Little black book.

Nancy can be somewhat of a trollop if the conditions are set. He wants her to be how she used to be, and I can't very well allow him his special little Christmas. I worked much too hard taming that shrew, I'll not have him ruin it with his suave and debonaire lip licking. I'm not afraid of that old Big Bad Wolf, even though he likes to stare at me from inside the mirror house in the bathroom. He stares and stares...I don't know what to do with him. He knows what I am, he can feel me and know all the secrets I like to keep hidden in the shoebox under her bed... I wish I could just bleed him, but the knife won't go past the mirror house door. It's too slippery, I'll end up cutting myself. Oh, and I bet he'd love that. I promised her I would never cut myself again, no matter the desire. Oh, but don't you worry. The blood pudding isn't awful after all. Sure, the fingers aren't right to be sticking out of that brew, but it is the best I can do. Awww, it will be alright my pet. I'll keep the secret so long as you keep fetching me those humming birds. I do so love to hear them flapping about. They make such horrid sounds when grounded into my applesauce though...

Waitng for the rain

He lifted his face to the sky, waiting for the rain.
Acknowledgement was something both of them had wanted. Naruto from Sasuke. Sasuke from Itachi.
Worth was something each had craved for and slowly earned.
Sasuke had faced Naruto, acknowledging that worth so that they fight as equals.
Now, as he waited for the rain to pour, he realized that Naruto had hesitated in that last few seconds before he fell.
The blond could have aimed for anything but he only reached for the Leaf headgear that Sasuke wore.
He wasn't worthy to wear the badge of their village's pride.
It was the parting shot of the strong.
Never again would he be able to see Naruto's face.
The sky began to weep for the fallen. For Naruto. Perhaps, for Sasuke, too.
Pain shot through his arm, sending him to his knees and coughing blood.
He came face to face with Naruto's. He was merely inches away from the unmoving form and, yet, he could only see the Naruto whose back is turned in disappointment.
He stared long and hard and let the rain mask away the tears that finally came.