Oh, god. My mind is seriously fcked up right now. Don't spend two weeks staying up past one in the morning and cooking and cleaning, I fcks your mind up.

This is here, just here. Just like my other story, 'Unknown'.

To tell you the truth... I have abso-fcking-lutely no idea the fck is happening in the story. It's a drabble but I wanted to write (and rant) so here it goes.

Miageta yozora no hoshi-tachi no hikari

-Orange Range 'Tokahashi'

The young blonde boy sat atop his favorite spot in Konoha, the Yondaime Hokage's head int the large rock monument.

He clutched the head band that rest in his hand. He had succeeded. He had dragged that Teme back from the Valley of the End. But not without getting one serious Chidori injury.

He knew he should be in the hospital right now, resting and healing. But he needed to think, and the Yondaime's head was perfect for that.

He would have lost. He just couldn't hurt his best friend like that. That's why his Rasengan didn't hit. But, of course, Kyuubi had changed that. After his body pasted out, the fox had taken over his form and beat some sense into the youngest remaining Uchiha, effectively knocking him out, before his body proceeded to shut down. Thank God for Kakashi.

After getting back he had learned a few things. The villagers were idiots. Being all prissy about there precious Uchiha being happy and in good health. When ever head that shit he almost bust a gut.

Though, it wasn't Sasuke's fault. Just the masochistic villagers. Damn them.

The blonde boy lifted himself up from the ground he was lying on before, and brushed the dust away from his pants. He had some explaining to do to his best friend.

Owari