hello everyone :3 as some of you might know, I'm Naru and I'm at this very moment working on a fanfiction with my Sasuke :) here is the link: .net/s/4432241/1/Book_Of_Mixed_Emotions
I'm very happy if you read that one too ;)
well any way, I felt like writing some thing about a particular paring x3 kyu I love it! any way ^^
This is just a preview though, the chapters are going to be longer and stuff but I hope you'll enjoy it :D please review cause I'm not going to post any more of it if you don't tell me you want me to x3 I really hope you'll enjoy it! tehe :)
ps. have uppdated it because of missunderstandings with the lines XD thanks too a lot of reviews and my friend Kyomi
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He hid, hid himself from the world of darkness he was trying to escape, hiding from that life of total despair he had had to endure for almost four years now. Hiding his face in his tiny hands, he crawled down into the bathtub and felt the cold, blank surface against his back, trying not to squeal as he heard those steps and that angry voice call for him outside.
There was a sudden smash and he knew, oh God he knew all too well that he wasn't alone in the tiny bathroom any more. The shower drapery was pushed aside, exposing the small, shaking boy to those greedy eyes, making the boy put his arms over his head even though it was useless to even try defending himself.
"Well look who we've got here" His step dad smirked and grabbed his arm hard, pulling him upward so that he had to stand up in the bath.
The boy wined as his shoulder twisted and though he tried not to look hurt, not to give himself away it was pointless.
"Please father..."
"Shut up freak!" the man shouted straight in his face, his breath smelling nasty from all booze and cigarettes he had been consuming. "Don't go around calling me father! You mean nothing to me!"
With a hard shove he threw the now crying boy straight into the wall and the little one moaned with pain as his wounds from all times before opened again.
"Please" Fe whispered breathlessly but the older man just smirked like always and pulled him back up on his legs.
"Didn't I tell you that you're not allowed to cry?" he cursed, still smirking and grabbed the boys throat hard with his big hand.
The little one staird at him with big scared eyes. The tears just didn't stop falling and his head was about to explode as he tried to breath. The hand around his throat now was so smothering that he had to cough and he desperately tried to push it away but it was no use.
"S-stop it!" he begged as he struggled to breath. "It hurts..."
His stepfather just smirked and grabbed his hurt shoulder hard in his other hand, making the boys vision blurry with pain as more tears filled his eyes.
"you're telling me that hurts?" he smirked as the boy looked at him with pain filled eyes. "Then how about this...?"
The boy gasped for air ones again as the raw, cold hatred in the man's eyes made his entire body tremble with fear.
"No more please" he begged but his words were meaningless.
His step dad grabbed his arm again, twisting it upwards in the completely wrong direction, to far and the little one screamed a scream that didn't even sound human as his already hurt shoulder popped out of it's joint with a smack.
"Not so cocky any more are we?" the smirking man said and pushed him down on the ground against the cold wall.
The little one staird with horror in his tear filled eyes. He couldn't move, nor think. There was complete chaos in his mind and his lungs were struggling so hard to get air that his body was going numb.
"Please..."
His voice was not even a whisper any more and yet he tried. He tried desperately every time to make him stop, make him go away, make all the pain and memories fly out the window never to return. And then he felt it; in the moment when he almost thought that he had succeeded this time he felt his pants being pulled down by those hard hands and that stench of alcohol and smoked tobacco breathed in his face.
He looked up, so scared now his heart was about to stop, so frightened that his entire body was shaking unstoppably.
"No please" he begged ones again. "Not that....!"
His stepfather only smirked. Those lips curved in that awful way so close to the boys face made him nauseous and the taste of puke gurgled up in his throat. He tried to push the man's hard fingers away as they tugged and pulled in his pants but his stepfather was to strong and soon the boy was lying defencelessly naked on the floor with nothing to hide in, nothing to cover himself up with. Naked he was, under those cruel, cold eyes that were watching him day and night. Always watching, always judging.
His pail skin made the bruises and cuts seem ghostly real in the dim light and the man smirked statisticly as he let his rough fingers stroke the scars and down over the smoothness of the young ones skin.
The pail boy trembled under the man's touch, felt with fright how those disgusting fingers touched him like he was being owned by them. How those cursed lips kissed his skin, his body like they all belonged to that big, selfish man. Like he himself hand no value.
"Please don't" the little one whispered and looked up into those greedy eyes with pain and terror.
"Give me one good reason" the man just laughed with his horrid voice and pulled his fly down.
The zipping sound made the boys heart tremble even more than his body and he couldn't even feel the pain in his shoulder any more. Desperately he tried to get away, desperately he tried to hit and bite, desperately... but it was no use... no use struggling when you're a child at the age of eleven... against a horrid man to horrible even to describe...
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He walked the gloomy corridors of the school with his head lowered, eyes fixed on his feet, hands in his pockets. His mind wasn't there, he wasn't aware of his actions or his feet even though he was looking at them. There were people looking, turning their heads when he passed them but he didn't notice them. No one could catch his interest, no one meant any thing to him. He was a loner, but he didn't mind... after all, that was what he deserved.
As he passed the teachers office, he supposed it was the teachers office, he looked up for the first time since he entered the greyish school building and he saw some young kids run past him with their arms stretched out like they where flying.
"Look at me!" the older one said and ran faster then his little sister. "When I grow up I'll be a flying ninja!"
The little girl tried to catch up to him but fell and scraped her knee. Her brother didn't stop at first, didn't even notice her tears.
'pathetic, he thought. Can't he even get her to shut up?'
A woman picked the girl up and hushed her tenderly in her arms.
"There there baby girl" she smiled. Don't cry more love..."
He sight and kept walking down the corridor as he heard the mothers angry words to her son echo after him. It annoyed him to hear her talking like that to her son, it was not like he had pushed his sister or any thing, an if he had been a real ninja he might have had to leave there any way. So what he did was right in one way. If he was supposed grow up to be a ninja he might just start acting like one already.
He speeded up, not good being late to his first lesson. The teacher seemed to be a strict one as they had talked the week before. If he was late for his first lesson then he might get on bad feet with his headroom teacher and that wasn't good so he kept walking until he came to the given classroom.
He stood outside, waiting to be let in, waiting to see all those faces that would hunt him for the rest of his school time. He sight, for like the hundred time that morning it seemed, then knocked the door discreetly. The voices from inside grew quiet in an instant and the teacher said something about "being nice and welcoming" and then the door opened to his new world of living hell.
"This every one is your new classmate" the teacher smiled and put a protecting (?) arm around his shoulders. "Why don't you introduce your self?"
He nodded and looked out over the big group of students, all in age fifteen to sixteen, all with bright and curious smiles, waiting for him to speak up.
"Hello everybody" he said with his low, intense voice. "My name is Hatake Kakashi... pleased to make your acquaintance."
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well? what did you think? could I have done it better or was it good? should I keep it up? w
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