Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Authors Note: Just something short to broaden my reader audience.
R&R!
-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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-InuYashasPerfection-
