Note: greetings, my friends, I have come with a sasuhina fanfic with which I plan to make a lot of you cry hehe :D or not, I'm just one of those people who cry easily when it comes to television shows, comics, books, movies, bah I'm over sensitive what can I say? I am enjoying writing this story and I hope you enjoy reading as much. I will post an update schedule on my account so stay in tune for that!
oh, I forgot to mention that this is the prologue and I would have chapter One following it immediately.
Rec'd Fic/Author for the day: Last Linkand Dormant Daughter of the Silver Moonby MsChifSantos, actually anything by MsChifSantos.
Disclaimers:
title comes from the Justice League Adventures, when the Phantom Stranger told Batman, "You believe you can change the way of things, Batman. It is why you are who you are." Naruto belongs to Kishimoto; 500 Days of Summer AU. kinda. it takes place in highschool.
Without further ado, enjoy the short prologue! (I will be posting Chapter One immediately)
She broke up with him.
He did not understand it. He could not understand it. Could not understand her.
He thought he did.
He stopped pacing around the room, feeling it close around him. He plopped himself down on the bed, hoping that this new tactic would allow him to collect his thoughts and finally help him come up with an answer as to why she fucking broke up with him. Unfortunately, he found himself as restless and fragmented as he was going about the room like someone who'd suddenly lose their head. His knee bobbed listlessly as his eyes turned to his phone on the desk, vibrating wildly, no doubt numerous missed calls and messages from his friends.
But none from her.
He grabbed it anyway and pressed the home button, finding out that he was right. Stacks of messages from dumbsonofabitch piled on the lock screen, a few from itachi, a missed phone call from sakura, but that was about it. Anger seized him and he found his phone in smithereens near the waste basket. He pocked his knees with his elbows and grabbed his head in between his hands, trying to breathe…breathe…breathe.
Only to find out he barely could.
His heart hammered petulantly, refusing him a moment of peace and he was up again, tugging at his already-messy raven hair. He shouldn't be like this. He wasn't like this. Until her.
She broke him far beyond repair.
This was what happened when one opens up their entirety to someone. This was the result of entrusting his whole world into her hands, not caring about the after because he knew she was his forever.
God, he never used to be this corny either.
Suddenly tired and groggy, he plopped down on his bed, shoes and all. His dark eyes roved his trashed room. He had kicked over the neat stack of X-Men comics she had organized. He recalled how she lovingly stroked the covers before placing one on top of the other while explaining to him her indifference when it came to X-men.
She'd scrunched her little nose when he'd shot her argument down and conclude with, "It's just too much, I think. Too many things going on." And then start her passionate tirades on the differences between the New 52 era and the Rebirth era of DC, as if they weren't as disoriented.
His chest clenched and he closed his eyes, his nose buried in the blanket, smelling of vanilla and cinnamon.
Just as he gave in to the tempting arms of sleep, his heart and head echoed the source of his pain.
Hinata.
