1~:Prologue:~

Drip, drip, drip.

Red blossoming rose upon my lacy linen handkerchief. The blood dripping from my

finger, as I watch mesmerized with the thick liquid. Slowly I raise the needle up again, to slowly

come down on the blood spotted material I was sewing. Stopping again to watch the blood drip,

dropping the needle I bring my finger up to my mouth. Licking my lips I cautiously caress my

finger with my tongue, the rough texture bringing an unique taste. Tilting my head back with my

eyes flittering shut, placing my finger into my mouth I begin to suck on it leisurely, the metallic

flavor with a hint of a bitter but sweet flavor to it making my head spin. Looking up my eyes

gaze out to the open window the night once again calling me. A temptation that would be hard to

ignore, the warnings not to go, yet telling myself to go, find the person that is calling me during

this cloudless bright night. But the seduction of the night was to much, in a daze my body stood

up and walked to the window, standing and letting the wind play in my blonde hair as it played

with the dark blue curtains. Gripping the sill I slowly stood looking over the cemetery that I have

lain in for countless years. Letting my body become limp I fall, the ground becomes close as I

fall the many stories that makes the house, to fall in a crouch position.

Walking in the night feels my blood with a tranquil quenching of the soul. From the

crouch I simply walk down the road that connects from the drive way. Simply fallowing the

calling that tugs at my soul. Passing all the houses that sit in the small quaint village, parents and

children already tucked into bed and dreaming of what they wish could happen in real life.

Roads connect together to make an endless walk for me to take, as I near my destination the

tugging becomes un-relentless. Forgotten my already healed finger and needle that I dropped, as

I look at the wrought iron gates that seemed to reach out to the heavens. Closing my eyes finally

the destination comes to a closer as I open and step through the cemetery gates towards my fate.

Walking the rows, I pass the many tombs from the simple squares to the lavished statues

to show how great the people where, as they lay forgotten as the generations go by, little by little

they disappear. As I near the end I stop, crouching low I stare at a forgotten unmarked grave,

grass and vines growing over the simple rock that stood so proud, now lost in the growth of

nature. Brushing back the over grown vegetation the tugging was so strong but the knowledge

that what was calling me was behind me made me turn my head over my shoulder to look. A

shadow in the dark had impossible it sounded I could not see the persons face.

Opening what had to be the mouth it spoke...no whispered one word,

"Naruto."

~Writers input~

Hi i am the writer as pointed out or not. I wrote this for my Grirlfriend and I wanted to put this up, but I have very bad self esteem issues that come with writing and stories. So this is my firts one that I EVERY put up so far and hopefully will finish if people like it. ^-^ So this is for you Moe-chan. 3

Ok this is going to be yaoi, but i dont know the pairing yet but i want to do a paring that people really havent done. For no one should feel neglected.

OOOOh, I also have very bad grammar and spelling if you havent noticed, so if you have any helpful critism it is ok, just dont be too hard without a reason, cause I am a newbie in the writing feild. Take very care of me, please!

Ja ne /-\