xxunrealisticxxdreamerxx: Muahahahah! I am BACK with a BETA!! Thank you to Death-chan!
Death-chan: Your welcome xxuxxdxx.
Naruto: yup...and this is another of J-chan's angst stories...
xxuxxdxx: I don't own Naruto...which is probably a good thing.
Prologue
'Deep breathes,' I thought slowly, 'calm down.'
Ok, quick check:
Who am I? Naruto Uzumaki, ninja of the Village Hidden in the Leaves. How old am I? I will be 21 next month. What the fuck am I doing, outside a therapist's office, waiting for my appointment?! I took a quick look at my wrists. Oh yeah, that's the reason why.
I swept a strand of blonde hair out of my eyes and sighed. "Hello, Mr. Uzumaki." A strangely familiar voice behind me startled me out of my thoughts.
"W-what?" I turned around slowly, only to jump back. "T-teme?!" I choked out, "What are you doing here?!"
Standing in front of me, in all his cocky glory I might add, was Sasuke Uchiha. He smirked and stuck out his hand. I stared without understanding what was happening. 'What??'
Then I noticed his clothing, a tight black Armani suit that showed off his well toned body and a long white jacket that most doctors wore. I widened my eyes and took a step back. In fact, he really looked like--
"Oh fuck, no."
--a therapist.
xxuxxdxx: Err...yeah that's the prologue...
Naruto: Kind of short, ne?
Death-chan: I agree it's short!
xxuxxdxx: Oh shut up...the next chappie will be longer! I promise!
Death-chan: Promise! (looks at her suspiciously)
xxuxxdxx: Yep!
Itachi: Now review or else I will cheerfully rip you to shreds then feed you to Kisame.
xxuxxdxx: 0.o Ignore him, (whispering) he got his period!
Death-chan: (nods in agreement)
Itachi: (shoots them a filthy glare) You should be lucky to have me!
xxuxxdxx: ...right...PLEASE REVIEW!!
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