A/N: After writing this about seven different times... you get this! :D
So... this is the Sequel to If Only We Could See... that I was prodded and probed over! :D Yaaaaayyyyy prodding and probing!
Now... the long list of thank you's for the last chapter of IOWCS' reviews... o.0
gasping4breath: I KNOW! Kakashi smut is... amazin. 0.o Heres the sequel!
Tough chick: Love the screen name... :) and yes... this is the more part...
Akumu: MY DARLING! HOW I'VE MISSED YOU! Aha, yess... this is the sequel, KEEP YO PANTS ON WOMAN! And loving the response... very literal! ;)
Storygirl11: I owe you a one shot! I've been working on that, honestly! :D But yesh... she went back. :P Ew. But meh, it was ordered by the fairy's in my head. And I love your response!
KissWithAFistx: Don't worry, happens to the best of us! :) And yes... yes Itachi is a flaming ball of sexy, and rapeable, and loveable, and baby daddy material. ;D
Oh yes... I know where you're going with that... ;D I'm headed there myself...
Brave Little Lion: I love you more! HAA!
Verdigurl: Aha, that sandwich Dei-Kun? Make it two!
Deidara: Kuso`, un!
And yes... there is more coming for you!
RetartedAmerica: Your screen name couldn't be more literal! Ahh... the death compromise... very tempting to just ignore to see what happens, but... I felt like not being mass hunted then murdered. You know? And there will be smut! Just sayin'...
Psychotic Rose: Aweeeee! Thank you! And yes... I like Kiba... and HA! Yes, he'd be teased to my mom and back! But, here is the sequel!
xScarletNightx: THE FAIRYS TOLD ME TO DO IT, I PROMISE! D: Eheheh... ;D I guess DIRTY! lmao, jk, unless... thats what you were thinking any way... 0.o if so then YATTA to you my friend, welcome to the dark side, we've got many flavors of cookies!
RandomLifeStyle- Chase Gewalt: For some reason Gewalt did not feel like being spelt. -.- but I forced it to, so 's all good! I'm glad you love it! It's very nice to know it was funny...
blackhawk68: RUSHED! Oh no, now... I will make up for that! Here! You! GOOOO!
wolf lover ravenclaw otaku: yes... yes... yes... here! You go! WOOP!
DiME: Here's the sequel! Womp! No cruel tricks, I promise! :D
Anyway... here you go people! Sequel away!
Here in America, it's time for the holidays. The over elaborate celebration of New Years, and Christmas, celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ, which Is widely spread. Mostly in Europe, and America. Calothics, Christians, Jews... And Protestans, like myself celebrated this holiday.
This was the first celebration I'd had sense I'd returned from the Naruto Universe, with good reason too. Every person I grew close to and told suggested a doctor, or a therapist.
Ass holes.
A pair of ass holes in particular who I hate, my parents, chose this time of year to mock me with the reminders of them.
No, not Kakashi, Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke. Just them, my parents.
Every year, they sent me a box of something.
The only thing I absolutely detest in this world.
What, might you ask?
Why, Strawberry Poptarts of course.
I clutched tighter to myself, as a pained scream ripped through my lips. Hysterical cries bubbled over the restraint, as I sat at my kitchen table, stabbing a knife through the box of Chocolate fudge pop tarts.
This was the time of year for hysterics. Reminders. When i got that first box of Strawberry poptarts, I repeated my ritual of burning them, walked to the closest 7/11, and walked all the way back to my house in the middle of the street, hoping to go back... but it never happened.
So, instead of eating the box, I stabbed it repeatedly with a knife.
I stabbed it for each day my heart was ripped to shreds. I stabbed it for each tear I shed. I stabbed it for each drop of blood my heart shed, from the day I ended up back here, to the current day.
Another scream left my lips, but this time, it was a desprate call of, "Why!"
I took the knife, enfused my chakra into it, and threw it, lodging it into the wall, next to the other six there.
From there, I crawled on my hands and knees through the shredded paper, bits of chocolate, and destroyed box pieces. I crawled up my steps, into my room, through the door into my bathroom, and turned on the shower, stripping bare and letting the hot water scald my skin.
Tears relentlessly flowed down my cheeks, and I dry heaved as I scrubbed my skin.
"I hate this!" I screeched. "I hate it!"
I don't know how much time passed... It just felt like hours. "Why did I ever love you in the first place." My tears calmed by now, and I was back to normal, faking smiles, hiding tears, and training hard.
"Coach!" I turned at my nick name, so used to being called that by now that I responded to it more than my name.
"Hmm? Oh, what's up Tiny?" I pulled on my cleets, putting the spikes into place, and tied the laces tightly.
"Uh... well... I kind of... Can't practice today." I turned to look at the 6'4'' boy, who looked fine to the normal eye. But to my trained eye, I could see the upset swirls of his chakra.
"... Alright then. Just take a seat on the bench and do some homework, read a book or something." He looked a little shocked.
"J... Just like that? Jake said-"
"Does it matter what Jake said? I told you to grab a place on the bench, get to it or I'll make you do field laps." He cracked a smile, and nodded, and jogged down the field.
Damn right. I'm the only female baseball coach in all of New York state.
My teams have gone undefeated for three years now.
"Alright ladies!" I called, ball bag over my shoulder as I walked down the field to the diamond.
"Hey... coach... do you have a boyfriend or something?" I rose my eye brow at the boy who asked that.
"Don't see how that's any of your buisness... why?" I put my hands on my hips as they each grabbed a ball and a partner, going to warm up their arms.
"Because there's some old guy standing at the edge of the field with a mask on starring at us..." I turned my head, only to see a flash of silver disappearing.
I narrowed my eyes, glaring where I'd seen that flash. "I'll keep an eye on that."
"Ohhhh, damn, coach is gonna go H.A.A.M!" I rolled my eyes and walked back to the end of the field, where there is a graying old man sitting on a bench.
"Excuse me, sir? Did you see another man over here just before?" I asked the geezer through the fence.
"Ah, yes, yes... He asked about you. Said your name was Naiomi Watanabe... Seems pretty interested in you!" The old man smiled a familiar smile, but I couldn't place it.
"Hmm... if he comes back tell him he's scaring my boys and to go away before I beat him up." The old man chuckled and nodded, and I walked back to the field.
"Alright, around the field, twice! Hop to it, balls in the basket! Move your juvenile asses!" I clapped my hands, walking to the pitchers mound as I watched them. "No slacking or you'll do field suicides, you hear!"
This got them more motivated, picking up their snail pace...
"That's more like it!" I shouted, stretching out my arms and legs.
It was then that I nearly had a heart attack.
A/N: Short? Yes... aha... I'll make up for it, promise!
Now...
Today, I had volleyball practice. I got pegged in my eye ball with a ball, and was temporarily blind. I'm so glad the poles were padded, because I walked right into one... :D
Any way, I got home and fell over my feet, and decided, 'Karma is coming to get me, I better finish that sequel' and thus, this was born!
Question?:
If you had one option out of these three men, who would you pick and why?
Itachi Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, and Akasuna no Sasori!
If I had to pick, I'd just steal them all because I'm ninja like that.
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