Kuddoes to Dogma and ability to write bad emo style poems. Saved my buttocks right there.
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Chapter 10 Death is Too Easy a Job for this Beauty
Avenger
My life is darkness with no end.
My loved ones, frozen and dead.
My veins leak color black, the color of my blood
My mind is running free with no reigns.
Each day is filled to brim with danger
For after all, I am the Avenger.
Dear Diary,
My morbid existence is tearing away my bloodless heart.
Each day is like an eternity of torture. Hell would be a pleasanter place than the inside of my skull.
All I see before me is darkness and damnation.
Everyone is dead.
I'm dead.
But Itachi is alive.
Alive and laughing.
Laughing at me.
Laughing.
LAUGHING.
I will kill him with my two hands.
I am the Avenger…
Oh, and I went to work today.
That bitch Haru was against my newest diet and so I left. It's not my fault that I like chocolate covered strawberries. She's just not open minded when it comes to weight loss. Fat pig, even fatter than Ino. Anyways, I ended up rushing out,, forgetting that I was still in my "uniform".
But I'm just so damn good looking and nothing can change that. I'm just that handsome. Whatever Haru thinks, is her problem.
No one in Konoha can surpass my bloody good looks.
My slick muscles...
My gorgeous hair…
My terrific abs…
My glory-hole…
I am the embodiment of everything divine and perfect.
Except for Itachi. And that's why I have to kill him because he shares my freakishly perfect features. The world can't handle two beauties like the Uchiha brothers.
But no… he's not my brother. He's my rival like that Neji or Lee or… er… Naruto.
Anyways, so I walked out of the bar and who do you think I bump into? Yeah, it was Sakura. I kinda wondered what she was doing in the downtown area, especially in the Red Light District.
I figured I'd just shrug it off and walked away from her. She ran after me yelling something like,
"Oh, Sasuke, you manly man, I've searched everywhere for you! Please wait for the weak and defenseless little old me. I can't possibly catch up to you. You're so big and strong."
So of course I had to stop. I waited for her to catch up and then asked her what she wanted in my most depressed undertones. And you know what, dear diary? That 'creature' actually hugged me! I was so revolted by it that I almost forgot for a moment how sad and depressed I'm supposed to be, about my clan being wiped out, and about my rival in good looks - brother.
"You don't have to cry anymore!"
She was totally hitting on me.
"Crying? Uchiha's never cry. We are physically incapable of producing tears. Our tear glands are removed once we hit puberty."
But the stupid girl didn't listen to me. She just told me how much she loved me and that I wasn't alone. Of course I wasn't alone. I always took my favorite moisturizing cream with me everywhere. Konoha weather was terrible for pale skin.
Anyways, she dragged me down to the ground so that both of us sat in the middle of the road. People were starring but, I was, after all, a master of apathy. But I just had to get this psychotic girl off of me and go home to mop around all day and to complain about the fact that no body loves me. She wouldn't let go for anything. Her arms enveloped me like she was trying to protect me from something. Crazy, ha? But since I am a tactical genius, I soon realized exactly what I had to do in order to escape this highly embarrassing situation.
"I love you too."
I thought she would die on me. She cupped her hands around my face and… God, this is so embarrassing to write, dear diary. Sakura KISSED me. I can't wash away the taste even after I brushed my teeth ten times.
Damn you God for making me just too handsome for my own good!
P.S. I've got a date with Sakura next Friday. Wish me luck, dear diary. Cherry Blossom
He is so distant and unseen
That ravens hair, those empty eyes.
And yet he seems so queerly keen
To reach perfection that there lies.
At me like love was in his heart
I would have happily have danced
And breath so ready to depart.
Although I tell him that he's awesome
He never sees his cherry blossom
Dearest Diary,
He loves me!
He really loves me!
All that stalk- er, following paid off in the end because he LOVES me.
Me!
Me!
And only me!
He said so himself AND he kissed me. And I don't mean just a peck. No, I mean he really KISSED me. I was so shocked that I almost forgot he was wearing that pink thong.
But… before that wonderful mind-boggling kiss, my little Sasukitty was crying. Oh, it broke my heart to see him cry as he ran out of the building, the "No Women Allowed" sign slamming into my beautiful (if not overly sized) forehead when I was peeking through the crack of the door to see inside the 'Hounds of Hell'. Between pain in my immense cranium and the vital organ associated with infatuation, a crazy thought steered within me.
"Sasuke needs me!"
I ran after him, still a bit dazed and suffering from a possible concussion. I called after him, "Sasuke, Sasuke!"
But he didn't hear me and kept running. And yet, Sasuke's sobs I heard through the approaching darkness of unconsciousness. They ricocheted harshly off the walls of the close-knit buildings. My heart quivered with sorrow as I reached out for my beloved. My hands reached out for the fading image of my teammate.
And then, as though by some providence, he suddenly stopped. Maybe he heard my please, my calls. I don't know, but he stopped in the middle of the intersection leading out of the Red Lights District of the city. Angels must have sung of sublime when I caught up to my crying Sasuke. I quickly embraced his trembling form. And… and… and then I knew that this was for the rest of my life. No one would replace Sasuke in my heart. No one, not even Satan or his fruity son would ever be able to break the connection I felt with him. All of that unconscious drabble I used to lock up, things I wanted to say to him a million times before but couldn't, they left my mouth without any restrain. And he cried while I talked to comfort him. He cried out his sadness, I talked out my love. He cried so violently that the few people that passed us stared at him in wonder. My eyes rested on the evil curse mark given to him by Orochimaru and on locks of black hair. And I knew. From that moment I knew that this wasn't a childish crush or lust. No, this was the love of my life right here in my arms. If he died tomorrow, so would I. When he would tear, I would break. When he would fall, I'd stumble down to hell and sell my soul to Devil to make him happy again.
He is all that there is. He is all that would ever be. All that will ever bear meaning in my life. Sasuke… Sasuke. Can I finally say those words I wanted you to hear from the beginning?
"Sasuke, I love you," I said to him.
He was surprised, surprised but glad because I felt his shoulders relax and he stopped crying. Within moments we were on the ground, both of us like fools staring into each other's eyes, our legs no longer able to support us. The world spun and twirled like some mad dancer, but we didn't care. We saw eternity in each other's eyes.
"I love you too."
And then he kissed me.