Naruto looked, and looked,
Before his head shook.
He couldn't, it was forbidden,
It was a love needed to be hidden.
The love passed his ramen obsession,
Which already surpassed many dimensions.
The object of his affection,
Would never receive his rejection.
Being the first thing he would come home to,
They felt no burden to woo.
With gentle curves,
Naruto would never swerve.
White and silky skin,
Just like all the rest of their kin.
Though being everywhere around Konoha's rim,
They were unique to him and for him.
Wanting to end his mission,
Naruto had to ask for permission.
Never fearing to be a widow,
Oh, Naruto's very own pillow.
Naruto, having been exhausted from latest mission, rushed home. He rushed into his messy apartment and flew into his bed. Exactly like every time right after a difficult mission, Naruto hugged his white pillow against his body and fell asleep, dreaming of his comfortable pillow and some ramen.
Words: 160
Disclaimer: Naruto and everything (even the pillow and the ramen) go to their respective owners.
Ending Note: I don't even…. I don't even know what I just wrote. Written in the early hours, in my bed, a stroke of genius hit me—or as genius as lying on a bed one can get. A bit different from the story before, but still had some story-telling at the end (very short). Remember! Like it? Review it! Hate it? Improve it! Improve as in, you know, spelling mistakes, awkwardness, and the general concept. Or was this too confusing for you?
Inspiration: My pillow.
