Moving into a new life

Chapter 2

The day of departure had come. It was the last day of the vacation when I drove to the train station with my mother at the wheel. The suitcases full of my things that I needed to survive in a small village. When I got to the station, my mother helped me get my things onto the train, then stopped outside and waved to me. I didn't wave back, instead, I just looked scornfully after her. She actually put me on a train to Konoha. The place was so small it wasn't even on the map. "Oh man ..." I mumbled. After I had gathered my suitcases, I sat down in one of the empty seats behind me. "Well, where do you want to go?" Asked the man next to me. He was an estimated 25, maybe a little younger. "To hell ..." I replied irritably and looked at the floor. "To hell? Why that?" Asked the man curiously. "Because my mother doesn't like me," I replied. The man laughed softly. I looked at him from the side in amazement. Only now did I notice that his hair was jet black, tied in a long braid, like my father used to have in his youth. "Why are you laughing?" I asked him. "I don't think your mother doesn't like you. After all, she's your mother." He laughed again. "Then why is she sending me away?" I asked him acidly. "I don't know, but she surely had a reason.", Answered the black-haired. I shrugged. "And if so." The man wanted to reply, but then the conductor appeared: "Can I see your ticket, maid lady?" I rummaged in my pocket, took out the ticket and presented it to him: "Here you go." “Thank you very much.” With a slimy smile he examined the card and handed it back to me. He did the same with the man next to me. After the conductor had left the compartment, the black-haired one began to speak again: "What do you think is your mother's cause?" "She wants to get rid of me, that's clear." I crossed my arms, insulted. After that there was silence for the time being. In between I peered over at the mysterious man. He read the whole time and didn't say a word. He didn't move either. Even when I went out to the toilet once, he was still sitting in the same position as before. I carefully tugged at his sleeve: “Excuse me?” The man looked up from his book and looked at me kindly. "Tell me ... what would you do in my situation?" I asked unsettled. "Hmm ...", he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I think I would just try to make the best of it. You can't do more than that." "Thanks ..." I thought about his words. Sure, make the most of it. That was easier said than done. What should be good about it? I looked at the man again. But he was already absorbed in his book again. Another hour before the train would bring me to the end of my life.I shouldn't waste this hour with boredom. So I found my book and started reading. Unfortunately, I couldn't stop looking at the man every now and then. He radiated something mysterious, I thought. I let out a low sigh. The black-haired turned to me: "Is something?" "No, nothing," I said, blushing. He turned away again, gave a quick grin and read on. I drew the book very close to my face and sank into humility. About 20 minutes later, the train stopped at my destination. I grabbed my suitcase and stumbled off the train. I wanted to look back one last time to see the man, but he was gone. Well, then not, I thought, and looked for the exit. When I finally found him, I took my suitcase and went out. In front of the train station, I noticed for the first time how cold it was. I quickly put on my jacket and sat on one of the suitcases. Now it was time to wait. "I hope he has gotten used to being late ..." I mumbled. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be the case. Because after a whole hour, he still did not show up. "So that's going too far now!" I moaned while stamping my foot like a little child. "What exactly, if I may ask?" "Oh, are you finally doing me the honor and - ..." I fell silent after I saw who asked me that. “You ?!” The black-haired smiled friendly and asked me his question again. "My brother forgot me," I replied. "If you want, I can take you with me," the man offered me. “Yes, why not.” The man took my suitcase and carried them to one of the cars. It was a red Porsche. I looked at him in astonishment, while I saw his face turn slightly reddish. He got behind the wheel and asked me to sit next to him. I didn't have to be told that twice. “Where does your brother live?” “Wait a minute, I wrote the address down here.” I rummaged in my jacket pockets, then in my trouser pockets and finally I found it in my wallet. “Here.” I handed him the note. "Ah, I know where that is," he said and drove off. "Um ... what's your name?" I asked carefully. The black-haired laughed. "Itachi, Itachi Uchiha. And you?" "Caro Hatake.", I answered him. "By the way, you can also call me on your", Itachi said and smiled. “Cool.” “What school do you actually go to?” He asked. “To the ninja academy.” He nodded. I was always amazed at the name of the school. “So, we're there.” Itachi got out of the car and opened the door for me. “Thanks.” Then he helped me to carry the suitcases to the house. We said goodbye to each other, then he drove off. When I rang the doorbell, a small piece of paper fell out of my jacket pocket. I picked it up and read what it said. It was from Itachi, and it had his cell phone number on it. I happily stowed it in my wallet.Tomorrow I would write to him, now I was too exhausted. Only now did I notice that still no one had opened the door for me. So I rang again. Since still no one answered, I started ringing the bell storm. Finally someone opened the door: “Yes?” A disheveled Kakashi in boxer shorts stood in front of me. "Well, I don't know what you just did, but I would advise you to stop." I said and walked past him into the hallway. Without looking at him, I knew that his head was red now. "Oh yes, thanks for picking me up from the train station. It was really nice of you, brother." "That was today ?!" he asked and turned to me. "Yes, imagine that. But even if you had known, you would have been late." I accused him. He knew I was right. "And whoever is up there should go now," I said threateningly. Of course, Kakashi wasn't afraid of me, but he knew I would send her away otherwise. "I understand," he said and trotted upstairs. Meanwhile, I got my suitcase into the house and closed the door. “I should have known!” A weeping brunette woman ran past me out of the house. "Now wait a minute ...!" I heard Kakashi shout, but when he noticed that the woman was gone, he looked at me angrily. "Who was that?" I asked him. "Apparently my ex-girlfriend.", Kakashi replied angrily. "The way she reacted, probably your first one-night stand," I replied with a grin. Kakashi raised his fist threateningly and came over to me. "You don't hit girls," I said. "Right, you are right, my darling," he replied and patted me like a dog. "Well, I'll show you your room now, my gold piece." "Shut up!" I hissed. "Oh, what is it? Aren't you okay honey?" Kakashi whistled. “Stop it!” He couldn't help but grin, which upset me even more. When he showed me my room, I noticed it was right next to his. “The bathroom is there.” He indicated a small room. "Ok. I'll go unpack things then." "Do that, I'll ... get dressed." I grinned as he disappeared into his room. My room was bigger than my old one and also happier. It had yellow painted walls and parquet floors. Anyway, I still want to go back. It's as exciting here as in a retirement home. I sat on my bed and sighed. Then I took a quick look around my room. A large window that reached to the floor, an empty desk (it didn't look like Kakashi had ever used it) and of course the big bed were in here. It was a double bed and I hope Kakashi hasn’t needed it yet ... “Well, do you like your room?” Kakashi stood in the doorway, dressed, and stared at me expectantly. I shrugged. "Yeah, that's nice ..." "Have you actually seen that little" extra "in your room?"" Extra? "Tense, I jumped up from the bed and followed Kakashi to the window. He opened it and showed a small balcony with a rose grid on it." That's cool! "I paused." I mean, it's quite ... ok. "Kakashi grinned and ruffled my hair. Then I looked at him angrily." I'll go again so you can unpack in peace. ", he said and disappeared. I propped myself up with my elbows on the white railing of the balcony and put my head in my hands. The cool sun shone in my face and the wind brushed my hair. After a short time, I became too cold and." I went back into the room. I wondered why it was just so cold, it was summer. I should really be unpacking now, I thought, and already took my first suitcase. In total there were two suitcases and two large bags and Everything was jam-packed. I opened the large wooden cupboard and packed the contents of my first suitcase in. Then I opened the second suitcase and the contents of this suitcase also disappeared into the cupboard. Only the two pockets were missing. In one of them were my cosmetics, like make-up, nail polish, toothbrush and Co. I had my laptop, cell phone, bed linen and so on in the other, so I went into the bathroom with the first bag and set everything up. I smirked as I thought about how Kakashi would react at the sight. His house was turned into a girls' shack, and it was done entirely on purpose. When I finished "defacing" his bathroom, I went back to my room. There, I unpacked my laptop, put it on the desk and made my bed. The bed sheets still smelled of my old life ... I was just finished sniffing my bed when my cell phone started ringing. I searched the floor and finally found it under the bed: “Yes, hello?” “Hello, did you arrive safely?” It was my mother who asked me that. "How to take it," I replied, thinking that Kakashi had forgotten me. “But now I'm here.” “Good. And how are you?” She asked, probably just out of courtesy. "How do you feel when your parents just deport you?" I snorted into the