with why her foot tapped against the floor. It was Friday. Last class of the week. She was already envisioning that warm bath she'd subject herself to, and the cup of tea right before sleeping a bit. To be in time for her first day at Naruto's place. In all honesty, she was nervous about it. By the end of October, she had every intention of telling her parents that she was a big girl who'd take her own decisions and if they didn't like them, they could suck it.

So, the class wasn't at fault at all, it was her mind going at 1000 miles per hours, analysing all possibilities of the nearby future, while still paying attention to what the professor droned out to them. Back at the end of the classroom, it was a question of either straining her ears or buying the book from which the professor took his notes. But Sakura was in a pinch anyway, so straining her ears it was. She was grateful that she at least had a quiet benchmate like Shino. He didn't fall asleep in class and then ask for her notes, at least.

Letting out a small huff, Sakura tapped her pen against her notepad twice before staring to write.

The symbolism in Byron's third piece is--

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strongsilentype
2009-10-06 10:45 pm UTC (link)

They must have looked like quite the pair, Shino with two mismatched bags and Sakura with her hands full of tissue and spider, both slipping carefully down the hall toward freedom on a Friday afternoon. Someone image conscious might have been uncomfortable. Then again, someone image conscious probably wouldn't have spent their afternoon saving a spider like this.

The words caught him a little off-guard as he slipped ahead again (a person didn't realize how many doors were in a building until he or she had to open all of them for someone else). As with most words that caught him off-guard, it took him a minute to process them.

"...not if you're going to call me 'Aburame-san.'"

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goodwithscalpel
2009-10-06 10:55 pm UTC (link)

"I wasn't planning to, Shino-san. Whether you liked it or not," she answered, stopping to wink at him. Then she crossed that open door, and the other and the other.

She heard the whispers and felt the stares at the back of her head. This whole situation brought her back to high school, or middle school, when acting strange or not being part of a homogeneous group made you stand out and consequently be ostracized by your classmates. She caught the closest person to them who seemed to be about to make a teasing comment and directed her deadliest glare to them. That had immediate effect. Mouth zipped shut instantly.

Sakura then gave them her sweetest and most dangerous smile, before carrying on her way. Nothing to see, nothing to see.

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strongsilentype
2009-10-08 04:26 pm UTC (link)

She was vaguely enigmatic. Shino ought to have understood her properly--she was a girl who had been kicked in the shins before and felt justified in throwing dirt back in the faces of bullies. It should have been obvious from the reaction to the spider, but it took the quiet smile in the hallway to solidify in his mind.

She was nevertheless vaguely an enigma to him. There was something unexpected about her, perhaps the way things like this popped up. Had he been asked at the beginning of the day, or the beginning of class, or even simply a few minutes before the incident with the hysterical lit students, Shino would certainly not have guessed that he would be spending the beginning of his evening off bonding with the pink-haired girl he tended to know is passing more than anything else.

Outside, plans came back into action. "...over there. Where it's sheltered."

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goodwithscalpel
2009-10-08 04:54 pm UTC (link)

She knew the place well enough to know where the grass was higher and which part of the green area was used by less students. It wasn't spy work or anything as complicated; she just liked to note down little details like those. No-one was more aware of how complicated she could be deep down than Sakura herself.

That, however, was beside the point. The point was that, after one whole year of college, it was in her second year through pre-med that she was quite probably making the first friend in class. She knew other people and had other friends in other majors, but this was an unique oportunity, simply for the fact that it could mean some of her classes wouldn't be as lonely as before. Or at least biochem. She'd have to sit down next to him more often. Maybe not for passing notes during the class, but simply for the fact of having shared an adventure like this with him. There had to be some sort of connection that had formed itself after this. Right?

Sakura stopped on the pavement right before the grass, and kneeled down. "You know," she said, aware that he was listening because he was still there. "Twenty years from now, when the radiation hits and they all turn gigantic, I like to think that you and I will be spared."

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strongsilentype
2009-10-08 06:37 pm UTC (link)

There it was, the enigma again.

Shino didn't quite smile. He'd smiled quite a lot in their conversation thus far, and it wasn't so much that his muscles were sore as that it as that he'd simply used up his quota for the moment of things which were really worth the effort to break his usual calm exterior.

"...just for this?" It was easy to deal with sarcasm when you were an Aburame. Deadpan came very easy and naturally with the basic neutrality which came so easily to their clan. He shifted the bags on his shoulders slightly, preparing to hand Sakura's back when she was done fussing.

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goodwithscalpel
2009-10-08 06:57 pm UTC (link)

"We'll just save more, then," she answered, letting the arachnid crawl out of her hand and into the grass before standing up again.

"And maybe we'll be named unofficial members of their alliance, or..." she mused as she took her bag back. Then laughed slightly and rubbed her note, embarrassed. "Mm, getting too much into this fantasy."

Her eyes fell down to the grass again--she couldn't see her, but she knew that something good had come out of this--before looking back up. "That was fun, wasn't it?" she asked, nudging him softly in the shoulder. "We should celebrate."

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strongsilentype
2009-10-08 07:08 pm UTC (link)

That got a reaction. It wasn't another smile, but it was certainly a reaction. The first comment got a slightly bemused expression onto his face (something like a slight head-tilt and tiny pursing of his lips), while the unnecessary little point of contact brought a very slight tension to his shoulders.

It was the sort of reaction he'd always had, even to involuntary touching. When his father absentmindedly reached over to smooth his hair, it was fine. When a stranger brushed passed him on the street, it felt invasive.

"Celebrate relocating a spider?"

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	goodwithscalpel 2009-10-08 07:11 pm UTC (link)
	She raised an eyebrow at that. Twitchy around touch, or was it just her? She shook her head. "Relocating a spider, interrupting Literature class to give them a lesson in what really symbolizes life, having talked more than half an hour, and oh--" She smiled. "You, passing notes." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	strongsilentype 2009-10-08 07:14 pm UTC (link)
	...oh. That. Something like a sheepish look creept over his face, shoulders softening again as he tilted his head away from her with an apologetic twitch of his lips. As much as the first few things were silly and amazingly friendly things, the last stung just a little, most likely unintentionally. "That's not really something to celebrate." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	goodwithscalpel 2009-10-08 07:16 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh, it is. It's like the beginning of a new friendship," she corrected him. "All Casablancaish." She paused. "Except I'm not going to shoot you, and I really have no-one to whom I can promise to always have Paris, but that's irrelevant," she concluded, waving her hand dissmissively. "Anyway, do you like muffins?" (Reply to this)(Parent)

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