Okay, this is my fanfiction debute. I want honest reviews if this is worth it. I choose to start with the Ipod challenge, Its mostly Gaahina but with Sasuhina as well. Rules: Pick an anime. Put iPod on shuffle. Write/Type a short ficlet with every song at least 5 . Stop writing/typing when song ends.
Disclaimer: Me no own Naruto.
Grenade by Bruno Mars
People always said he was dense. He thought it had something to do with hosting a demon, after all look at Naruto. But he never thought she'd do this. He truly thought she was over him. But then . . . Naruto finally succeeded; Sasuke was home. And despite of all the time Hinata spent telling Gaara she was over Sasuke . . . She was a lair.
"LAIR! YOU NEVER LOVED ME!" Hinata just stared as the sand wisped away the red haired man. She could have sworn he was crying.
Best Of You by Foo Fighters
"Why?" he whispered in silent agony.
"I still love him!" Hinata screamed. She cried. She cried for the first time sense the burial of her mother.
"I'm not as good as . . . Sasuke?" Gaara whimpered.
Hinata rejected his comment, still crying on his shoulder. "No . . . No, It's me. I love him. It's my hearts desire, I can't help it. You don't know how many times I wished it was you."
"So you're going to stay here and be abused instead of trying with me?"
". . . Yes"
He left.
No Sleep Till Brooklyn by Beastie Boys
The beat pulsed through him. He wailed, tasting the music. He felt her brush her back against his. He winked at his little basest. He drowned back in the music. His vocals ringing through the speakers.
He felt it the need to move. To feel her body in sync with his on the dance floor. The club was awake, thriving but their concert still roared on. He could feel it the demon inside him wanting to make him move to the pulsing beat; only with her. His Hinata.
Low by Flo Rida
He saw her. Walking to the dance floor. Jeans that fit her curves. Low cut top pretending to be modest.
"Gaara!" Naruto yelled in his ear. "Don't even think about it dude, that's Neji's cousin. Untouchable."
"Watch Me." I stepped through the thrashing bodies. I felt the beat wash over me. I spotted her. I glided beside her, matching her rhythm. She winked at me. Playing along. "LOW LOW LOW LOW" Twisted my eardrums. She grabbed my color pulling me down for my lips to crash on hers, the beat still moving with us.
Whispers In The Dark by Skillet
A girl twisted in the sheets. A wicked dream creeping up on her from the red heads absence. Words dance through her making her thrash.
I'm still here. Nightmare. Love. Obsession. Thrash.
Your never alone, my water petal. Eyes. Fear. Screams. Thrash.
Love
Love
Love
Hatred bound in a mask of love.
That's all it'll ever be.