An: this story will be in first person and to indicate P.O.V. switches I will put the first three letters of the characters name and a Colin (:). EX- SAS:, SAI:, NAR:, ITA:, etc., etc.
SAS: I stared at the note for what seemed to be an eternity as I took one long, ragged, breath. 'Do I want to do this?' I thought. 'Do I want to leave the one I love behind?' I asked myself as I looked at the photo that was taken many summers ago. That day was sunny and it was surprisingly cold so we had our hoodies on. We walked in the nearest park hand in hand until we came upon a photographer we paid him five dollars to take our photo as he asked if we were a couple. He replied enthusiastically while I replied with a simple yes. 'Oppositesattract' they say and no case proved this truer than ours.
Him: Blue eyes that reminded one of a lake or an ocean. Sun-blonde hair. And a Happy-go-lucky attitude
Me: Onyx eyes that reflected most sources of light. Dark black hair. And a dark, brooding attitude.
We stood there in a pose. My arm was wrapped around his waist while he was smiling ear to ear while doing a peace sign. I just stood there with a 'genuinesmile'. The reason I say this is that very few of my smiles are genuine. I proposed to him that very day. I got up from where I was sitting and I walked to the old oak mantle piece that was above the fire place where the picture stood. I picked up the picture, stared at it for a moment. I then put it down and I turned it around. I repeated this action with all of the other pictures on the mantle piece, five in total, until I got to the newest one. 'Our wedding' I thought while I 'genuinelysmiled'. The sun was shining, the flowers were blooming, and there was a light breeze. Perfect weather for an outdoor wedding. We were wearing matching suits and my family, and what was left of his, were there as were some of our close friends. The cake was marvelous because we had no idea what it was going to be. What we ended up with was a one-tier, 3-layer cake with three flavors. The top layer was his favorite, chocolate. The middle was the only flavor we could agree on, red velvet. The final layer was my favorite, vanilla. It was covered in vanilla frosting and it had chocolate siding. He pointed out to me that this was where "opposites attract" would apply. He had the right idea as the flavors melded into one confusing, yet great, taste. We savored it for some time until we thought 'to hell with it' and then we ate it like there was no tomorrow. To this day I suspect that my mother had some hand in the construction of the cake. I picked up the photo and stared at it for what seemed to be an eternity. I then put it down and turned it around, same as the other pictures. I then walked back to where I was originally and I sat back down. After I was sitting I looked at the object in front of me. It was an old style Japanese katana. Sharp, fast, accurate, and all around deadly. I pulled the blade from its black sheath. I looked at the design of it. On the blade, etched in gold, was a dragon. I stared at the blade, mesmerized by its beauty. I touched the side. It was as cold as ice. I touched the tip with my finger only to pull it back as I felt a sharp pain on it. I then looked at the drop of blood forming on my finger. I watched it run down my finger and I watched it fall to the floor. It hit the dark wooden floor with a small "plip" as it spattered 'like the sound of a leaking faucet' I thought as I watched more drops fall. "Plip" "plip" "plip" "plip". After I was done watching my blood fall I turned my attention back to the blade. 'Do I want to do this?' I asked myself yet again. I reached towards the blade and I grabbed the hilt while thinking one single word 'yes'. I turned the sword towards my chest and I grabbed it with my other hand. I lined up the tip of the blade with the general vicinity of my heart. I pulled the sword upwards as I felt my arms turn to lead. I swung downward towards my chest. I felt the blade go through me like a hot knife through butter. A small spray of blood shot out from my chest as I felt the sword reach its end. I grew tired as a small pool of crimson formed around me and it was growing by the second. I grew more tired as I fell. I started to feel the crimson wrap around me as I began to get cold. I closed my eyes. And with my last breath I said the name of my love "Naruto". Then the blackness took me
An: good first chapter if you ask me. Thank you to my beta scarletraven007