This is my first attempt to fanfiction, please don't expect to much of it.
I'm happy with every review I get, but please for the negative ones: tell me why you don't like it because I can't improve myself when you only say "this sucks"
Enjoy reading! )
You are making my life hell. I don't know were your ideas come from. But it sure wasn't me.
I go from one drama to another and I don't get the feeling that you care. Although you all tell everyone that you do care for me and understand me, feel with me and all that stuff.
You are the ones who are doing this to me
I'm generally described as a bouncy go lucky guy. And somehow you manage to keep this up while I get scorned, beaten and god knows what else.
And once you realise that is not very realistic you decide it's better to make me a bit less happy. In other words: depressed. Also known as emo.
To explain my previous behaviour you let people believe I have always worn a mask. And that should explain everything.
Because I was cutting myself since I was nine and tried to kill myself more times then you can count.
Cause yes everything is possible with a demon inside of you, except dying of course.
But when I do die, if it is a one-shot, the story is done or, if it isn't a one-shot, I'm secretly alive somewhere in the woods training to become stronger and surprise everyone when I come back.
And as fun it is to see everybody's reaction when I return I do not like the idea of me merging with the demon and my chance of looks because of that.
No way in hell the stupid demon and I will cooperate. I'm too stubborn and he is too evil, and I'm a nice guy.
In spite of what you al do to me I would never put you through hell, because there is no chance for me if the demon takes over. Believe me, I can know.
So when I'm all strong and fast and really good I'm most of the time really smart (its al part of the masquerade I put up). And as much as I like that it's not true.
I'm not that dumb or obvious most of you want me to be, but I'm really not a genius. It does not come naturally to me. I can be smart if I really want too and study very hard.
But I don't. I don't want to spend my days reading books. I rather train.
But that doesn't mean I don't recognise things in front of me.
Because you all love the cute, little, obvious me. Especially the obvious thing. Like I'm pure and innocent. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a ninja.
Basically I kill people in order to protect people for a living. Yes indeed I get payed for it!
I'm thankful you all want to help me in your own special way. You all want me to be loved. I thank you for that. It's just a bit sad that you al want different persons to be my partner and lover.
And most of them seem a little…odd. You choose people that I hardly know or have even met. You don't really care if it is an enemy, friend or a dead person.
And the gender doesn't matter to you as well. Frankly, you hook me up with everyone.
But then again, you want me to be happy and stuff and who can blame you for that. Plus I'm loved and I like that.
I have to say, all these stories entertain me. It's fun to read them and yes, sometimes they make me feel all warm inside.
Thus does not let this discourage you and unleash your imagination.
But I can't help to be relieved that thank god you don't own me.
Well that was it, I hoped you liked it, let me know.
After re-reading this story a thousand times, I don't really like it anymore but in that case I will never post something, then how will I learn?
