Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto, But I do own a Naruto plushie.
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It is my duty. It is my sin. It is my confession. I love him. I have always loved him and I can't stop. Its fate, its destiny, it's wrong. Since I was born I've had people claim I'm a prodigy. Since he was born, they've claimed him a demon. And in some sorts he is. He did something unthinkable, unfavorable, and untamable. He made me love him. It that makes me wonder.
How did he do it? I'm an unbreakable shell of a person, yet he made me love him. I can't love. I'll only hurt those I love. I don't even remember what love is, yet I know I love him.
What is love? Is it merrily two people with a special bond? Or is more? Why do people love? It's a dangerous emotion. It brings tears, pain, and heartache. I refuse to feel any emotion, not even joy. Then why did the one emotion that broke through me have to be the most unstable.
And the hardest and most important question, why him? Was it his smile that always seemed to lighten the room? Or was it the beautiful melody of his laugh? Could it be the untouched innocence that he possesses? Or could it be his pain? That we were both alone and that we need each other. Is that why I love him? I don't know, I'm lost. Yes, I admit it, the great Sasuke Uchina (sp?) is lost. And all because of him.
I became interlaced in his eyes, lost in the want to touch is beautiful hair. I love him. I love Naruto Uzumaki.
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I konw it's short, but it was supposed to be. I know I haven't finished my other stories. I know I didn't fight with my muses at the begining.
Hoho: Amazing...
Alexa: Truly
I know a lot of things were weird about this story but it came to me while I was making a model of the theory o Space-Time. The last thing I know is that little purple button down there with the GO on it would love for you to click it. I would like it too.