The Family's Pride

by I-A-M-T-H-E-E-N-E-M-Y

A long life together; just the two of them. Even when variables get in the way, they would always be bound to one another in more ways than one. SasuNaru, Narufem!, so it's techinically not slash.

1. Memories

Stories are usually built on a bit of truth, be it a fictional novel or a small prose poem. The truth is the foundation for all other events; the hatred of one, the impassive love of another, and the strength of the final one who gave me a rather rough shove in the right direction. This truth, in many cases, can be obscure and hard to find. But, within this story, my story, it is clear to see the truth that this story was built entirely on was the truth I grew up to know and cherish, and, eventually, love. The truth is a small one, though maybe the biggest mistake I've ever made. The truth was meeting them. Vague was our beginning. Hard to remember now that so many years have gone by.

But, I suppose, if such a story must be told, why not tell it here. Why not tell it in all the truth I know, all the truth I can provide?

I shall do that now. But, mind you, this all may go by quickly until the recent events.

So.. Shall I begin?