09.03.04
YAOI!!! Don't like then run away now before I eat you.
If flamers miss that then there's no hope...
Two years later and here I am again with a new fic to neglect and abuse. It's my first Naruto story so I'd really appreciate any support, suggestions or comments you beautiful people can provide (flattery will get me nowhere right? -_-;;)
I don't want to reveal the full plot in all its wondrous glory, but what kind of obsessive, Naruto fan fiction writer would I be if I didn't at least give a small explanation for this growing monstrosity to my kind readers? P
So basically I'm taking the liberties of this being a fan fic and making Naruto and Sasuke a sweet 16, this making me perfectly uncorrupted and non-perverted if they happen to... oh say jump on each other and bonk like cute, fluffy love bunnies. Eh... yeah...
Plot: Naruto is pissed off with Sasuke. Sasuke is irritated by Naruto. Sakura is somewhere around this story doing something constructive I'm sure. And Kakaishi is hot as ever, I mean conniving, no I mean concerned... Actually all three.
See there's proof that I've been thinking hard about this one XD
Disclaimer: This story in all its glimmering entirety is mine, the manga and anime series Naruto however is not. I'm still waiting for an important phone call to verify that last part though _
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*[Mayoi Nagara Demo Ii]* By Crimson 408
It's ok to be Lost on the Way
Chapter 1 – Raging
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Here I am again. Running like the breeze.
And here I am once again, for the tenth time today, fighting with the trees, leaving indents of my fists on their bark.
And here I am right now; parched above the canopies of all the other stunted trees, my kunai in my hand trying to prove that I'm stronger then you'll ever know.
Because I'm not just a dobe, bastard.
I'm so much more then the dead last you think I am. I'm strong, I'm brave, I'm pure... and, not that I'll ever let you know this, in truth I'm just waiting till my fuel's used to its last drop, then I'll collapse.
But not now, because I'm proving myself here, I'm proving that you're not worthy to be my rival. I'm proving something really important here! And the hell if you're gonna try brush it all away.
Damn you bastard for underestimating me over and over constantly. Damn you for never seeing behind this disguise. Every single waking day, snubbing me like I'm a waste of space. A spec of dirt on your royal Uchiha sleeve.
And yet even whilst I run tree top to tree, in a speed that accelerates faster than my pounding heart, I can't find contentment.
And so I'm pummelling this cold slab of stone, whilst in wistful thoughts that if only this were your heart. And my hands are bleeding, they're raw and stinging in achieved triumph. But I'm still not satisfied. Even as the blood scatters through the air in small beads with my every pound, and the relentless pain in my hands try to take over my train of thought, I'm still not fulfilled.
Then something cracks, and I watch unamused as the rock painted a vivid red parts to two and crashes to the soil.
It's not enough.
I'm running again in union with the summer breeze. My fists are clenched in determination despite how sticky warmth slicks my palms and how the pain is screaming silently at me.
But I'm 'cursed', and with my 'monstrous powers' they'll heal soon enough.
I won't let anything end this demonstration. I won't stop until I've reached my limit, maybe even then I'll stagger on. This will be beyond the simple, daily, training regime. Today I'm not going to underachieve.
The winds not even a worthy competition for me as I speed onwards, dodging trunks and unruly roots and diverting stones. Finally I feel like I'm getting somewhere, at last...
It's at that moment that I fail though.
In my rush of adrenaline I begin storming up another tree looming close to sun, but midway my head dizzies and for a slit second my eyes see black.
But that split second was all that was needed, and before I know it I'm falling like the undervalued weakling my rival has always seen me as.
Then something unexpected happens.
Whilst I shut my eyes from the nausea, body wasted and energy drained, I wait to crash to the bottom and rest in my rightful place with the rest of the dirt.
That's when I hear the whoosh of air and two solid arms are wrapped around me. I try to open my eyes but with my head still spinning it's impossible to see my 'saviour'.
It doesn't matter.
I already know whose smug face the arms embracing me tightly belong to. Because I can easily guess who was sat on that branch top watching in silent amusement.
Just before I black out completely I manage to confront my hero.
My head falls to his chest in preparation to becoming oblivious to the world.
"Oyasumi Sasuke... bastard..."
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"...dobe."
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I have great plans for the next chapter. But of course it all depends on what the reviewers think first.
I still can't decide whether this chapter was angsty or fluffish... Meh.
Oyasumi - Goodnight