Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did, this would probably be out on bookstores and what not.
Prologue
It is with great sadness that I announce this will be my last post on this account. Sorry, guys, but life has gotten more and more hectic in the last few months and I just don't have the time or drive to draw anymore. Thank you for all the faves and critiques, for all the comments and all the support. It was a lot of fun! Now enjoy some NaruSasu!
-Optimus Factor
[MATURE CONTENT]
Helen posted the drawing, then shut her laptop down. These last few months had been hard, first with the thesis defense, then getting blindsided by the cancer. Drawing had helped her through it, injecting a shred of normalcy into her hospitalized life. The chemo had been weighing hard on her, though, and even holding the pen steadily was prohibitively hard.
She looked down at her gut. Hard to believe the little fucker had been hiding in there, slowly killing her while she slogged away in a small room, her head full of semigroups and PDE's. Still, she had managed to publish a pretty kickass paper off of it, and Dr. Haard, her adviser, had been so proud. He'd actually cried a little when they got the acceptance.
He'd visited a couple times while she was bedridden. She'd appreciated it more than she could ever tell him–he'd been the closest thing to a parent, to her, since she'd been excommunicated. Who knew refusing to marry Cousin Tom would get her cut off from all her family and friends? Just as well – she'd been running low on faith for years.
She eyed the original, lurid picture of a blond, blue eyed man, wearing only a wide hat, embracing a black haired dandy with heterochromatic eyes, red and violet. Those eyes were weird. She'd been drawing Naruto pairings for years, but had never actually gotten to watching it. For mom & dad, with love ^^, she wrote with a shaky hand on the back, hoping someone would get it to them. She put it on the bed to the side and lay back, tired.
Helen Doe passed away three weeks later on her hospital bed.
Her next of kin never visited until her death.
A/N: And so it begins! I had started writing this mostly as personal amusement, and to get it out of my head, but a friend (you know who you are!) encouraged me to post it. I'll post the first two chapters tomorrow, most probably, and then about once every week–if I can keep myself from just writing them up immediately.
Reviews are welcome!