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Some serious deviancy coming your way. If you are terribly young or easily offended, please turn away NOW. o.0 I'm serious.
Chapter 10 is here. Jeez. Thought it'd never come. I want to deeply thank all of my reviewers. I truly wish I could respond personally to you all. :c
I DISCLAIM. D:
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The Sabaku household was always quiet.
Pristine, dustless furniture decorated the large, redwood-themed livingroom. A mahogany sofa rested against one of the neatly painted walls, conveniently facing the large 50' by 42' flat-screen tv that Kankuro often gamed the nights away on whenever he was off work. Temari would often accompany him, having always been a girl of boyish tastes; one of the primary reasons why Kankuro had always thought of his older sister as incredibly badass.
They worked hard for the house they had. A humble abode located within a nice, two-floored home community with trimmed lawns and considerate neighbors. Temari took pride in her job as a security officer, and Kankuro made amends with a part-time job in carpentry while attending college for his degree in Civil Engineering.
Things weren't easy, but they were good. Temari knew it would stay that way for the future if they continued to stick together. Her brothers meant everything to her, and she'd be damned if they lost everything again like they did six years ago.
The tragic loss of their mother during childbirth had always been hard on everyone (most especially Gaara), and the absence of their father (who had committed suicide a few days after Gaara was born) left Temari as the sole provider of the family at a very ripe age.
At twenty, she was forced to drop out of college and care for her brothers. A baby and a fifteen year-old boy who was just barely a Sophomore in high school.
She used the remainder of her student loans to pay for security guard training, and whatever was left of her life savings was spent away paying rent for an apartment situated somewhere within the projects. One that was often broken into, no less.
Being fresh foreigners and part of the lower-class, their parents had never purchased insurance, leaving them completely vulnerable and unassisted within the cruel breaches of society.
It was hell, but they pulled through. And here they were now.
In a nice two-story house with a working sink and kitchen, a bed for each person, and a kickass plasma screen connected to a legitimate PlayStation3 console.
Kankuro gave out a loud cheer of triumph, throwing his arms up in the air as Temari shook her head, a smile on her face.
"You got me," she said, putting the controller down. "You have class tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Just two, though. I could be back in the early afternoon. Why? What's up?"
"Good. I have to work an overnight shift tomorrow, and I'm gonna need you to pick up Gaara from school," she reached towards the rounded table in front of them, taking a long sip of her soda.
"No problem," Kankuro shrugged, shifting to rest against the arm of the couch in order to face Temari a little better.
"Oh! Speaking of which, guess what Gaara's teacher told me today?"
"What? Someone messing with him again? I swear, one of these days I'm gonna-"
"Our little Gaara finally made a new friend!" Temari smiled, playfully pushing her brother on the shoulder in a notion to relax him. "Iruka couldn't believe even himself when he started telling me. I swear, we both squealed like idiots."
Kankuro's expression relaxed into into a grin, giving his sister a high-five. This was probably the best news in weeks.
"Damn. That's great! Who's the new friend?"
Temari paused, setting aside her drink. "Well, actually, it's some kid that was adopted by one of the Uchihas, from what I understood."
Kankuro's brow rose. "What? You mean the filthy rich drunkards that live down by the Elms?"
"Only one of them is a drunk," Temari corrected, crossing her legs, "And it just so happens that the kid was taken in by just the one."
"Which one? The drunk one?"
"Yes, idiot, the drunk one," Temari sighed, face-palming herself.
"Well, saw-ree for not being up-to-date with the latest hunk gossip. Jeez."
"It's the girly one, the one with the stick in his ass. You've heard of him, right?"
"Sasky, or something? Sus-gay?"
Temari gave out a loud laugh, playfully slapping her brother on the shoulder in amusement. "That's hilarious! But no, it's Sasuke, or something. Went to 9th grade with the prick. Guy's such a bloody asshole. Thinks he's the center of the galaxy, or some shit." She took a sip of her drink, casually resting her chin against her knuckles. "He messed around with an old friend of mine in high school. Fucked her and ignored the shit out of her the next day. Even moved schools the same week. Crazy shit. Bastard went all out."
Kankuro shrugged, his eyes narrowed in indifference. "Ain't that how all of them are? Arrogant, self-loving pieces of shit?"
Temari brought a hand to her chin in thought, elbow resting casually on her knee. "The Uchihas? Surely. The tall one, though, the one with the long hair and pretty eyes is one devilishly handsome man. Intelligent son of a bitch. Wouldn't mind roughing him up a bit."
Kankuro scoffed. "You have some disturbing tastes in men."
Temari shot her younger brother a glare, reaching to ruffle a patch of his light brown hair.
"Anyway, Gaara looked so happy earlier today. Warmed my aching heart," she said, giving out a dreamy sigh. "I really hope that new friend of his doesn't turn out to be some spoiled brat. You know how our little Gaara is.."
"Long as the Uchiha's kid doesn't mess with him, there ain't a problem on my part."
Just at that moment, a small figure with a batch of fiery hair appeared from the annals of the kitchen, teddy bear dangling close behind. Temari sat up, a small smile forming on her lips as Gaara slowly approached the livingroom, his timid, green eyes hesitant towards her and the ground.
"Gaara? Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice tender.
Bringing his stuffed toy to his chest, Gaara hid half of his face behind it, his voice endearingly muffled against the furry fabric as he began to speak. "Can I.. ask you something..?" he asked, his cheeks blushing.
Temari held back the intense urge to go over and tackle her baby brother to the ground. How someone could ever have the heart to be mean to such an adorable little critter? Temari would never know.
Kankuro gave a languid yawn, absentmindedly wondering why older women were always so weak to Gaara's bashful charm.
A little, socked foot traced circles against the carpet, a green gaze shying towards the floor. Gaara took a breath, prepping himself for his incoming request. "Can I.. use the phone? To call someone?"
Temari's brow rose at this, taken back at the inquiry. Never in a million years would she have guessed that Gaara would one day ask to use the phone. Considering how unbelievably withdrawn he so naturally was, and all.
She and Kankuro traded blank glances, both turning towards Gaara in unison. "Are you sure it's alright for you to be calling, Gaara? It's getting kind of late.."
Saddened, Gaara's brows furrowed softly against each other, readying himself to climb back up stairs and into the isolation of his room. He knew it would be dumb to ask, but his secret desire to talk to Naruto at least once that night encouraged him to speak up.
"Go ahead, little man," Kankuro smiled, tossing him the phone from its stand. "It's all yours."
Temari looked at the situation in concern, but it all faded the moment she saw a tiny, rare smile on her little brother's plump face. She already knew who Gaara was planning on calling anyway, and she ultimately saw no real harm in it.
Teddy in one hand, and phone in the other, Gaara rushed upstairs, a red, miniature flash being left in his wake.
Once inside the comfortable silence of his dimly-lit room, Gaara clumsily began to dial the numbers that Naruto had given him that day at school. His hands shook, his green eyes nervous.
Taking a deep breath, Gaara initiated the call, his heart hammering against his chest. Each ring made him feel as though he'd faint, and by the sixth ring, there was still no Naruto on the other line. Gaara's heart sunk within his chest, a saddened expression marking against his childish features. An answering machine with the greeting of a man's voice was the only response he'd gotten from his call.
You've reached Uchiha, Sasuke. Either I am busy, or cannot answer your call at this time. Leave a message.
Gaara swallowed thickly. He was absolutely certain this was the number Naruto had given him. His fingers toyed nervously with the hem of his sweater, his small mind wracking itself for something coherent to say.
"U-um.. h-hi, Naruto.." Gaara gulped, his small body shaking from all of the tension in the world. "I just wanted to say g-goodnight.. and that.. I.. I.." clenching his eyes closed, Gaara took a profound breath, willing himself to continue for all that he could, "I c-can't wait to play with you tomorrow."
Embarrassed, Gaara quickly hung up the phone, throwing himself underneath his covers. A thin veil of blush blanketed over his cheeks as he held Teddy tightly against himself.
A faint smile lingered somewhere along Gaara's pinkish lips for the longest moment before finally falling into a chaste slumber, bright blue eyes ghosting within his mind.
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After several minutes of scanning the area with hawk-like eyes narrowed in precision, Sasuke slowly unclenched his hands from the steering wheel.
He took a breath, his heart pounding wildly against his chest at full power. The excitement stemming from in between his legs throbbed in agitation, feverish for release; feverish for Naruto.
He could feel the blood pooling from within his aching dick, engorging him to an impossible volume. His balls retreated painfully against him, causing a soft hiss of arousal to slither from a pair of flushed, bubblegum lips.
Sasuke could take no more.
"Naruto..?" he whispered, his eyes intent towards the heavy rain coming from the outside. "Did you do it?"
There was a small silence. "Y-yeah, crazy dude.. Can I go sit with you now?"
Sasuke closed his eyes to the sweet rhythm of Naruto's voice, his hand rubbing sensuously against the thick rod of flesh pulsating from within his slacks. He could hardly regain control of his breathing, of his thoughts.
Naruto sounded so scared, so worried. Delicious. Sasuke threw his head back against the seat of the car, his mouth parted wide as he rubbed roughly against his quivering shaft.
"Naruto," he said softly, his breathing a little louder than before. "I want to fuck you so bad."
"W-what's tha-"
With a fluid movement of his own, Sasuke slid gracefully into the back of the car, immediately pinning Naruto down against the leather seats. His breath was harsh against the child's shocked expression, jet-ink eyes dangerously narrowed in luxuria.
Naruto stared wide-eyed into crazy dude's viper-like gaze, his small body squirming on its own accord. Sasuke was hot and heavy against him, Sasuke smelled so good.
"You're so beautiful," the older growled, the plush texture of his lips caressing Naruto's blushing cheeks. "So warm. Sexy. I'm going to have you.. right now."
Naruto's heart began to pulse a little quicker from within him, entirely confused by the bizarre situation. All Naruto truly knew was that Sasuke's voice sounded much more different than ever before, and that Sasuke was acting the same way he had the day he'd ran his tongue against the dirty place in his backside.
Naruto stilled in his position, his arms tight and secure against his sides. "W-what are you going to do, crazy dude..?" he asked shyly, wincing at the way Sasuke had begun to lick at the side of his neck.
Aroused beyond belief, Sasuke's hand began to roam the naked expanse of Naruto's thigh, noticing that the roach had, indeed, taken off his pants just as he had demanded. He hiked his hand a little closer to that sweet part between the boy's legs, noticing the curious lack of underwear.
Sasuke grinned lasciviously against Naruto's dampened neck. Naughty little minx.
"Everything," he hissed, sharply biting onto Naruto's ear. "Would you like that?"
Naruto's eyes began to cloud and narrow, courtesy of crazy dude's steady hand ghosting against his private parts. He felt the soft warmth of fingers running against his tensed bit, the blunt of Sasuke's nails teasing the skin Naruto only ever touched whenever he went pee.
He found himself enjoying the foreign feeling. It felt good. It felt different than whenever he touched it. His breathing began to pace, reaching to tangle his little arms around Sasuke's strong neck. He clenched his eyes closed for all that they would go, nodding vigorously against the nape of crazy dude's collar.
Yes. He liked it.
The child reddened, his unvoiced desire for more being innocently expressed as he bucked his boyish hips into Sasuke's experienced hand. Sasuke hissed quietly into his ear, his large hand encasing the miniature totality of the boy's quivering erection.
Sasuke felt as though he'd erupt in his pants, the soft length of the roach daring him to further his actions. Desperate for more, he reached to lock Naruto in a tongue-filled kiss, making sure that his pumping increased just enough to leave Naruto a writhing mess underneath him.
He could hear Naruto whimpering loudly against him, his small body already shaking uncontrollably. Sasuke's tongue prodded violently against every hidden crevice of Naruto's sugared mouth, swallowing his taste whenever at all possible. The child was addicting, a priceless delicacy that he'd pay mind and soul to have a dose of every night.
Like morphine.
Sasuke's hand reached to toy with Naruto's tender balls, rolling them gently between his fingers.
Naruto let out a string of deafening mewls, his little mouth falling open for all that it would go, allowing Sasuke's insidious tongue to sink itself further into him. Squeezing gently in patterned intervals, Sasuke pulled away from their wet kiss, staring hungrily into Naruto's shying, beryl-blue eyes.
He looked exactly how Sasuke knew he'd look. A blushing virgin. A tasty little thing. Good enough to fuck at any hour of the day, at any minute, every minute; just like Sasuke had always wanted it, had always dreamed of.
"Take off your shirt, Naruto," he demanded, his voice unforgivably husky. At that, Sasuke freed the roach from his heavy snare, taking the opportunity to undress himself, as well.
Sasuke quickly went about his tie, throwing it somewhere underneath the seat of the sport's car. His nimble fingers made way with the button-up shirt he'd paid a good fortune for in a hurried flash, the leather belt of his pants having been tossed somewhere in the front seat of the car. He kicked from out of his pants at an awkward angle, the limited space of the car disallowing him from being at all graceful.
The hammering of rain resounded ominously from the outside. A clasp of thunder, the evening's elegant lighting.. It all made Sasuke look like the sex god he so was, the sex god he knew he was. Knowing that Naruto had been watching him only managed to turn Sasuke on even more, his impossibly thick dick jutting proudly from in between his legs.
A girth like no other. He was absolutely certain Itachi couldn't possibly measure to him.
Soon enough, an avalanche of pearl lied naked from within the dimly-lit car, an insufferably gallant figure lavished in all of its symmetry with toned muscle and smooth skin.
Naruto froze on the spot, unable to stop staring.
"Sa-Sasu.. ke.." he whimpered, cowering against the door of the car, concealing his childish nudity as much as he could with his corpulent arms. Naruto felt like a filthy bug in comparison to crazy dude's manful physique, the foreign feeling of inferiority setting in within his small being.
He felt embarrassed, unworthy.
Sasuke was so pretty...
Sasuke smiled a devious smile, his hand tracing the length of his leaking cock. He took pleasure in Naruto's hesitant peeking, using his other palm to fumble with a pair of tensed balls. Hissing in a breath, he relaxed against the opposite side of the car, his eyes narrowed towards Naruto's direction as he continued to erotically pull on his rock-like prick.
Naruto's eyes compressed slowly at the titillating sight, his face bathed in permanent flush from behind his small knees. Sasuke's mouth began to part open at the guiltless reaction, a reverberative moan escaping his throat as he pulled at his balls for all that they would go.
Heavens, that roach was all sin incarnate. A fire he wished would never waver.
A hot hell he'd wish to burn in.
"Naruto," he whispered, "Do you see this?"
He motioned at his dick, casually grabbing it in a notion for Naruto's hesitant eyes to fall upon it. Naruto nodded slowly, immediately averting his eyes after taking a brief peek at it.
"Do you think you could take it in you?"
Before Naruto could attempt to ask crazy dude what he meant by that, Sasuke reached to pull harshly on the child's legs, splaying his weight above him once again. Nudity against nudity, Sasuke could feel Naruto's childish erection poking at his thigh, a moisture seeping from its tip.
Sasuke smirked, leaning to lick the side of Naruto's whiskered cheek. The roach was a violent, writhing mess beneath him, his blue eyes wide in piling confusion. Sasuke took no time to push three of his fingers into the child's mouth, roughly caressing the inside of Naruto's left cheek.
"Suck," he ordered, his dark eyes sharp and dangerous. "Hard."
Submissive to whatever Sasuke wished of him, Naruto wrapped his lips around the three intruding digits, his small tongue rolling against them for all that it could. Blue, watery eyes stared deeply into Sasuke's obsidian, yellow brows slanted in a desperate notion to please. Sasuke grinned devilishly, his other hand tugging at a batch of yellow locks, forcing Naruto's head back at an uncomfortable angle as the roach continued to fervently suck to the best of his capabilities.
The wet noises were delicious. Sasuke's prick twitched wildly against Naruto's stomach, the friction created between their bodies milking Sasuke in an erotic, unintended way. He hissed several times, pushing his fingers deeper into the child's miniature mouth. Having been satisfied by the look on Naruto's face, Sasuke pulled his fingers, away, immediately snaking them towards a very specific place.
Naruto whimpered loudly towards the roof of the car, his neck arched at a discomfited viewpoint, courtesy of Sasuke's harsh hold on his hair.
The moment Sasuke's fingers pressed firmly against the dirty place in his bottom, Naruto's eyes shot open at an impossible volume, his childish mouth falling open in choked shock.
Sasuke had breached through. A strange, vulgar feeling overwhelmed Naruto to the core, causing the rims of his eyes to immediately water. He let out a cry of some sorts, a cry brimmed with pain and dither.
"Sh sh sh," Sasuke cooed, letting go of Naruto's hair to secure his mouth shut. "It's alright.. It'll pass, I promise."
Nervous and wide-eyed, Naruto nodded softly in credence, his trust in crazy dude paramount and never-ending. If Sasuke said it would pass, it would pass. If Sasuke said dinosaurs were to roam the earth the next day, the dinosaurs would, indeed, roam earth the next day. If Sasuke demanded for snow, it would snow.
Sasuke was the moon, after all. The sun, the earth. He was the rain outside, the clouds.
Sasuke was a perpetual wind. A beautiful star in Naruto's lonely sky.
Relaxing underneath Sasuke's weight, Naruto's cloudy, blue eyes began to narrow in utter surrender, his bottom being ravaged by the three fingers he'd just finished sucking on as Sasuke had ordered. A pair of tears fell slowly from cerulean eyes, watching crazy dude's pretty, pale face from behind a watery visage.
Sasuke's fingers were flashes of light from in between Naruto's spread legs, his long, slender fingers producing a series of wet, gagging noises. Clear fluids slathered all along his plundering fingers, Naruto's impossibly tight asshole making it almost hopeless to pull in and out at a steady pace. The heat from inside drove Sasuke insane, his tongue darting to lick his lips several times in the most lecherous of ways.
He could only but imagine how it would all look like from underneath. Sasuke's dick seeped fluids at the thought, his dark brows furrowed tightly against each other in esurient thirst.
"You like this, Naruto?" he hissed, his hand still firmly pressed against the child's mouth, lest someone heard them from the outside. "My fingers fucking your tight little ass?"
Naruto's eyes lied lifelessly narrowed, his small body violently convulsing at the unsteady rhythm of Sasuke's animalistic pace. A blanket of red marred the roach's whiskered features, blond hair damp from sweat.
Smirking, Sasuke took the moment to sink the entire length of his three fingers into Naruto's clenching hole, digging himself deep into the other's heat. A dark gaze watched like those of a vulture as Naruto's eyes slowly began to roll to the back of his head, a muffled scream of some kind vibrating harshly against Sasuke's pressing palm. He wiggled his fingers from far within the boy's cavity, caressing the tips of his digits against those wet, velvety walls.
Fascinated, Sasuke pulled his fingers out to the blunt of his nails, watching, studying, only to slam back in just as far as before.
Naruto let out a choked sob, his figure helplessly jolting from the sheer impact of the action. Tears fell more freely, little arms wrapped desperately tight around Sasuke's naked neck.
Not being able to hold anything back any longer, and driven to the furthest, most hellish limit there was to reach, Sasuke pulled his fingers out one last time, his hand frantic to grab hold of his aching, pulsating cock.
The deflowering. The sweet, wonderful deflowering he'd fantasized for endless hours on end. The sinful act that would surely earn him a booking in hell, the act that would put everything on the line. His money, wealth, property, and fame.. Prison.
But it was worth it. The risk was worth the impeccable prize. The risk was exhilarating.
Breathing heavily, Sasuke pressed the blunt of his nine inches against Naruto's pulsing asshole, the tip of it caressing against those rings of small muscle that promised so much friction.
"I'm going to fuck you, Naruto," he hissed, ink eyes infernally narrowed, "I'm going to shove it into you so far up that you won't even be able to breathe."
Naruto stiffened from underneath, his little arms holding on for dear life. Whatever Sasuke wanted, he would get. And that was fine. It was the custom, and he had no say. He feared abandonment. Naruto would do anything, endure even this.
"I'll fill you up," Sasuke growled, kissing several times at Naruto's warm cheeks. "I'll make you cry my cum, you'll taste it in your mouth," a small lick was placed gingerly against Naruto's quivering lips, watching with coal, lidded eyes as the child whimpered quietly beneath him.
"S-Sasu-"
"I love you."
And with a flutter of the heart, Naruto felt himself being torn open.
A blood-curdling scream of utter sting lied muffled against Sasuke's hand just in time, the volume of it having otherwise been shrill beyond belief. Sasuke moaned loudly as the warmth of Naruto's kiddish ass began to settle against him, a warmth like no other.
Tight walls, velvety detrition. He could hardly push himself all the way inside, his dick having been far too thick for Naruto to be able to take in. Sheer force, however, allowed him to dress his cock with Naruto's creamy insides, rolling a pair of pale hips to thrust in as much as humanely possible. His balls pressed erotically against the crack of Naruto's ass, the child's small legs flailing messily in mid-air.
Sasuke's brows furrowed in impossible satisfaction, feeling as the knot of his orgasm threatened to explode right at that moment.
"Fuck, Naruto.. You're so tight," he hissed, gaining a languid, lazy pace against Naruto's limp body, "You feel so perfect on my dick."
Overwhelmed in all senses and filled to the brim, Naruto's eyes rolled lifelessly to the back of his skull, mouth sealed shut by Sasuke's hand. His small body was that of a doll's against Sasuke's growing pace, his ass clenching harshly against the other's prick in attempt to rid of the bottomless intrusion.
Taken, and entirely enamored, Sasuke began to hammer himself against the tiny figure of the roach, his prick tearing Naruto's walls apart to widths that were just not meant for the child's body to endure. This mattered not, however. The feeling was heaven in itself, and Sasuke couldn't get enough of it.
He pushed Naruto against the door of the vehicle, prepping himself to go all out.
"You're mine," he growled, his hand pushing against Naruto's mouth for all that it could.
With a final, small kiss to the cheek, Sasuke submerged himself within the roach's heat once more to once again part those lovely walls, only to pull out to the very tip. He repeated this several times, watching as Naruto fell entirely motionless against his perpetual ramming. His pace increased at an impossible rate, slamming himself in and out of his most cherished possession in thunderous waves.
The rain outside grew louder, a streak of lightning gracing the sky from the outside.
Naruto watched Sasuke's hellish expression in silent adoration, his mind beginning to lose consciousness. His bottom felt numb, repeatedly breached by Sasuke's monstrous intrusion. He felt hot, his legs hurting from the strained position against the car.
Beryl-blue eyes gave into their sockets, the onslaught of Sasuke's relentless fucking making it impossible to catch air inside his lungs.
Seconds before Naruto could finally give into unconsciousness, however, a thick, hot ooze of liquid shot from deep within his innards, forcing his small body to convulse violently in response. Sasuke let out a profound howl of release, grating his hips against Naruto to milk the vesuvian amount of cum that had splattered from his volcanic, soul-numbing peak.
Sasuke breathed heavily, sweat falling quietly from his temples. He slowly began to pull out. A thick ribbon of cum connected him still to Naruto's gaping hole, ensuing for a very lewd sight.
A pair of sable eyes fell unto Naruto's flushed face, worriedly noting that the roach had passed out.
Frantic for air, but complacent beyond his needs, Sasuke reached for the small body that he'd yearned for so long, cuddling the child into the strong warmth of his arms. His lips kissed softly against Naruto's thick, yellow hair, breathing in his childish scent.
And he knew he'd loved him.
"Naruto.."
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A smirk graced her lips.
A smirk of triumph, of attainment, of revenge.
The aging elk Sasuke had strategically parked by, and the shadows that loomed from its blossomed branches had been enough to insure her from being at all seen.
The camera in her hands gave out a red blink, informing her of the draining battery. She smiled, hugging her raincoat closer to herself.
That was alright. She filmed exactly what she needed. From beginning to end. Even the sweet middle.
As pale, blue eyes glinted in devious wrath, Ino carefully snapped the camera closed, placing it securely within her purse. She gave a last look at the black Ferrari and the sight of Sasuke's bare back, a very young and naked child in his arms.
She tossed her long hair to the side, turning on her heels to leave the scene just as she had entered it; unseen and stealthily.
She was an art in herself. Sasuke would regret dearly on his knees. Begging, pleading, sobbing.
Oh, the sweet irony.
Jogging through the rain to the safety of her car, she let out a sigh of relief, her lashed eyes smiling back at her from the rear-view mirror.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
She chuckled.
"Gotcha, you sick, twisted fuck."
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Oh. Mah. God.
SO MANY THINGS ARE HAPPENING! O: RUN SASU, RUN! RUN TO FRANCE WITH SWEET NARU IN YOUR ARMS!
Lmao xD Thank you so much for reading. Review, please? Encourages that little something called inspirtation. ;D xx