A/N: So it's my first time posting a story so please forgive me if there are parts that feels awkward or something. Please do enjoy this short prologue^^
Warnings: This story will tackle love between two Men, if in some reason your not comfortable reading something like this please do turn back cause i won't be responsible for any lost sanity. Grammar and a bit (hopefully) mistakes that my friend and I wasn't able to fix. English is not our mother tongue.
Rate: I'm not sure if it will escalate to a much more yummy part but i'll stay with a T for the mean time.
Pairing: Sasu(seme)xNaru(uke)
Disclaimer: Sadly Naruto is not mine so don't sue^^
Diary entry
Normal POV
Prologue
~~~~~ Dear Diary~~~~~
It was one hot summer night, in the wee hour of the night where in everyone is supposedly fast asleep. Warm breeze sways an orange curtain in a
simple house hold, inside is a small room dimly lit by a desk lamp. A young man is having a mental argument with himself; he is hunched on his desk furiously
scribbling and erasing something in his black notebook.
Dear Diary,
I know that this is definitely girly but I need to express myself somehow. It's not like I can easily grab someone and rant about matters that's bugging me lately.
I'm not crazy enough to dig my own grave, so I have succumbed in keeping a diary.
Suddenly, giggles from downstairs followed by a hushed voice are heard by the boy. He takes a moment to ignore it and continue his writing.
I can't stop myself stealing glances at him when we walk to school, smell his hair when he used to sleeps during our short break.
My insides melt when he speaks and smiles at me. I have this urge to just jump him!
A door is opened, and is abruptly slammed close loudly enough to startle the boy. After a moment of probably teasing and whatnot's, moans and grunts
can be heard through the thin wall. The boy stiffens in his place from the unwanted sound, but still continues to pour his thoughts out in the sheet of paper.
I never thought I'd wish I was born as a girl instead, so I can like him. I don't even have the right to look at him in that way.
Just thinking of this makes me feel so pathetic.
The bed starts to creak and shameless moans surface the quiet surrounding. He sighs and shakes his head to focus on what he's doing.
Homosexuality is a sin, as what my mother always says. Seriously, I feel guilty. Though I bet what my mom does every night with his lover is not much better.
Say, what should I do?
Closing the notebook, he leans his head on it. He is totally worn out, yet he wouldn't be able to sleep with all those noises. This will be another long night.
TBC
A/N: And that's all for the prologue. Give me a heads up by reviewing if you think i should continue this...^^'