Ohayou gozaimasu! LOL I become hyper when I don't get sleep. ANWAYS! Since it is almost five in the morning and I haven't gotten (correct grammar? Yes? No?) one wink of sleep yet, I decided to write a Sasuke drabble. I almost didn't write this drabble but I just read two reviews which were written a long time ago which I didn't read for a reason heaven-knows-what from review metro for my other story (which I abandoned, cause it was only a burst of inspiration and I lost my interest even before reading ANY reviews LOL the reviewers were SOOOOOO RIGHT! And I'm not being sarcastic. I'm just being jolly hyper cause I CAN'T SLEEP! Help me. LOL!! And I even have to go to a party later T-T) and I decided to go on with the drabble. This fic is flippantly penned. But no problem, right? It's a drabble. I'm not going to continue it. maybe……….
DISCLAMER: I don't own Naruto, because if I did I would be rich right now. But I'm not. So that means I don't own Naruto (cause I can't draw!!!!!!!!!) anyways, I don't have money if anyone decides to sue me. LOL I'm so NOT sleeeeeeeeeeeepy. But I want to be sleepy! T-T
On with teh drabble!
Disgusting. I find his ways disgusting. He is ill-mannered and he is very obnoxious. The signs of his non-existent breeding are clearly showing. The non-sense pouring out of his ramen-filled mouth is enough to drive an Uchiha crazy.
Pitiable. The state of his clothes is ridiculous. He probably doesn't iron it, maybe he couldn't afford an iron. Stains are quite the usual occurrence. Stains that came from heaven-knows-where. Perhaps ramen. Perhaps…something else.
Childish. He doesn't know how to yield, he doesn't know where to draw the line. Everyone tells him that he should give up, that he can't do it, but he's so tenacious. I always have to save him from the perilous events that come from his carelessness.
But he is so happy. He is in a magical land that I will never reach. He is always content with what little things that he has. Take ramen, for instance. It fills him and makes him feel good, while I scowl at fine food that he couldn't afford even if he worked overtime.
He gets along with people. People who haven't heard of his secret, people who doesn't judge him at the first glance. Usually his relationships with people start out rocky, but in the end he always manages to become good friends with whoever he meets.
His laugh could fill up an entire room, his smile brightens up the Hokage's day. The determined look on his face and his sparkling blue eyes full of vigour inspire me to work harder, to persevere even more. His competitiveness pushes me to outdo him, although sometimes it is too much even for me to handle.
As much I hate to admit it, I admire him. I admire Uzumaki Naruto. I have always been jealous of the way he takes things head-on, the way he dives into danger without thinking. I have always wanted to do things the way he does; without care, without looking back. Maybe it is not too late, maybe I can change.
Maybe he can teach me how to enjoy life the way he does.
It is not too late.
Weird. I intended this drabble to become some sort of ''why do I love him even though he's imperfect?'' drabble but look how it came out. Quite unsual. I don't even know, my mind is a mess right now. You can even ignore the yaoiness in this one. So weird. Anyways, please tell me what I did wrong. Cause I have a feeling this drabble wasn't good.
Now that I feel gloomy with the failure of this drabble, I feel so tired and sleepy.
Oyasumi, minna.