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If the situation had been different, I would have killed Naruto a long time ago for making me help him do that stupid prank on that stereotype cop. Of course, I don't blame the dope for doing it since I too disliked the guy. But there are limits with bringing your friends into shit like that.
Anyways, just this once I won't punch Naruto's face in. The dope actually did something right for once. Unfortunately, if he were to find out what I've been doing during my 'punishment', he would report it to the police. Well, maybe not to the cop that we all hate, but maybe to the sheriff. I don't really want that. I love what I do and what I do loves me. At least that's what I think. I mean, the guy's literally blind. Yes, I said 'guy'. My 'punishment' for vandalizing a cop car was to help an elderly blind man around his house. How he was able to live on his own is beyond me. Well, it was when I first started.
When I met the man, he didn't look old, but hell did he act like one! He says he's older than he looks and his blindness just adds to that. But I see things differently. I always have. But that's beside the point. I can't let anyone know about my obsession with this blind man; they'll try to separate us! I love this man and he loves me. Arthur Kirkland will always be mine and mine only and vice versa, and I'll be damned if anyone, even Naruto, tries to separate us.
I didn't notice that it was this short. It had seemed big when I wrote it.
Anyways, this is all Sasuke's point of view. I had written this in diary format on my journal so that I'll have a bit more space to write in. It'll be different here, but it's still the same. Anyways, review if you want but no negativity. I would also like to inform y'all that I had put up a poll for a new story that I had came up with (if it'll even show up). Y'all may view that if you want. Guess that's about it. Not sure if I mentioned this before, but I may not keep most of the characters in character, mainly because I don't know how. If anyone is OOC, then it's not my fault; it's just how I see them in my head.