omg i dun no if this haz anyting 2 do w/ naurto at all, but i thout i shud post it her, 'cuz i had a bad nitemare tat my famly wuz klled by a psyko so i wuz jus liek sauske an i wan evry1 2 no! no flams plz r&r kthanzbye!!!!!!!!!
My Nightmare
One day Sasuke was at his computer. He was bored, so he looked up "ninjas" on Google. He clicked on the first link and saw a well-drawn Japanese fanart of his two teachers, Kakashi and Iruka, getting it on. He stared for a while until his brain caught up to his eyes. Then he saved the link. No sense in wasting good drawing.
The next link, however, took him to the Naruto section at fanfiction.net. There were a lot of stories there. A lot of bad stories. He read about his secret lust for Naruto (and Naruto's for him), the oh-so-tragical romance of Hinata and Gaara, and some rather... strange humor. The kicker was, however, when he read a story that speculated that he and Kakashi-sensei had had sex in the fifth episode of the show.
Sasuke closed the browser window, tears fogging his vision. Who were these people? What had he done, to deserve being done up the ass at twelve years old by his teacher without lube? Why were they picking on him? He ran downstairs to find Itachi, who was sitting on the couch staring at the TV, which was off.
"Weasel-niichan (that means "Ohio" for all you American wannabees)," he cried, "the fangrrls are making fun of me again! Can't they understand the true pain of my existance, that I have to sit there day after day and--"
"Shut up," Itachi said. "Watch and learn, foolish little brother. Each new fic will increase your hatred, until you flip out and kill them all. This is my ultimate goal in mercilessly slaughtering our entire family: to provide you with an angsty past."
"But Itachi, you're fangrrl bait too!"
"It's not easy being evil." Itachi stood from the couch and turned to Sasuke. "Now, foolish little brother, it seems you've missed something important."
Sasuke froze, little trickles of sweat trailing down his back. "What?"
"If I slaughtered our clan, why am I here?"
Sasuke thought for a minute. His mouth dropped open. "No."
"Oh, yes, little brother. You and I are currently in an ItaSasu fanfic. Now, bend over and enjoy the ride."
"Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuugh!" Sasuke screamed, bolting upright on the bed. He glanced around frantically, trying to ascertain his surroundings. Good, those were his usual curtains, his usual walls. He was in his usual bed. Itachi wasn't here. Beside him, someone shifted.
"It's just a dream," Lee mumbled, turning over. "Go back to sleep, Koneko."
Sasuke stared at him for a long, tense moment. Then he woke up again.
teh endzors
no flams plz thees r my tru fellings! so ill cri if som1 criticizes meh! omg the 3rd hates meh! im so sad!
My Nightmare
One day Sasuke was at his computer. He was bored, so he looked up "ninjas" on Google. He clicked on the first link and saw a well-drawn Japanese fanart of his two teachers, Kakashi and Iruka, getting it on. He stared for a while until his brain caught up to his eyes. Then he saved the link. No sense in wasting good drawing.
The next link, however, took him to the Naruto section at fanfiction.net. There were a lot of stories there. A lot of bad stories. He read about his secret lust for Naruto (and Naruto's for him), the oh-so-tragical romance of Hinata and Gaara, and some rather... strange humor. The kicker was, however, when he read a story that speculated that he and Kakashi-sensei had had sex in the fifth episode of the show.
Sasuke closed the browser window, tears fogging his vision. Who were these people? What had he done, to deserve being done up the ass at twelve years old by his teacher without lube? Why were they picking on him? He ran downstairs to find Itachi, who was sitting on the couch staring at the TV, which was off.
"Weasel-niichan (that means "Ohio" for all you American wannabees)," he cried, "the fangrrls are making fun of me again! Can't they understand the true pain of my existance, that I have to sit there day after day and--"
"Shut up," Itachi said. "Watch and learn, foolish little brother. Each new fic will increase your hatred, until you flip out and kill them all. This is my ultimate goal in mercilessly slaughtering our entire family: to provide you with an angsty past."
"But Itachi, you're fangrrl bait too!"
"It's not easy being evil." Itachi stood from the couch and turned to Sasuke. "Now, foolish little brother, it seems you've missed something important."
Sasuke froze, little trickles of sweat trailing down his back. "What?"
"If I slaughtered our clan, why am I here?"
Sasuke thought for a minute. His mouth dropped open. "No."
"Oh, yes, little brother. You and I are currently in an ItaSasu fanfic. Now, bend over and enjoy the ride."
"Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuugh!" Sasuke screamed, bolting upright on the bed. He glanced around frantically, trying to ascertain his surroundings. Good, those were his usual curtains, his usual walls. He was in his usual bed. Itachi wasn't here. Beside him, someone shifted.
"It's just a dream," Lee mumbled, turning over. "Go back to sleep, Koneko."
Sasuke stared at him for a long, tense moment. Then he woke up again.
teh endzors
no flams plz thees r my tru fellings! so ill cri if som1 criticizes meh! omg the 3rd hates meh! im so sad!