Hello! I decided to make a drabble series, nothing too long, to write when I have the dreaded Writer's Block.
Requests are most definitely accepted (just make sure it isn't rated above a T) .
Here's how you request: tell me a story title. Then, you can write the pairings you want in them. I accept some pairings, not others. You can ask me over pm.
Guests, you can write it in the comments.
On my profile page I'll put up the list of requests and their orders from which ones are the earliest to the latest.
When you tell me a story title, you can also leave a little skeleton plot line along, though you don't have to.
And so, without further ado, let's start:
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Title: masks
Characters: Sakura, Sasuke
Pairing: If you squint rreeeaaall hard, SasuSaku
Summary: Sakura decides that she isn't going to wait for him anymore. She's going to go to him herself. AU.
Word Count: 231
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Sakura takes off her mask, a white fox face with a vertical stripe in the middle.
She's not going to wait anymore.
That little- what was the word that her mother uses?- 'crush' on the Uchiha is gone. But it isn't just a 'crush'. A crush doesn't last eight years, nor does it tear your heart apart and stomp on it afterwards when the person leaves.
It doesn't make you fall into depression, doesn't make you feel completely, utterly hopeless when you can't do anything about it.
A 'crush' does not have enough love in it to muster up the courage to act against him- for the good of his sake, for the sake of her village.
And so, Sakura Haruno, ANBU captain, finds herself gripping Sasuke's neck tightly, chakra applied to her fingers, hitting the points that are fatal, but non-painful.
She doesn't want him to suffer, even though the suffering he caused was enough to almost destroy the world.
Because she really, truly, loves him.
All traces of smugness is gone from his face; he is pale. "Sakura..." He says, but she doesn't look at him in the eye. It would be foolish, as she already knows the three black comas are swirling inside his crimson eyes.
"Sorry, Sasuke. Orders are orders."
And she delivers the finishing blow.