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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
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
StarvationShe is a teenager. Infested with boiling emotions that bubble up to her lips and make her say things she doesn't even really mean. She is a teenager. The type that hides things from others because shame is the key element in her life that keeps her from growing up. She is a teenager. Trying hard to make the switch to adulthood yet struggling against her memories of warm happiness. She is a teenager. The lonely kind.
The magazine was less entertaining than the TV, but both were taken over by skinny models in haute couture and the latest fashion. A glass of water was held poised between her boney fingers, and she tentatively sipped it every-so-often, trying to take her mind off the meals she'd skipped. They said that not eating was the worst thing you could do to your body, and that you would only gain weight instead of losing it. But if that was so, she thought, then why would all those anorexi
Naruto Broken Addict :6:When I woke up, it wasn't to the sound of barking, or a ranting old lady, or lady Hokage telling me I was late for a mission. It wasn't to any sound at all. It was to instinctive intuition. For some reason, I had the feeling something was wrong. So, like any normal person would, I stood up, stretched, and went to look for Naruto; who had decided to sleep in his room for an all-too-understanding reason. I still don't know what came over me yesterday. I do know that I usually get dreams like those whenever I let someone get interesting to me. It even happened with Minato-sensei. He was the first to let me see the world differently since my parents died, and before I knew him better, I got one of those dreams.
And since I didn't get one of those dreams last night, I have a feeling the same thing must've happened with Naruto. Therefore, the moment I opened the door to his room and found him on the ground, bleeding heavily from his arm, it was confirmed that I felt more of
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
Heartless LoveHe thrust the hilt of the knife into my hand, enclosing his cold fingers around my own for a moment before pulling back. Without a word, he rolled up the cotton sleeve of his shirt and demanded coarsely,
"Cut my skin!"
"Do it! Now!"
"Have you gone insane?"
Frustration marring the fine features of his face, he reclaimed his weapon and drug it across his arm, splitting skin and reaching bone, yet refraining from clenching his teeth or furrowing his brows.
After registering all this, my eyes were finally brave enough to fall upon the mark of hurt he had inflicted upon himself and realized something that would change my life forever.
He locked eyes with me once more and before I could get lost in the depth of his swirling han blue orbs, he growled, "Do you understand now?!"
I was awestruck and couldn't find the right words to lace into a coherent sentence without screaming. I was scared, but not for myself - it was him I was worried about. What did he think of all
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
NaruSasu: Vampire Love Story 2
Hey guys I hope your going to this next chapter because work very hard on it. = )
Naruto: I do not own Naruto or his friends.
Warnings: theirs NaruSasu,Yaoi and Mpreg (a little later ok )
Now lets started XD
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 and I looked at him and see he was still blushing then I said"Then why are you still blushing Sasuke?..mmm?" I looked at him.
My face turn very very red as a tomato.'Crap...why am I blushing so much?'I thought. "Well Sasuke?" said the blue eye boy.I look at him and I said" I'm fine..." Then my throat started to burn."Ah!!" I scream as I grub my throat."Sasuke!! are you ok!!??" Said the worreid blond as he looked at me."ah...ah no I'm not..ah" I said while I was still holding my throat."Sasuke!!"
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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