Often times I wonder what the world would be like if all the weapons were destroyed.
He lay emotionless on the coarse soil, looking upwards at the black sky. Rain slowly started dripping down from the heavens. A few droplets landed on his whiskered cheeks before becoming larger and heavier.
Sometimes I think that it might be pleasant.
Azure eyes continued to stare up, unblinking despite the rain that was falling into them. He lay unmoving. He was unwilling to move. He no longer had the mental capacity to move. For a moment he had no soul. He was just an empty shell.
Then, I remember that people are evil. If there were no longer weapons, people would eventually make new ones.
All the warmth that was once in his body was removed from him in a matter of moments. The normal human being might have been freezing by now. A normal human being would have gotten up, maybe half of an hour ago, and found some sort of shelter. Intelligent people would have considered that they might die if they stayed in a situation like this for to long, but this person was not a normal human being. He did not feel anything at the time. He didn't care about anything, even if it meant his survival. All he wanted at that moment was to be nothing.
Isn't "love" supposedly a weapon?
The last of his strength was draining from him. He coughed, and slowly closed his eyes.
I wish I could destroy love.
Instantly, his world went blank.
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AN: Heeey everybody. Welcome to my very crappily written introduction. It is Sunday, 12:18 AM and I just finished watching a huge documentary about some crazy dude who killed everybody in the "perfect society" he created. This is what happens when you combine crazy dude, three chocolate chip cookies put in the microwave for 15 seconds, and Naruto! This is my second fanfiction but don't bother looking on my profile page for the first one. I took that for FOUR reasons:
1.9/10 people hated it.
2.I lost all inspiration.
3.The chapters were dreadfully short.
4.I got lazy after chapter three and decided to take three-fourths of a year vacation.
Um..I guess this is a test chapter…I don't know where I'm going with this story. If people review and give me ideas there will be a plot! But as of now there is none. I kinda want this to be a SasuNaru fic but I dono't think I have the mental capacity to be able to right one right now...so…NO PAIRING! (as of now) Ummm. GIVE ME IDEAS!!!!! cries
OH YEAH! I FORGOT!
I DO NOT OWN NARUTO!
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"Naruto!" a high-pitched voice said.
He turned messily unto this side, and grabbed the nearest pillow. "Five more minutes…"
"Naruto. There isn't enough time for 'five more minutes'!" a deeper voice coolly stated.
"Ooh, Sakura…Are you sick or something?" Naruto rolled onto his stomach and sighed into his pillow.
"You sound like a dying animal…"he yawned.
A deathly silence floated through the air. Naruto gladly accepted it. After all there's nothing better than silence on an early Sunday morning, after a night a club hopping.
What time is it anyway?
Unkown to Naruto, things were shifting around in his room.
Heh…who cares! It's always time for sleee-
Whoever was in the room found what they were looking for and quietly carried it to Naruto's bedside.
-eeeeeeeeeeeep!
"IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY HERE IN BOSTON, AND THE DAY COULD NOT BE ANY BETTER THAN IT IS RIIIIGHT NOW! HOW ABOUT THAT WEATHER CLARISSA? YES IT SURE IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY HERE, AND WITH THE TEMPERATURE HAVING STARTED AT 68 DEGREES AND STEADILY CLIMBED UP TO A---!!
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The dark haired main searched through the room without making a single sound, while a young pink haired girl watched curiously.
"Uchiha-kun?" She inquisitively whispered.
She continued to watch him as he slowly removed and old looking clock-radio from a pile of junk sitting in the forgotten corner of Naruto's room. He examined it with care, occasionally playing with the buttons and dials to see how to work it. Shortly after that he strode over to Naruto's beside leisurely turning on the radio and placing it by Naruto's head.
"Sasuke?" Sakura questioned, still not understanding the antics of the Uchiha.
Sasuke turned the dial for the volume up all the way. For a few seconds he listened to the rhythmic breathing of the sleepy blonde. He looked over at the way the boy's back rose and fell with every breath he took (ONE). For one moment the Uchiha took in each and every essence of the figure beside him.
Then, he pressed the on button and watched as the blonde screamed and desperately tried to roll out of bed to escape the noise, only to find himself tangled in his bed sheets and unable to stand up.
THUD.
Sasuke smirked at the wrapped blonde on the floor, while Sakura tried her best to hide a chuckle. The Uzumaki's face burned in humiliation as he glared up at the Uchiha towering above him.
"DAMMITSASUKEYOUEVILBASTARD!I'MGONNAKILLYOU!!!" Naruto yelled while struggling to get up from his helpless position. The angered boy merely received a nonchalant glance as the other turned his back to turn off the clock radio, and placed it on Naruto's bedside.
CRACK.
Was the noise that was made when fist met skull.
The Uchiha slowly turned his head around to look at the attacker. Instantly Naruto wished he hadn't hit the other boy. Dark eyes grew darker. Naruto stepped back slowly. The demon only continued to glare at the innocent victim. (TWO)
"S-Sa-sasuke-teme" Naruto nervously smiled and rubbed the back of his neck "Hehe. No hard feeling, right?"
The demon stepped forward…
"Ahaha…" Oh shit. I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die. Shit. Shit. Shit!!
"Uzumaki…" said the demon as he closed in on Naruto.
It was in that moment, Naruto swore not to party on Sundays ever again.
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ONE: Since Naruto is sleeping on his stomach, his back looks like it's moving more than his chest. ( I would say his chest rose and fell slowly if Naruto was on his stomach.)
TWO: Sasuke-kun is one scary dude when he's mad. So I called him a demon, since… "The scary looking man continued to glare at the innocent victim" sounds sorta bad…
AN: Sorry for the shortness, randomness, and lameness of the story. I kind of ran out ideas for things once I got to the second page in Microsoft word. Oh and the italics was kind of a mistake, but I couldn't really find a break in the flashback type-thing where I could really go forward to the present time. Sad I'm so sorry for this being so bad. I'm making another chapter to explain the setting (and why the whole dramatic beginning to this fic was not referred to in this chapter. If you want me to continue I'll try SUPER hard to make the next chapter longer! TWICE AS LONG AS THIS CHAPTER EVEN!!!! (That's 8 pages in word!)