NaruSasu: Vampire Love Story 2
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or his friends.
Warnings: theirs NaruSasu,Yaoi and Mpreg (a little later ok )
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NaruSasu Vamprie Love Story
Naruto's POV (still XD)
I looked at Sasuke "Why are you Blushing Sasuke?" I asked him.Sasuke's eyes went wide "N-nothing..Ok..." he said as he stutter and he turn his head away from me.
"Oh ok" I said then I went to the other side of him an
They Just KnowDiscl: Naruto is property of Masashi Kishimoto.
This is a great song to listen to while you're reading this ;D
Kankurou knew. Nobody had to tell him, or warn him, or prepare him for anything. He just knew. The moment his mother died, it came to him. His father wasn't around to tell him, and the rest of their family wasn't interested enough to. But the moment she produced a blood-curdling cry and her body fell limp, was the moment he realized he would have to take care of his family from now on. His little sister, Temari, who was so confused that night, needed comfort, even though she lied and said she didn't. Temari-chan had hidden in the laundry-room, trying to remember images of her mother folding up clothes with the sweetest smell hanging in the air. Kankurou had taken his baby brother, Gaara, and gone over to her. They quietly entertained the baby, trying t
Naruto Broken Addict :1:
You know, these so-called 'obvious' things in life, are called 'obvious' for a reason; because they aren't supposed to be obvious at all. Because, if it really were so obvious, then everything in life should be obvious! And nothing is!
...Or is this just an excuse for not foreseeing what was going on with somebody important to me? Should it have been obvious? I guess, if you think about it, it sort of was. But at that moment, I hadn't thought about it that much. I didn't make too much out of it. You know what, I just didn't make anything out of it at all. And I should have.
But could you blame me? I mean, the kid always smiles, doesn't he? How should I have known there had to be a reason for that! He's a weird twelve-year-old boy! How should I have known he was thirty in his head? How should I have known he just didn't want us to know anything about his true self just so that he could hide what we all had missed? What we all should have seen, even if he was hiding it so w
Broken WingsHe stared at her as she walked by. She was chatting with her friend, was boarding the tram with as little bounce in her step as anyone on Monday morning, but looked breathtaking nonetheless.
He took the same tram as her nearly every day.
In his mind, he sort of looked forward to the tiny, brief meetings.
They didn't smile at each-other, or attempt to strike up a conversation.
Never did they sit beside each other as the vehicle departed.
But he knew she could feel him staring at her secretly.
He knew there was a possibility that she could hear his music, so he changed it to something she might like, just for the off chance that they might get to speak about mutual music interests. Just in case.
Then, suddenly, she stopped taking the same tram as him.
He didn't worry about it at first; didn't search the playground for her face.
Didn't realize that her friend was nowhere to be seen, either.
Eventually, he forgot all about his little crush. The last remnants having been washed away the mom
Like A FoxDisclaimer: Naruto is property of Masashi Kishimoto
He hated them. He hated the looks they shot his way. He hated their dark, sober eyes. He hated their frowns and scowls. He hated the way they would tell him to 'fuck off' or 'crawl into a hole and die'. But the worst thing they've ever said to him was...
He ducked his head and growled under his breath, but didn't engage in a fight. It would be pointless to start something now. After twelve years of being hated and rejected... The feeling of being utterly unimportant was numbing his heavy heart with a constant flow.
He didn't know where he was supposed to go to for help or guidance or a feeling of home. But he did know one thing was certain; nothing would do any better than anything else. One place wouldn't be any better than the other. If he wept on the streets or wept in the forest, the feeling would still remain.
And the pain w