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Note to all yaoi haters. Why are you reading this if you don't approve of
yaoi? If you can't see love, not caring what gender the participants are,
as beautiful, then don't read. Love isn't about gender.
Naruto: 5th year
They say time flies when you're having fun. That's a testament to how slow these past years have been that I'm saying this. It's been painfully slow. The days are a pattern, set in a cycle by AZT. Ah beautiful AZT, the one stable thing in my life. I wonder how long I would survive if I were to stop taking it. Maybe it would all end within a month. Maybe I could die and be over with it. No, that would be a pathetic death, not good enough for Uzumaki Naruto. Who am I kidding? I'm lower than dirt.
Today is my fifth year anniversary since the day I found out I was as good as dead. I'd drink a toast to myself, but I lack money to buy any. I've been living off the animals I kill in the forest and whatever vegetation there is. Occasionally I do a mission for some village and I treat myself to ramen. It's more out of habit than want. Ramen has lost its taste as sad as I am to say.
I saw the bastard Ochimaru a few months back. I decided to take a swing at him. Might as well right? Might as well do something worthwhile with my life. It was a strange fight, lasting too long and ending too quickly. We battled it out for a week, seeing who could last longer. Course I was maintaining a field at the same time to keep his cronies out. They just went and bought popcorn from the local village when they realized breaking the field wouldn't work.
During that battle the Kyuubi and I merged. He finally gave me the last of his chakra and went to sleep becoming a voice in my head. Fun right? Now I'm almost schizophrenic. I don't have the scar anymore; it's faded. Still visible, but what was keeping it from fading is now gone. Now I also have a ring of red outside my iris that turns the entire iris red when I might be in danger and my pupils become slits. Oh well, you get some you lost some.
I don't remember much about the battle. Between throwing the first kunai and standing over Ochimaru's dead body I remember little. Maybe he wasn't dead, I didn't check. I did cut off his arms though so if he's not dead he's useless.
I haven't seen anyone from Konoha in over a year. Back in year one a lot of hunter-nins were after me. I'd put off the battle and ask them to have a bowel of ramen with me before we fought so we could catch up on the good old days. Then we'd fight. I usually ended up knocking them out and then dragging them to the local hospital and paying well over whatever it would take to get them back on their feet before leaving. Word spread through the hunter-nin community that I was hard to take down but not dangerous at all. After a while people started coming just for the ramen and the training practice. Then they stopped coming all together as I moved away further and further away from Fire Country. I think I regret them not coming. At least when they came I had something to do. Now I'm all alone with my thoughts. I saw Sasuke, in passing about two years ago.
I was traveling through a forest, just tree hoping like usual. I was racing the wind for the sole purpose to see if I could beat it. I decided to head east, simply because I could. When you're alone you don't have to justify why you do things. I don't think I ever justified why I did things, I just did them. All the stupid self-righteous crap. It got me no where.
By going east, I came upon Sasuke who was traveling west. Right before we were about to collide we both changed direction, traveling north. We kept running, side by side, each refusing to look at the other, for the whole day. Just before sunset we split going in opposite directions.
I wish I had looked at him, just to see him. I couldn't bring myself to though. If I had, I would have stopped. I would have seen him way too skinny from not eating, his pale skin burnt from traveling all day, his hands cut from rigorous training and his eyes hard from the betrayal I dealt him. The angel who was sentenced to die.
Why couldn't I just trust him and give him a chance to explain? Why did I just jump to a conclusion like I always do? Well, it wasn't my fault. It was his! He's the one who hurt me!
I've been living in this forest for the past year. The villages nearby think I'm some kind of demon. Well, I am. I am a demon. I've got one living inside me and I have a reason for wanting to be alone.
Why don't I just die? I could commit suicide. No, I can't do that. I have to do something before die, though I wish I knew what so I could get on with the dying.
It's all his fucking fault. That's right Naruto, go on with your self- righteousness, until you die in your self-righteous suicide. I cried when angels deserved to die.
Sasuke: Well, it has been five fucking years since I've left and I still have yet to find the bastard. I've been training though. Every morning, from sunrise till noon I train. There's a path of broken trees leading right to me. If they knew who I was the locals would complain of deforestation.
I have a lot of fires now. Warm glowing things that I boil water over. I've done some missions for the soul purpose of buying tea leaves.
I'm twenty-one now. I can legally drink, cheers to you Sasuke, you're definitely an adult now. When I became a legal adult, legal in non ninja villages, I bought my first packet of cigarettes. Horribly nasty things, but they distract me. Who cares if my lungs get messed up, I'm going to die anyway. Non-ninja villages always ask to see my ID, ninja villages don't. In a ninja village you're an adult at fourteen. They figure the odds are you're going to die before your eighteenth or twenty-first birthday, so they might as well let you drink, smoke, marry and vote now. No point in dragging it out right?
I wonder how everyone at home is doing. I wonder if Sakura moved on, if Ino and Shikamaru have married, if Hinata is still shy, if Neji is still a bastard, if Lee still wears those aweful suits, if Kiba is still loud and Shino quiet, if Chouji is still fat, if Kakashi still covers his face and if Iruka still teaches. I miss them all. Memo to self, have a smoke with Asuma one day, I can stand him now that I smoke too.
Interesting happenings a few months ago. The scar stopped coming to life. Usually it would prickle and I'd have to stop and fight it. It no longer does that and now its fading slowly. I wonder if the bastard Ochimaru is dead. Maybe that's why. I wonder how Naruto is doing? Is he dead? Is he sick too? Does he pray to the god of AZT like I do? Does he miss me like I do him? Is he still so god awful hyper? I used to hate that about him, thinking back I still do. I hate his golden hair and his sweet smile. I hate his arrogant air. I hate when he thinks he's tough and when he has moral dilemmas. You can't go around being a fucking saint and still be a ninja. In fact I hate everything about you, Naruto. So why do I love you?
Naruto: 5th year
They say time flies when you're having fun. That's a testament to how slow these past years have been that I'm saying this. It's been painfully slow. The days are a pattern, set in a cycle by AZT. Ah beautiful AZT, the one stable thing in my life. I wonder how long I would survive if I were to stop taking it. Maybe it would all end within a month. Maybe I could die and be over with it. No, that would be a pathetic death, not good enough for Uzumaki Naruto. Who am I kidding? I'm lower than dirt.
Today is my fifth year anniversary since the day I found out I was as good as dead. I'd drink a toast to myself, but I lack money to buy any. I've been living off the animals I kill in the forest and whatever vegetation there is. Occasionally I do a mission for some village and I treat myself to ramen. It's more out of habit than want. Ramen has lost its taste as sad as I am to say.
I saw the bastard Ochimaru a few months back. I decided to take a swing at him. Might as well right? Might as well do something worthwhile with my life. It was a strange fight, lasting too long and ending too quickly. We battled it out for a week, seeing who could last longer. Course I was maintaining a field at the same time to keep his cronies out. They just went and bought popcorn from the local village when they realized breaking the field wouldn't work.
During that battle the Kyuubi and I merged. He finally gave me the last of his chakra and went to sleep becoming a voice in my head. Fun right? Now I'm almost schizophrenic. I don't have the scar anymore; it's faded. Still visible, but what was keeping it from fading is now gone. Now I also have a ring of red outside my iris that turns the entire iris red when I might be in danger and my pupils become slits. Oh well, you get some you lost some.
I don't remember much about the battle. Between throwing the first kunai and standing over Ochimaru's dead body I remember little. Maybe he wasn't dead, I didn't check. I did cut off his arms though so if he's not dead he's useless.
I haven't seen anyone from Konoha in over a year. Back in year one a lot of hunter-nins were after me. I'd put off the battle and ask them to have a bowel of ramen with me before we fought so we could catch up on the good old days. Then we'd fight. I usually ended up knocking them out and then dragging them to the local hospital and paying well over whatever it would take to get them back on their feet before leaving. Word spread through the hunter-nin community that I was hard to take down but not dangerous at all. After a while people started coming just for the ramen and the training practice. Then they stopped coming all together as I moved away further and further away from Fire Country. I think I regret them not coming. At least when they came I had something to do. Now I'm all alone with my thoughts. I saw Sasuke, in passing about two years ago.
I was traveling through a forest, just tree hoping like usual. I was racing the wind for the sole purpose to see if I could beat it. I decided to head east, simply because I could. When you're alone you don't have to justify why you do things. I don't think I ever justified why I did things, I just did them. All the stupid self-righteous crap. It got me no where.
By going east, I came upon Sasuke who was traveling west. Right before we were about to collide we both changed direction, traveling north. We kept running, side by side, each refusing to look at the other, for the whole day. Just before sunset we split going in opposite directions.
I wish I had looked at him, just to see him. I couldn't bring myself to though. If I had, I would have stopped. I would have seen him way too skinny from not eating, his pale skin burnt from traveling all day, his hands cut from rigorous training and his eyes hard from the betrayal I dealt him. The angel who was sentenced to die.
Why couldn't I just trust him and give him a chance to explain? Why did I just jump to a conclusion like I always do? Well, it wasn't my fault. It was his! He's the one who hurt me!
I've been living in this forest for the past year. The villages nearby think I'm some kind of demon. Well, I am. I am a demon. I've got one living inside me and I have a reason for wanting to be alone.
Why don't I just die? I could commit suicide. No, I can't do that. I have to do something before die, though I wish I knew what so I could get on with the dying.
It's all his fucking fault. That's right Naruto, go on with your self- righteousness, until you die in your self-righteous suicide. I cried when angels deserved to die.
Sasuke: Well, it has been five fucking years since I've left and I still have yet to find the bastard. I've been training though. Every morning, from sunrise till noon I train. There's a path of broken trees leading right to me. If they knew who I was the locals would complain of deforestation.
I have a lot of fires now. Warm glowing things that I boil water over. I've done some missions for the soul purpose of buying tea leaves.
I'm twenty-one now. I can legally drink, cheers to you Sasuke, you're definitely an adult now. When I became a legal adult, legal in non ninja villages, I bought my first packet of cigarettes. Horribly nasty things, but they distract me. Who cares if my lungs get messed up, I'm going to die anyway. Non-ninja villages always ask to see my ID, ninja villages don't. In a ninja village you're an adult at fourteen. They figure the odds are you're going to die before your eighteenth or twenty-first birthday, so they might as well let you drink, smoke, marry and vote now. No point in dragging it out right?
I wonder how everyone at home is doing. I wonder if Sakura moved on, if Ino and Shikamaru have married, if Hinata is still shy, if Neji is still a bastard, if Lee still wears those aweful suits, if Kiba is still loud and Shino quiet, if Chouji is still fat, if Kakashi still covers his face and if Iruka still teaches. I miss them all. Memo to self, have a smoke with Asuma one day, I can stand him now that I smoke too.
Interesting happenings a few months ago. The scar stopped coming to life. Usually it would prickle and I'd have to stop and fight it. It no longer does that and now its fading slowly. I wonder if the bastard Ochimaru is dead. Maybe that's why. I wonder how Naruto is doing? Is he dead? Is he sick too? Does he pray to the god of AZT like I do? Does he miss me like I do him? Is he still so god awful hyper? I used to hate that about him, thinking back I still do. I hate his golden hair and his sweet smile. I hate his arrogant air. I hate when he thinks he's tough and when he has moral dilemmas. You can't go around being a fucking saint and still be a ninja. In fact I hate everything about you, Naruto. So why do I love you?
