Discalimer: No matter how much I will try and assassinate the makers of Naruto with ninja stealing jutsu...I realize that...I don't own it...
A/N Hello, and welcome to my new and improved Naruto chapter fic. This is just a profile, chapter one will be posted soon. I just waned to see what kind of effect I would have on the public. Anyway, if you guys have any questions or idea's, feel free to let me know. I am totally open to your guys opinions, just no "Your story sucks butt...burn in hell..." Is that really construsctive? Basically that's wasting your time...and I wouldn't really want to do that would I? This is made so you guys can enjoy it. Tell in anyway if you think it needs improving, I love it when people give me hints and tips about my writing. Well, here is the prologue, sorry it's so short. Reveiw and tell me what you think!
A special thanks to the reader who is reading this. I just wanted to say "Thank-you" for taking your time and moments of your life reading this. It really means alot to me.
Mrs. Margarita
Prologue-Creating our collage of Life
It had been a yeah since…well…since that certain particular day. He walked down the paved road, an umbrella held tightly in his left hand, cold rain pelting down on the thin plastic like material. Creating an odd noise that sounded like the irregular beats of someone's heart, "Pa-bump! Pa-Bump!" that sounded over and over again in a never ending pattern.
In his other hand, he grasped a plastic grocery bag, which contained two rectangular objects, one resembling a packet of pencils and the other one like a book of some sorts.
Trudging through the wet, fallen leaves, he paused in front of a beat up old apartment building. Pushing the heavy doors open with the side of his hip, he walked inside, closing the umbrella and setting it besides the door to dry.
Kicking off his muddy shoes, he strode into the kitchen, carelessly dropping the bag on the small wooden surface that served as a table Walking over to the fridge, he took a half empty milk carton out from its place, licking his lips in what seemed to be anticipation of sorts. Lifting it to his mouth, he took a long thirsty gulp and then set it back down on the table, screwing the cap on quickly.
Sakura had always hated it when he did that, and when he did, it always ended up with Sakura lecturing him for five minutes before she would walk away. He had to get writing…taking a pencil and the newly bought notebook, he sat down on the overly stuffed couch.
Chewing on the pencil for a few seconds, he blinked, trying to come up with the words to write. Finally he took the pencil out and wrote one line on the piece of paper.
We called her Mrs. Margarita...
(A very short authors note)
While writing this, I was listening to Memories, by Within Temptation, there is this SakuraxSasuke music video on and man...I thought it was like the saddest thing ever. Anyway, thank you so much for induring minutes of my everlasting babbling. You know the drill, Read and Reveiw!!!!