Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Authors Note: Just something short to broaden my reader audience.

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-InuYashasPerfection-


Ink


This is the last time I will write my thoughts down on a piece of paper.

It does nothing for me, I just have to suck life up. And take it like a man.

I can't keep writing it all down, and locking it away in my head.

Its time I take life by the horns, and deal with it as it comes to me.

Because I will never again, meet that person again.

I was shot down like a duck in hunting season.

And I hit the earth hard, and came to the realization that this isn't the worst thing in the world.

When I write my name down, Naruto I now look at with different eyes.

I don't so much look at it as a boy in the world.

But now a man.

I'm a man who must face his problems head on.

What is this ink and paper doing for me?

Someone to talk to?

Why can't I just go talk to a professional, or my friends?

Well the simple answer is, I didn't appear to the world as a young man then.

But simply a boy.

But am I really a man, are these manly thoughts?

Is this morally right?

But God, how can you frown upon my ways, how I am, the way I talk, the way I act, what my interests are?

You made me this way.

You did it.

But you preach of morals, when you break them your self God.

You printed but a large book of bullshit in my opinion.

Why does everyone in this world have such faith in a man who will send you to hell, for his doings?

I would walk the halls of school, I smiled a lot.

I loved to joke.

Over time, spending time with him...

I think I loved him.

Even more.

Not that I would tell anyone, I didn't want to upset anyone.

I loved my friends.

And I know they would hate me.

And so graduation came, and everyone was so happy.

Foes buried the hatchet, and congratulated one another.

Saskue rode with me, I pretty much took care of the kid.

And began to love him.

I kept it all to myself.

And I slowly consumed myself in my thoughts for him.

I think I may have stopped smiling, and stopped joking.

I kept it all in.

I walked the walk, and received that piece of paper everyone made such a fuss about.

Rain began to fall on this happy day.

And I smiled again, and cracked some jokes as I drank some soda with friends before we departed our separate ways.

He looked so handsome, and happy in that blue graduation gown.

I almost lost my breath when he got in my car, and took off his cap and I saw those wet locks stick to his perfect skin.

As I write, this ink pen holds more of my thoughts, memories, and secrets than any family member or friend.

I love this pen, and I hate it too.

I think if it wasn't for this pen, I might be happier and feel more accomplished with myself.

And so I continue...

We rode home, and spoke of colleges.

But I was distant from the conversation, as I was taking in his beautiful complexion.

It was no wonder he was so loved in school, he was simply gorgeous.

And he wasn't really an asshole either.

A neutral student, and outstanding citizen.

We pulled up to his place, we would hangout in a few, after we gathered ourselves and said goodbye to high school one last time.

I looked at him, I was quiet.

Without hesitation, I kissed him, and I told him I had feelings for him.

He told me he had to go, and we would catch up later.

AKA, "that wasn't right."

I felt my heart sink, what had I done?

I couldn't read his face, was he in shock, or disgust?

I think I cried on the way home.

I should know, that was today.

I am now staring out the window, it is still raining.

The sky is sad.

As I am.

I sign my name on this piece of college-ruled notebook paper, with this Bic ballpoint pen of 2 years of age.

I get up, I feel sick to my stomach.

Walking to the bathroom, I toss the pen into the waste-bucket.

That would be the last time I use that pen.

I crunch up the piece of paper.

I rip it up.

And flush it.

I am in awe with myself, absolute amazement as I watch the ink and paper swirl.

Knock!

Knock!

That would be the last time I write like that again, for it is time I face life like a man.

Knock !

Knock!

Someone is knocking on my bedroom door.

I look out my window before answering and I see the car I thought I would never see infront of my home again.

I answer my door.

Oh, it is Saskue.

"Do you really feel that way about me?" He asks.

His eyes burn.

And he looks so lost.

But I think I see some love in his eyes.

"Thanks God."


Authors Note: I hope this is okay, and to your liking. Sorry if you don't like yaoi. I don't write it very often.

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Enjoy!

-InuYashasPerfection-