O-LLO my loves! Have you missed me? :D
No fears, I'm here! With a chunky cast, but... I'm still here so stuff it. WAA!
SweetIcecream: WOOP! SHARING IS CARING! I love football! And yeah Kakashi! Stop being a bitch!
Kakashi: HEY!
Eheh... wee?
Storygirll11: So I was just watching this video of the hottest top ten naruto guy characters... I was kind of scared Kakashi wasn't going to be in it. Then he came in number one, and I screamed, "YES!" my mom burst through my door, knocked it off it's hinges, and started screaming about protection... o.0
And no... my favorite sport isn't golf... :P Sadly. My hand is NUMB! So 's all good.
xXDiMeXx: WOOP! Dictionary peoples, we commin fo YOU! AND I WILL TAKE YOU OUT OF YO MISERY SISTA! bro, I'm pissed... i was just watching a vid of hottest Naruto guys (Nose bleed) and Itachi was NUMBER FUCKING 7! ! No! He's in the top three.
FictionPadfoot: Aha, funny I believe so! WAAAH!
blondiesurfiechick: Not fail, just sexy awesome clutz powers. Duhhh. We share it! BRAH!
ers110196: Sort of me, sort of not, I guess a little bit... nahh, not really. Jkjk, her attitude issues and everything is me talking... ;)
xScarletNightx: LUCKYYY! And yes.. yes.. yes.. She's very lucky.
I LOVE ME SOME BASEBALL! I'm not aloud to play softball bc I'm varsity boys baseball captain... poo. :P
I MUST LEAVE! My favorite sport is VOLLEYBALL! Just kidding, I'm like... die hard for golf... again KIDDING I'm a baseball fanatic. legit brahs.
As the weeks drew by in overly slow, snail motion, the dreadful feeling of being watched rapidly increased.
Sasuke grew extremely irritated, and I began tearing at my hair in frustration when I woke every morning to the teen curled up at my side.
I understand that he's happy I'm alive but I need my personal space dammit!
Not to mention the older Uchiha became very handsy, touching me much more than I permitted. Not innappropriately of course, simply a hand on my shoulder, on my lower back, my head, my arm...
I felt smothered!
And Sasuke only grew more clingy, coming to every practice I coached, every game, home and away, every dinner, he even followed me into my bed at night.
I stopped asking, because he never answered, just stared up at me as I demanded things of him.
It's so frustrating!
As my heart raced, this was a rare moment where I was alone, I ran through the store, grabbing jeans in my size, shirts my size, everything I passed with my size on it went into my arms.
In the changing room, the most unexpected thing happened.
An arm wrapped around my bare middle, and a hand covered my mouth!
I nearly screamed, because I was half naked in a changing room!
"Naiomi-Koi, it's me..."
I froze at that voice...
The one I heard in my dreams, in my nightmares, in my daydreams...
The voice of Kakashi Hatake.
"... Kashi?" I whispered when he removed his hand from my mouth.
When I turned, there he stood, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck.
I blinked, and he was gone.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror.
"Why am I doing this to myself?"
I sighed, turning back to the mirror and looking into my eyes. How could I be foolish enough to put that fake sense of hope into my heart?
After trying on every outfit, I picked the four I liked the most, and headed to the register, leaving the rest on the counter to be put back.
I paid and walked to my car, once again seeing my reflection in my car window. I look so pathetic.
As I drove home, I saw flashes of silver and gray. Finally, I could no longer take it. I pulled into an empty parking lot and broke down, tears flooding my eyes.
Losing my mind on a tiny error,
I nearly left the real me on the shelf.
No, no, no, no, no...
My speakers were off as I cried, and I felt a hand on my back. I ignored it, figuring it was either a figment of my imagination, Sasuke, or Itachi.
There were no words to express the pain in my heart. Out of all the physical pain I felt in returning, the one in my heart hurt the most... and didn't go away.
I was shocked. The last time I had a break down like this was last year... around the same time.
I'm just all screwed up, chewing on my nails, sobbing to myself, throwing knives...
Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
Just be true to who you are!
(who you are [x11])
"Naiomi-koi..." I've often heard things.
Everytime, it's been my imagination. It's never been real, it's never been true.
I sucked up enough courage from the air to dry my tears and put my brave face on. I drove back to my house, where the phone was ringing.
"Hello?" Sasuke was once again, up my ass.
"Naiomi? Finally! It's been six years, why haven't you answered any of my phone calls?" My mothers angry voice met my ears.
"I can only wonder." I hissed, moving my finger to hit the end call button.
"Just tell me this, Naiomi. Why do you behave this way?" I couldn't swallow my anger this go around.
"Why? You want to know why? Because I suffered for years in silence. I excelled in everything to get some type of aknowledgement from my parents, but all I ever got was a pat on the back and a fake ass smile!" I screamed. "And when acting out didn't work, I went into a state of depression! I starved myself because I figured if my parents didn't love me, than who the fuck would!" Itachi came into the kitchen at the sound of my screams, and Sasuke seemed shocked.
"And as if that wasn't enough when I turned fifteen I was diagnosed with anxiety so you ass holes figured I was retarted, and just gave up on me! From the time I turned twelve I was unloved by everyone! The people who raised me were my floor, and you ripped them out from under me!" It was quiet for a bit on the other end of the line.
"Why didn't you ever tell me you felt like this, Naiomi?" She sounded awefully fucking devestated now. Dumb bitch.
"Would it have fucking mattered!" I bellowed. "You still would have turned the other cheek! Better yet, sent me to counsling and have someone else tell me all the things wrong with me! So you know what mom? Fuck you! And you can tell dad I said fuck him too because the two of you are nothing to me as of right fucking now! Don't bother calling anymore bitch."
I slammed the phone into the cradle, my breath coming quick as everything began to spin.
"Naiomi-Chan?" When Sasuke grabbed my shoulder, I latched onto him with out thinking, and just bawled.
Brushing my hair, do I look perfect?
I forgot what to do to fit the mold, yeah!
The more I try the less it's working, yeah
'Cause everything inside me screams
No, no, no, no, no...
I cried about how my parents didn't love me, how my grandma passed away a few hours ago and I recieved the call that my grandpa went right along with her, how the man I loved was no where to be found, and how I felt utterly and unmistakeably alone in this world.
I'm just so fucking confused! Is everything against me!
Hours passed as I sobbed into the younger Uchiha's chest, trembling horribly on my couch as he held me close to him.
Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
But tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
There's nothing wrong with who you are!
Kakashi:
She was in a state of complete turmoil.
And part of it was caused by me.
I could vaguely make out how I was no where to be found, how she just wanted to hold me, how she missed me...
Her small body convulsed to the point she nearly made herself sick.
As Sasuke cuddled her to him that night, I snuck in through the window.
He flashed his sharingan at me, glaring strongly. "If you aren't going to stay, then leave."
"..." I stared at her small form, where her head was tucked under his chin on his shoulder. "You were right."
Sasuke looked down at her. "Are you going to stay?"
"...Yeah." I said hoarsely.
"If I wake up in the morning... and you aren't there... I'm going to tell her." He threatened.
"I'll be here when you wake up. I'm not leaving again. I don't have the strength to leave her again." Sasuke nodded, and slowly pulled away from her. He left the room after a quick glance to her sleeping form.
Yes, no's, egos, fake shows, like WHOA!
Just go, and leave me alone!
Real talk, real life, good love, goodnight,
With a smile, that's my home!
That's my home, no...
I removed my jacket, the undershirt, leaving the sleeveless one with my mask attatched on, and my jeans.
I crawled into the bed next to her, and her body instantly curled into my own, gripping my shirt, and tucking her head under my chin.
I could smell the strong scent of strawberry's wafting up from her hair. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into my embrace.
"K...Ashi..." She mumbled, wrapping a leg around my waist and pressing right up against me, so I could feel every curve of her body.
Soon, I dozed off, holding her tight to me.
No, no, no, no, no...
Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay...
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
Just be true to who you are!
Yeah yeah yeah
When I woke in the morning, I found her black eyes starring straight up at me, wide and watering.
"God dammit!" She screamed, getting up and rushing into her bathroom.
Sasuke broke down her door, finding me in her bed and the covers on the floor.
"She thinks you're a dream." He explained softly, leaving the room again.
I got up and walked to the door, knocking.
"Naiomi-Chan?" I called softly, twisting the locked door nob.
"Why won't they stop?" She cried. "Why can't these dreams just stop torturing me!"
"Naiomi-Chan, I'm real!" I exclaimed. "I'm here, open the door!"
"No!" She screamed, and I twisted the knob a bit harder. I just got her back, and I want her back in my arms not on the other side of a door.
"Why not?" I demanded.
"Because! You're not real!" She cried.
"I'm real Naiomi! I'm right here! Open up the door, please! I want to hold you!" I pounded a little bit harder.
The door ripped open and she stared me down. "You look just like the other ones, that weren't real."
"I'm real, Naiomi."
"Prove it." She snapped.
I pulled my mask away from my face and pulled her flush against me, pressing my lips down on hers.
At first, she froze, but then she slowly began to respond. Her lips moved back against mine, and spread when I greedily licked them.
Our tongues mingled as I clutched her closer to me, lifting her up slightly so I could reach her better.
After about five minutes, we pulled back. "... Believe me... now?"
She only nodded in response, smiling brightly with tears in her eyes as she rested her head on my chest. "You... you're here..."
I hugged her close to me, pulling up my mask when foot steps drew close.
Sasuke opened up the door. "Nee-Chan... what's for breakfast?"
I fought the urge to show him the true pain of chidori.
But he glared at me with sharingan eyes and towed Naiomi away, while her fingers dragged me along.
I don't think he trusts me...