Hey Y'all!
The school year has officially ended, I have just turned 13 and I am a year nine starting new years day! I thought I would post this because I get bored. Before you say anything, I know I should update my Shugo Chara fic but I am stumped for ideas! Writers block! I shall get on it ASAP. It is stinking hot! STUPID SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE, WHY DOES IT HAVE TO HAVE SUMMER IS DECEMBER?!?! I'll post this for Christmas –although where I am I wouldn't call it Christmas, as it doesn't snow, ever. - Aswell. I hope you enjoy this little one-shot, (which are surprisingly hard to write). By the way, I have been obsessed with odd pairing, not that this is a romance story, so if this makes no sense forgive me.
BTW: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO! NEVER WILL!
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It had dawned on the kunoichi that there was a set of perceptive eyes following her every move. It was a blissfully peaceful day and the pink haired ninja was alone, sitting contentedly under the welcome shade of one of the fire country's trees. Sakura whipped her head around to where her instincts told her the perpetrator would be. As far as Sakura could see there was no one there, so she simply dismissed it as paranoia. Sakura fell back against the soft grass, watching the sunlight dance between the gaps in the branches of the tree. As the sun moved more visibly into the sky – out from behind one of those billowy white clouds – she clenched her eyes to shield them from the light. Her job as a medical ninja was tiring, so she spent her rare time off resting. Sakura closed her eyes, gently, and breathed in the fresh air deeply, before letting out a sigh of content. She was so lost in her perfect world that she did not notice the footsteps approaching her place of sanctuary. Therefore, she could not help but be surprised at the voice that interrupted her thoughts.
"So, what do we have here?"
Sakura snapped her eyes open and rapidly sat up to stare at the young man who smirked at her. He had extremely pale blue hair, almost silver-white and bright topaz eyes – which were filled with a mischievous glint. Slung across his back was a menacing sword, which looked familiar. It was the sword of Zabuza. When approximately thirty seconds had passed the boy snapped:
"ANSWER ME DAMMIT!"
"Ehh?" Sakura stuttered, "I thought it was a rhetorical question..!"
'Sword man' chuckled somewhat darkly. He reached over his shoulder and pulled out the razor sharp blade that was Kubikiri Houcho. He raised the mighty weapon over his head and brought it down in an arc. It was an almost invisible swing which Sakura could not dodge. It lopped off her head. Suigetsu wiped his blade on the grass and strode away, muttering:
"That'll teach you for not answering my question."
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I know it makes no sense, but I find it funny because I find rhetorical questions funny. Like how you don't know if it's a rhetorical question or not, so you answer and it's actually is a rhetorical question…or the other way around. So depending on which way you answer people think you are either:
A. dyslexic
B. an idiot
Or, c. a mute.
Part of the reason why I wrote this is because sometimes I wish I could lop Sakura's head off…OCD CHICK! So writing this was blissful for me. XD BAHAHAHA! Forgive me if you didn't like this and took the time to read it, but thankyou for reading it anyway. I actually write fan-fiction for my own enjoyment, and because I get bored. When I post something I hope other people enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for all your support.
Merry Christmas!