learning, FTW! -shino-

[SAKURA]

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[atrb=style,width:320px; border-top: 5px solid #000000; padding: 5px 0px 0px 0px;][STYLE=font-family: times; font-weight: 100!important; font-style: italic; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #000000; margin-top: -5px;]ouji-sama no kisu[/style] [STYLE=margin-top: -15px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #000000; line-height: 16px;]Sakura adored the Library. It was a place full of silence and books; two things she couldn't get enough, especially living next door to Naruto Uzumaki. She could hear him all the way in her bedroom, which was in the middle of her own house, and his was on the farthest side from her house. He was loud, but his mother was sure as hell louder. She could hear her screeching all the way across the street at Shikamaru's house at times. She still loved his mother though; she was so happy and cool, and motherly. Nothing like Sakura's own mother; her own mother was a whore and tried to act like her friend instead of a parent. Sakura hated it. It was behind the reasoning to why Sakura liked being at both Naruto and Shika's house so much; both of their mothers nurtured her like she were their own child. Shaking her head, Sakura returned to her bookish thoughts. She was in the Library, sitting at a table, Science book open to the page of homework she had to do that night, but her homework had already been finished, she was just checking the answers over. After checking them twice, she closed the book with a thump and pulled out a small, tattered book from her bag. A romance novel she knew forwards and backwards, the front cover tearing at the edges and trying to fall off the book. She began reading it, slouching down in her seat. She had already shed her uniform jacket and was now in just her button up blouse, skirt, her knee high socks, and mary-janes. Her short hair was in a messy bun, high on her head, with wisps of hair falling over her forehead and eyes, tickling at her nose softly. She had been in the library for over thirty minutes, ever since school had ended for the day. She spent most days that she had no plans either in the schools Library or curled in her own bed at home, studying or reading. Most people had left the school by now, most not wanting to stay in the school longer than needed, but the Librarian knew Sakura was still there, she always knew that Sakura stayed for about a hour, and she trusted the pink-haired braniac not to reck anything if she closed earlier, she always made sure to prop the locked door open for her. So, here she sat, reading her romance novel in a quiet Library.[/style]	[atrb=style, width: 5px;]	[atrb=style, width: 120px; text-align: center; border-top: 5px solid #ff4b93; padding: 5px 0px 0px 0px;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #c4c2c2;][/style]
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[Bug Whisperer]

Shino, being the usual creep he is, found his way once again into the library after school, doing his own research on his less then famous female scientists. Seeing as the Library was one of the only places he had that had almost to complete science, at least, when he wanted there to be. Flipping through the historical section of the library, his fingers were scented with old time pages and dust. Occasionally whipping off his fingers, so they didn't become dreadfully dirty. Seeing as the Library would get hot in the afternoon, and even hotter as the sun started going down, he had decided to take of his hood, exposing his large, bushy, black hair, and most of his face, still covering his lower chin.

The Librarian had already known he was going to stay late, he always did, she ended up giving him his own key to the library he was kept in so late. Shino found it best for him to come by after school, its less crowded, and he doesn't get as many stares. Of course, he did not mind being open in a simply bliss environment, he was just glad nobody he knew was currently around.

Spinning around, he roamed around the different sections of the library's halls as he got into his books. The sound of only his footsteps and his brain going to work was such a wonderful sound. Out of the blue, he let out a large yawn, it echo'ed across the library. He did not realize it was that bad of an echo until just then. He took wise notice into it as he began digging his nose back into his book. He walked past an isle, taking notice in who, or what is in that exact isle. Looking past one specific one, he noticed a small girl, with pink hair, in her school uniform, except without the jacket. He shrugged it off until he caught a little glimpse of what seemed like either a book, or something a dog chewed up, spit out and ran over by a steamroller. Looking around, he pulled his hoddie out of his jacket pocket. Putting it over his head, he pushed the buttons through there right holes and preceded towards her.

" My apologies ma'm, but that book your carryin..It seems to be quite damaged, you might want to fix that up. Sloppiness shows weakness, and weakness leads to desire. "

He pushed his glasses up, with the hoodie on, his hair was only somewhat visible, his forehead, covered in darkness, and the rest of his face, either covered up by his glasses or shaded in some was due to the lighting. Looking down, he noticed a science book, filled with papers, what seemed like worksheets, possible homework for some type of teacher. What ever it was, the other book seemed to be in such wonderful shape.[/font]