Naruto isn't mine, that privilege goes to Kishimoto. The fucking genius who created this heaven.
Okay the SOLs are easy as well anything! I scored 595 on my Math one. Heh I'm pretty proud of that. And I'm pretty proud of my chapter I edited as well!
Heh, there isn't much Naruto. But there is alot of talk about him in this one. It's the weekend and I thought I start it off right!
Please keep in mind the hockey team is still upset with Naruto, they have opinions and some of the nicer ones are worried, but you know some are just down right pissed.
Enjoy this less sadistic but I hope you like is chapter.
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Chapter 4
Sasuke stomped into his house. He was pissed. Naruto hadn't shown up and that almost made the team lose the game. It wasn't that they couldn't play without Naruto, it's just they were caught off guard by his sudden disappearance.
The dobe never missed a game before, and even if he did need to go 'underground' he'd tell Sasuke. And even then he'd either leave early or come late. He'd never miss an entire game before.
And furthermore, Naruto would always tell him if he was leaving. Albeit, he never exactly told Sasuke where he was going, but Sasuke understood that Naruto had some things to do. Everyone, even Naruto, had entitlement to privacy. There were somethings Sasuke would rather have left unsaid, and the blonde understood that. They didn't pry each other's past, and Naruto only seemed focused on the now.
Sasuke had grown up with a family. His loving mother, his stern father and his idealistic brother. They were strict, unbreakable, perfect, calm, Uchiha.
His brother seemed to radiate the name. His brother was the definition of Uchiha. Sasuke once wanted to be like him; to be a genius and the embodiment of perfection in their father's disapproving eyes. He wanted that approval.
But then came the load. The pressure. Sure he could get As, that was easy for him. But the pressures of the other people around him… Their expectations were literally to be like his brother - a genius, a flawless, faultless genius. He was expected to be the exactly like the embodiment of Uchiha. And that was suffocating.
He hated it.
That's why he signed the contract. Because Hockey was something he was good at, something he would be better at than even Itachi. Not now, because Itachi was freaking awesome at everything he did, but a few more years and he'd be skating circles around him.
That's why Hockey was so perfect. Because he had no expectations. There was no Uchiha record he had to break that Itachi had achieved, because Itachi hadn't actually achieved it. Though his father did really jump for joy at the idea and his mother was a bit skeptical.
But nevertheless they were what he called a family. A place to come back to. People who stick by your side no matter what you say or do. No matter who you are. No matter what you become. They are people that will always care about you.
Naruto didn't grow up with that. He grew up around people who would sell him as a freaking slave, or use him to get profit in cage fights - cause damn he could throw a punch. It was obvious from his demeanor and what he did outside their rink of isolation. Of sanity.
Nobody cared about him as far as Sasuke knew. He kept jumping around from foster home to foster home, until he signed a contract with Kakashi and now lives alone. At least that's what he told Sasuke. Now though, he wasn't so sure.
Naruto seemed to be shifting. Like a part of him was cracking, breaking. Sasuke didn't know what to do, because at the same time he seemed completely normal. Laughing and smiling like his usual idiot self always does.
Cause Naruto always smiled no matter how bad the situation was.
Cause Naruto was always there when anyone needed him.
Cause Naruto was supposed to be and Idiot.
He had expectations, just as Sasuke did. He was expected to be a screw up. He was expected to be stupid. He was expected to fail.
And expectations were just another word for want.
People wanted Sasuke to be perfect, just as they wanted Naruto to fail.
People wanted Sasuke to be intelligent, just as they wanted Naruto to be stupid.
People wanted Sasuke to succeed, just as they wanted Naruto to fail.
But Naruto broke the barrier of expectation that surrounded himself and Sasuke almost immediately. Naruto was clumsy, but sometimes he was sharp, quick and witty. Sometimes he made Sasuke seem like the screw up. Naruto said some pretty dumb things, but he also - rarely - spoke wisdom and encouragement, and it made Sasuke seem like the dumb one. And no matter what, no matter who dragged him down or put him down, Naruto would always, always, aim for the top. Never wavering, never even thinking to aim lower.
He never gave up.
But Naruto was also unwaveringly loyal to his friends. Maybe because he never actually had a family or even friends for that matter before. It wasn't obvious, but it was still there - the concept was foreign to the blonde. Naruto had earned his trust, and he had earned Naruto's.
So Naruto's sudden disappearance and Sasuke's lack of knowledge as to where the said blonde had went, was pissing the youngest Uchiha off, to no extent.
And Itachi noticed, like the oh so observant and overprotective brother he is - it was hard to miss honestly - that Sasuke was pissed off. His little brother rarely got pissed off, and it was unusual to see him venting quietly to himself in his room. Usually if he was feeling upset he'd go and shoot pucks with Naruto. Naruto seemed to make his brother's dark life a little brighter.
But now he just seemed pissed. And it made the older Uchiha slightly curious to what his youngest brother was so angry about.
"What is wrong, Ototo?" Itachi addressed the youngest Uchiha, who was currently rummaging through some papers in his room. Itachi lent against the doorway and looked at his brother critically. Sasuke didn't look at him though.
"Naruto missed the game today." Sasuke said, Itachi had noticed. The bubbly blonde was not on the ice that night and it was quite apparent something was bothering the entire team. Naruto was like that invisible glue that kept them together. It seemed logical. Naruto was also the one that seemed to get under everyone's skin, and not even 2 years ago they were blaming him for everything. Now it seemed like one game without the blonde, and their entire team was falling apart.
"It's quite ironic." Itachi mused with a small chuckle. Sasuke looked up from what he was doing and gave his brother a - what seemed to be an attempt at - a death glare.
"I don't see what's so funny." Sasuke said, more than a little displeasure seeped in his voice.
"Well," Itachi continued not paying any mind to his little brother's tone. "I remember when all of you couldn't stand him. You stayed away and put him down when you were younger, and now you rely on him as an ally." Itachi said and looked his brother over critically, any amusement that may have been in his eyes before had vanished "And he didn't lay a finger of protest." With that Itachi left his little brother to think over his words.
Damn Itachi could be so sentimental sometimes.
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Tenten sighed. It was boring most Saturdays just at the shop looking dully at the wall and waiting for people to come in. Tenten loved cars, especially fast ones. She was a major tom boy and growing up in a motor vehicle shop didn't make it any less true.
Tenten found Hockey after her mother died in -ironically- a car accident. Her father had own the motor shop and had closed it for a few weeks until he could look at a car again. Tenten had to walk to school, because her dad wouldn't so much as get in a car.
It was winter so hockey was quite popular at this time, she'd always hear the outcome of games at school and was sort of interested. Tenten had also a fascination in sharp things, like blades and knives. Quite odd for a 6 year old, but hey she didn't mind, nor did she care what others thought about her.
So in the third grade is when Tenten really got into Hockey. Her fascination with blades and skates, mixed with her tomboyishness equaled a freaking hockey fanatic. She was good at the sport starting off with and developed an odd love for it.
Tenten's dad approved, because he honestly thought her elementary blade obsession would lead to some pretty messed up things. The father in him was utterly relieved that she had decided to take the athletic route with her obsession instead of the psychotic.
"Hey Ten, I'm gonna go out and get some lunch. Mind holding down the fort?" her father asked.
"Yeah, No prob" Tenten replied smoothly and her father gave her a grin.
"Thanks, Ten." he said and left.
So here Tenten was, just sitting and staring at the computer watching an anime about imperialism (points for whoever can guess which anime I'm thinking of). She freaking wanted the girl on the screen's blade. I mean one hit kills, who wouldn't want that?
Then the door opened. Tenten looked up to see a boy and a girl. They looked about a year older than her. The girl had long black hair with vibrant purple eyes and a short sleeve cyan jacket, with a black hoodie and a black long sleeve that went halfway up her palm. The boy had pale, light brown hair, and purple eyes except his was duller. He had a skin tight grey short sleeve shirt, with a long green scarf that wrapped around his neck thickly.
"Hello, Welcome to Amara Motor Vehicles. How may I help you?" Tenten said cheerfully, and yet it sounded practiced. Car dealerships. Their little shop sold and rented out cars. It also kept a small garage for storing cars, for a fee of course and washing cars. Not to mention gas pumps,which could use some tightening. Oh well she'd get to it later.
"Yes," said the boy "We'd like to rent a car for two weeks, um something that can fit five people or more." He was professional and poised, yet sounded completely casual. The girl didn't seem fazed by it.
"Oh yes, right this way." Tenten lead them to a big black van with three seats in the back."Will this do?" she asked.
"Perfect" the girl purred, Tenten shivered. When Tenten thought about it she said it normally, but Tenten could tell it was full of hidden meanings, yet she couldn't seem to understand what they were for. And she had a feeling that there was none, but also that there was a lot more to that one word then she let on. It left her confused and the girl smiled.
"Great" she lead them back to the desk and started to type. Often taking a few glances at the odd pair "Visiting family?" Tenten had a feeling they weren't from here, but wanted to seem casual. The boy took out his wallet to find his licence and handed it to the twin bunned girl, she took it.
"Something like that." the boy said, it sounded uninterested. Tenten sighed and looked at the license. Mizuka, Yagura. He seemed to be 17, a little short for an 17 year old, Tenten told herself. Huh he was only a year older than her.
"Well everything seems to be in order, that will be 2800 dollars." Tenten said. And Yagura handed her a card. She swiped it and gave it back. The pair left.
"Thankyou" the girl said and smirked at her. Tenten had that same feeling, but it meant literally nothing. This girl was weird. Tenten didn't like it.
She also didn't like the feeling in her gut.
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Kakashi didn't make it a point to go into his student's personal lives. They had things that would rather be personal and Kakashi respected them at least that much to give them some privacy.
And it was too much trouble to look after every little thing bothering moody teenagers.
But just because Kakashi didn't know, doesn't mean he didn't care. And he did. A lot. He cared about his students and his friends.
So when Naruto didn't show up, he decided it was time for him to give the old file room a little visit. And that's what he did immediately after the game. But it seemed no matter how much he looked around the grim grey room with what seemed to be millions of rows of dusty shelves with boxes, he couldn't find anything other than a basic report. Okay, so let's go over it one more time.
Name: Uzumaki, K. Naruto
Kakashi wondered what the 'K' was for. Wasn't Naruto an orphan? He said he didn't know of his parents.
Gender:Male
That much was obvious. Well it didn't hurt to make sure. I mean it's 2017 people, you can't assume.
Birthday: October 10, 2001
Ok, he hadn't known that. Interesting, he never once heard Naruto bring it up either.
Parents:
It was...smudged. He couldn't read the names clearly. Just parts of it.
/zu/k/, K/h/a & N/m/az/, /n/o
Huh and the rest of the report was just physical description and basic physical examinations...after he joined KIA. Hmm, very interesting.
Kakashi sighed. Damn.
He took the file with him and started towards his office. With all the shit that has been going on with Naruto, the lack of information was concerning and worrying. He knew everything about the blonde, but at the same time nothing. And it was so frustrating. Cause when he seemed fine he was easy to push to the side. Naruto knew how to take care of himself. He didn't like people fussing over him, even though his life goal seemed to be making other people's lives like a fairytale.
Kakashi wasn't a fool - far from it actually - he knew Naruto's past had been terrible. One look at his cheeks said enough. It's not just the fact that it was Kyuubi's marks, someone had deliberately hurt him and branded him. Naruto's life was far away from being perfect and Kakashi doubted it ever be.
But who know. The kid seemed to surprise him when he least expected it.
Naruto was like the invisible glue that kept this team together. Like once applied, it was impossible to not have it anymore.
He kept Sasuke and Sakura together. Sasuke couldn't stand Sakura at first and Sakura had this admiration for Sasuke. But one look at how much better the loser was at the game her love was so captivated in. Sakura knew she had to get her shit together and learn to play well, in order to get her crush's attention. And she got good at it. And Sasuke could then look at her as an equal. He wasn't ignoring her anymore.
He kept Hinata and Neji together. God knows how he did it, Hyuugas' egos are as solid as a rock - Hinata being the only exception of course. Hinata also seemed to play better when Naruto was around. Just as Sakura did Sasuke.
He kept Sakura and Ino together. They used to always team up to pick on him, which he didn't really approve of but the boy never complained. Before that the two girls seemed hell bent on killing one another - they probably would have gotten away with it too. But now, much to Kakashi's releif, they team up to help Naruto. Sometimes they remind him of gaurd dogs. But Naruto can take care of himself.
So many more. Naruto has given them so much. Friendship, acceptence appreciation, loyalty. They were all just a given, because honestly before this team came together, Naruto seemed to be drowning in hatred. But never once did he call for never once did they help.
He only gave and never took anything.
It made Kakashi feel like shit. Because he didn't even know what the boy's birthday was until just 5 minutes ago.
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Chouji smiled happily at the customer who he had just served and shifted down the bar to clean some cups. His family owned a restaurant that was quite successful. It was a bar, where you could order food or a sit at a table kind of thing. It was a nice little restaurant that was about a 10 minute drive from the ice rink.
Chouji's family was nice and had met all his friends at the ice rink. When Chouji was younger, people didn't want to play with him cause he was too big. When he joined the hockey team, people said he was too fat to play and made fun of him. He remembered when he showed up the trail day with Shikamaru, people made fun of him, but Shikamaru said to ignore them.
Shikamaru, Ino and his father were all childhood friends, thus associating their children with him from an exceptionally young age. Shikamaru and him had been friends for as long as he could remember and Ino was their trusted friend they could always consult in.
Ino may have seemed all prissy when in public, but she actually really cared about them. Almost like a sibling bond, but not quite there yet. She always kept a polite distance from the boys. But Ino told him not to take shit from anyone. So he didn't. It was the one thing he held on to from her, it let him know she really did care. Despite some things she did sometimes. She'd always be there for him.
Ino had brought Sakura in after a practice when they were first years in KIA. That's how they met and Sakura was nice enough not to comment of his appearance but rather in the fact that he made good sushi. They were friends.
Kiba was shooting on him one practice and said he was pretty good. Chouji then proceeded to invite him to his restaurant after practice and they agreed. Kiba mentioned how he made good steak and of course Shino had come along as well. They were friends.
Kiba and Shino one day brought Hinata, and of course she was nice, she was nice to everyone. She was also shy, but after a good 30 minutes they had a conversation about baking. Turns out the little Hyuuga heiress is a secret baker. They were friends.
During the second year, Hinata had brought Neji, her cousin to the restaurant. Neji was stoic but he did comment the food was flavorful. He then proceeded to talk about hockey plays, in the most sophisticated manner that Chouji had ever seen. They were friends.
Then Neji brought his teammates, Lee and Tenten and Lee and him had had a pretty conversational meeting. He doesn't remember what it was about, but Tenten did say how he made good smoothies and proceeded to show him how to sharpen a knife quickly. They were friends.
Sakura, had finally brought Sasuke to the restaurant and he was quite stoic and introverted but didn't protest any of the food. He guessed they were some what friends.
Naruto...actually. Naruto had never come to his restaurant. He knew they were friends, but he was the only one who formally didn't come, therefore he'd never formally met his parents.
That saddened Chouji a bit and made just a little guilt hang in his gut. He had known Naruto for 3 years and still he didn't get the privilege of coming to his restaurant. When things died down, he'd have to bring him here. He knew Ino was mad at him for missing the game.
Just then two men sat at the bar. One a large man with a big straw hat and a cloth covering his face. It reminded Chouji of a cowboy but also a samurai. Like a cowboy samurai. His eyes were a bit weird, they were like from an anime or something. The second guy was a man in about his late twenties. He was skinnier than the other man; a bit more lean. He had black hair that stopped at just below his neck and was wearing a blue Yukata with some sort of flute hanging out. He looked impassive. They both did.
"Hello, what can I get for you two today?" Chouji said with a smile.
"Uh I'll get some Sake, so will he." Said the man in the blue Yukata. He sounded just about as uninterested as he looked. Chouji set to work getting the Sake.
"You really think the kid will come willingly?" said the cowboy samurai in a low gruff voice.
"No, but you know the boss." the lean one said. Chouji set down their glasses and got to work, silently listening to the two men's conversation. It was quiet for a while, the background noise of the buzzing restaurant filling some silence.
"We shouldn't have let those brats get the car." sighed the lean one. The cowboy samurai didn't say anything. It was a few more minutes of silence before the cowboy samurai looked up to chouji.
"Can we get the rest to go." Chouji nodded and took the money that was held out for him, it was the exact amount that he needed. He put the sake in a bag and the two men left silently. Weird.
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Kiba lazily walked on the sidewalk. His little white dog Akamaru following his trail. Kiba's parents own a kennel so Kiba had grown up around dogs his entire life, so it was only natural his best one be one too. Kiba got Akamaru for his fifth birthday, and ever since then they've been inseparable.
Kiba was currently on his way to the convenient store for some dog food. As to the reason Akamaru was not on a leash was because Kiba didn't want to make his best friend feel confined to only a certain radius around him. Like a master and pet rather than boy's best friend. And Akamaru was good, he'd never attack without reason and he'd never run away, not from Kiba. Kiba could trust Akamaru like a human, and frankly in a house with 3 sisters and one mom -who -let's not forget- are almost as feral as a pack of wolves-, with no dad cause he left them, having Akamaru was his only redemption.
Him and Hockey.
Kiba walked into the store with his best friend and started for the dog isle. He grabbed a bag of dog food and slung it over his shoulder. This should last Akamaru a week or two. Kiba didn't even grunt, having been a Hockey play comes in handy when matters of strength were involved. Guy sensei was always conditioning them on how they should keep their 'youth' by working out. Although Kiba's definition of work out and Guy's were drastically different. I mean who jumps on top of buildings to bring up their endurance? He kinda felt bad for the humans on his team.
Kiba walked out of the isle and was about to head for the register when he saw two girls in the isle that he was passing. They weren't looking at anything on the shelves, one was even leaning on one, but damn were they hot. Kiba was just about to go over and talk to them but then he heard.
"-And he sold cocaine" it was the girl who was leaning on the shelves. She had dark brown hair and red tips. Her eyes were closed. She was wearing a black top that looked sort of like a kimono, the sleeves were cut like one and there was a thick red ribbon across her stomach. She also had tight black leggings.
"And now he's dead?" the other girl said. She had darker skin and expectant brown eyes. She had short light green hair and a white crop top that ended just above her belly button and the sleeves were just a thick strap and she had white with leggings.
Kiba pretended he was looking at something on the shelf and listened. Another thing that you tend to pick up in a kennel full of dogs is the nose like one. He could smell Akamaru's shit before it even came! Okay, that's gross. Note to self: NEVER say that to naruto. He wouldn't get a break from that.
These girls smelled like they were from Akihabara, they looked like it too.
The first girl opened her eyes. They were amber but a bit more on the red scale and they bore into the other girl. But the green haired girl didn't flinch. Kiba did.
"Yeah," the amber eyed girl said slowly. Like she was suspicious. Kiba shifted uncomfortably. He looked at the girls through his peripheral vision, they seemed to be having a silent conversation with each other. "Kurama's brat lined him up." the amber eyed girl spoke again. "And then bam." She made a gun with her fingers. Kiba's eyes widened and Akamaru whined.
"Wait why was foxy there?" the green haired girl asked. She didn't seem fazed by the fact that the other girl had just told her someone had died.
"Kirigana-sama" one word and the girl showed a look that she understood.
"Why would she…" the other girl trailed off.
"He hasn't changed, I think Kirigana-sama had him spooked." the amber eyed one said. She had a distant look in her eye, like she was reminiscing.
"It's been 3 years, and we have changed. We'll see eye to eye eventually." The green haired one said and she sounded sympathetic, but it was also like she wasn't talking to the girl in front of her. The other girl shrugged and pushed off the shelf and they went out as they passed Kiba he let out a sigh of relief, but before he could do it all the way a hand spun him around and a body kept him pinned to a wall.
"Hello there cutie," Amber eyes kept him pinned there in shock. Akamaru growled. Amber eyes looked down on the white fluffball. "You should keep your mutt under control."
"Don't call him a mutt!" Kiba growled and the girl looked amused.
"And don't go eavesdropping on chicks that you'll never see again." The girl then walked away leaving Kiba in shock. Akamaru whimpered and Kiba pet his head.
"It's ok boy" he said but he didn't seem all to sure of what he said himself "It's ok"
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Neji and Hinata were enjoying their Sunday afternoon. Hiashi had just gotten back from his trip to Akihabara this morning and was currently in his office doing work across the hall. Hanabi was on the floor in front of the TV on her stomach looking at the screen that showed her big sister and cousin play Hockey. Hinata and Neji were doing their own things. Hinata was doing homework on the low table, and Neji was reading a book on the couch above her.
Hiashi walked in to go across the room to get to the kitchen for some coffee but stopped when he saw the two jerseys that said Hyuuga on them. The people wearing the jerseys skating with the puck. Hiashi could tell which one was his daughter and which one was his nephew. His daughter was slightly smaller and a tad more graceful when skating, but Neji was faster.
Hinata had the puck and drove it down the rink going around the goal to make a pass to Neji who made the goal. Hiashi smirked. These two worked perfectly together.
"Onee-san," Hinata looked up and Hiashi was about to leave "where is that Uzumaki kid?" Everyone stopped what they were doing and Hinata looked up to her little sister, who had big curious eyes.
"Uhm. N-Naruto-kun, c-c-couldn't m-make it." Hinata said quietly with her head hung down in shame. She knew she did nothing wrong, but she really couldn't give her sister an answer because she didn't know. Neji seemed a bit peeved by this. Uzumaki should be feeling the shame not his cousin.
"Well where did he go?" there was silence but Hanabi wouldn't excuse the issue, she continued "He was supposed to be in the starting lineup, but he is not there." she said. Hanabi read the roaster that morning. Uzumaki was her third favorite player and guess who the first two are?.
"We…" Hinata said and took a deep breath "Naruto-kun had…" she didn't know what to say and the sentence died in her throat. Hiashi narrowed his eyes on her silently, they didn't know he was there yet. Even Neji seemed distraught.
"Naruto was busy, we don't know where he went." Neji said to Hanabi who looked at him with sad eyes but Neji looked at Hinata who was just looking at her Math Analysis problem with a dazed look.
"Akihabara." they heard a deep gruff voice. Hinata and Neji snapped up at Hiashi's voice and Hinata had wide eyes. "I'm assuming you are referring to the Uzumaki boy with blonde hair and blue eyes?" he asked crossing his arms and Hinata and Hanabi nodded their head mutely. Neji narrowed his eyes. Hiashi sighed "I saw him at a bus stop in Akihabara at about midnight on Friday." Hiashi said and Neji nodded calculatively. Hiashi gave a grunt and made his way back to his office.
"Thankyou Hiashi-sama/ father" he heard three people say and he smiled - just a little.
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Akihabara
This message popped up on Sasuke's phone and he looked at it for a minute wondering what it meant. Then it clicked. He growled.
Neji didn't need a response back.
So the dobe had ditched them for Akihabara. Why would he do that? What was in Akihabara? He'd find out.
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"Do you know how to play Hockey?" purple eyes bounced
"No" blue eyes looked down
Kana taught him how to play hockey. Albeit she was a little hard on him and made him practice skating by gliding down the hallway in his socks. They would strap dull old blades that were thrown away and tape them to their shoes and start skating around on that deserted ice rink.
"Are you hungry?" a enthusiastic voice asked.
"Yeah" said the scratchier, timid one.
Yagura would come around less often than Kana, but still often enough. He always had a job at a nearby restaurant even if he was only 2 years older than himself. He would let him have free food all the time and taught him basic hockey plays that sometimes caught Kana off guard.
"Uhm, hello" a red tipped hair covered her face.
"Hi" blonde locks jumped.
Hitomi was always nice. She was the same age as Naruto but was really caring. She came around more often the the other two and when he got hurt, she'd always put a bandage or gauze on the wound to make it better. Hitori, on the other hand, wouldn't come out as often, but she was mean. Lucky Hitomi, could keep her at bay. It was weird cause they were the same person, with the same body and were completely opposite. It creeped Naruto out for a while, but he got used to it.
"Do you know how to read?" masked lips asked.
"N-no" light pink ones said shamefully.
Han didn't come by as often, but he did sit with Naruto on the couch and teach him to read. Albeit, they were porn magazines, but Naruto didn't know that until Kana asked him to read one out loud for 'practice' and she and Fuu fell down on the ground laughing while Yagura and Hitomi had heavy blushes on their cheeks.
"Then I'm considering you don't know how to write either." said an uninterested tone.
"N-no" the same child whispered.
Utakata was around as often as Han, but wasn't nearly as pervy. He taught Naruto some kanji and hiragana symbols. The characters were hard to memorize, but each time Utakata would come back, the man would teach him more.
"Hey," green hair bounced.
"Huh?" blonde spun around in confusion.
Fuu taught him to skate. Kana may have taught him the game, but Fuu refined his skating technique. Although she wasn't into Hockey, she taught him some tricks to go fast and some other parlor tricks that were quick and easy to apply to plays. But Fuu was more into figure skating.
What happened?
"Whiskers, let's play" Blood was dripping from the long grass blades.
They changed
"Come on shorty, let's get somethin' ta eat" A giant stick was through his heart.
They warped
"Ohayo Naruto-kun, you look nice today" Lock on and one flick and they were dead.
They were so nice
"I'll teach you to read then" Shattered skulls and white bones painted red littered the floor.
They cared
"I guess I can teach you to write" A death song played as crimson liquid poured out of every exposed muscle.
They were imperfect…
"Foxy, watch this!" Blood red liquid dripped off the steel, thin wire that crisscross the clothed bodies.
...but they were still his family.
Now… they were…
Purple eyes watched the crimson splatter on two blades.
A long staff impaled faceless people, and dull brown hair slowly turned scarlet.
Amber eyes never take their eyes off the head that is now nameless face dyed red.
A hat hangs over the masked giant as he walks away from the bloody massacre.
The sweet music plays over the garden of roses that sprouted from the bodies and leaked out slowly.
Limp figures hang in her web of steely once grey now cherry strings of death.
Now they were murderers and nothing could bring back his happy family. His imperfect criticized outcast family that raised him and took care of him. That he loved.
The family that left him behind to suffer at the foxes mercy.
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Okay, Okay. Points to whoever can guess what Tenten was watching! Oh and and AND I would really like some tips on how to make this you know better. Like do you guys even like the style I'm writing in. Cause if not I'd be happy to change it. I like cunstructive critisim, you can even flame up the comments...but I'd perfer you not to. And if you do don't just comment something like.
'Oh this is a peice of shit, you should go and kill yourself'
Or
'I can't believe this trash! It wasted my fucking time! I could've been reading really good fics instead of this shit.'
Ok that was not even exaggerated. Like if you're gonna flame up my comment section at least have an explanation! Like what the fuck DIDN'T you like about my story. And you obviously liked it if you got this far! LIKE YOU WOULDN'T READ OVER 10000 WORDS IF YOU DIDN'T! IF IT'S SUCH A FUCKING WASTE OF YOUR TIME THEN BY ALL MEANS LEAVE! BUT IF YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT I'M DOING WRONG THEN I DON'T FUCKING KNOW HOW TO FIX IT!
Sigh. Sorry guys I just need to vent. Because I was reading a few fics and looking at the reviews and there were comments EXACTLY like the ones I just put up. Like they were guest comments so I don't know who made them but if I find out…
Like nobody deserves that shit guys. And if you're gonna flame then at least tell us what we're doing wrong. And if you just flame and you don't even know what you hate, you probably just hate the plot, so just leave, cause the plot ain't changing. Just don't be mean.
And you really shouldn't tell anyone to kill themselves. I get really sensitive about that part especially because my friend tried that once and she seemed so happy before and we hung out not even 2 days before she tried it. And sure we joked about that kind of stuff all the time. But when she actually did it I was like a slap to me and the rest of my friend's faces. You see I only have a few friends not because I'm a loser, it's just everyone in our school is a fucking prick. But I don't know the reason my friend tried to pull that, luckily she's okay. But really, don't joke about that stuff guys, cause you don't know when someone's gonna pull a trigger or over dose.
Sorry, it got really sad there for a second but I just needed to vent. Thanks.
See ya'll later.