Orange Day
A day of reminiscence
A lone tear fell from the loud void. It was part of a web of noise. Horrible noise. But you couldn't hear the tear quite drop. The other cries were too loud and strong. The gasps rang out like a broken record, in repetition. Over and over, because Hell is repetitive. They played in unison, in an unknown concert, although each person was speaking at once. There was no order to this play, either. But then there was order. The red ink covered your eyes and mouth, as well as the ground around you, after you heard an infant cry, and a mother scream. A cat yelps, and then silent again in frightened respect.
But then it is quiet. Almost quiet...Close by there is trembling and sweating. This tear wasn't really alone. There is quiet sobbing. An alien ringing runs through his ears. The cries were taken by surprise, and swallowed up by a child's angry fear. For that child, it would have felt better to cry with your parents, though you were crying for them. He held them in his blood-crusted arms. Their limp bodies were slashed and torn. They were already cold. They weren't alive; he couldn't even hold them. He kicked them aside; he didn't want to see their torn skulls and tissue. He put a hand on his own head, afraid he too would become like this, if he didn't hold it.
I should have helped. Bu I didn't. I am weak. I can't kill, I can't hate, and I am weak...
The little boy punched angrily at the ground. But then nausea took him. He awoke with the smell of blood that was left from the night before. He is soaked in it, and he feels sticky. His arms are still here, but his legs weren't. Wait, your legs are still here, they aren't yours though, they shouldn't belong to you. You are still alive, but your clan isn't. The monster yawns, smiles, and closes his red eyes that blare back at you. He starts to leave, and laughs. But only after he wipes his red hands on your wall scroll.
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For some reason, after he left the restaurant, he remembered things he didn't want to remember. It wasn't fair. Sasuke had spent his whole life trying to cover up his dead parents. And although he swore he would never forgive the killer, he wanted to forget that night. But Sasuke simply couldn't. It was as if he wasn't allowed to forget. Someone had internally cursed him for running away.
Sasuke walked along the cobblestone path, through the woods. It was the general way to his house. But he wasn't going home, of course. It was too early for that. And for once, he didn't feel like training, even though he should be training right now. He would go to the park, the blond girl would be there, or so he hoped. He needed a stress reliever, and she had helped him yesterday. Sasuke didn't really remember much of the night.
"Hahahaha! Hehehehe! Ahahaha!"
Sasuke looked back, and he saw a little boy around the age of five following him. Sasuke frowned, his nose wrinkled.
"Hahaha! Stupid! Ahahaha! Your pants!"
Sasuke looked down. He hadn't pulled his pants up. Wait, what?
"Shit"
Sasuke blushed, pulled his pants up, and took a different route through the forest.
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It was pretty, sunny day. The soft breeze sent ripples through the pastel grass of Konoha. It wasn't too hot, it wasn't too cold. Either way, the wind was equally revitalizing. You could hear a distant bark in the background music of the rustling leaves, which made the day seem like an old painting. It was quiet, and a little dreamlike. It was a great day to rest in the park. Naruto and a group of three other boys gathered around him. They listened to his careful instructions.
"See, you want the body to be thin, but not too thin, like anorexic thin, got it? The height is important, you can't have her short, and you need tall. Think about the body of a women in your head", said Naruto with a smile, " and do this"
Naruto showed then a series of short, but complicated hand seals. Then he repeated them over and over again. Everyone stood up, and repeated after him in happy silence.
"Then repeat after me, "Sexy no Jutsu!"
-poof-
-poof-
-poof-
A group of women stood around Naruto. One had short black hair, with a large turtleneck covering a portion of the girl's delicate face. She had a pair of feminine black moon shades covering her brown eyes. It was a shame that she wore long, baggy shorts, she looked incredibly lean. Her arms were poised outwards, in a defensive pose.
Another had its hair in a short brown/blackish ponytail, extending outward to the blue sky. This one wasn't done as well as the first: the face had sunken bored eyes, the clothes were dirty, like something a man would wear, and the legs weren't shaven. The body held some muscle, instead of gentle curves. The mouth was not in a cute smile, but a pouty frown, and the arms were crossed against the chest, making her look angry.
The third was the absolute worst: The legs were short, and chubby. The face was pudgy and round, plus the cloths were too light around the sickening enormous body. At least the eyes had thick eyelashes, and were...purple. The hair was long, and an ugly brown color.
Naruto had a lot of work to do.
"Okay, okay, change back into regular form!"
Naruto put his hands over his eyes in disgust.
"Okay, this how you do it, watch closely, but not too closely... Sexy no Jutsu!"
-poof-
Just at that second, Sasuke walked along the path and into the meadows where Naruto was practicing, to see a heavy fog around three Ninja students. This caught Sasuke's attention, so he quietly snuck up and watched what was going on.
"There, that's how you do it!"
The three boys clapped, and smiled.
Sasuke saw his blond women. She obviously had long, blond hair pulled into two pigtails. She was in great shape, her body was perfect. She had gorgeous blue eyes that would make even the Hokage melt. Her cloths had grown tight, but looked good on her thin body. Her hands were on her hips, a classic, and cute pose. She smiled at the boys.
-poof-
Sasuke melted, for his perfect blong girl had changed back into...Naruto?
"What the fuck?" Sasuke felt like he never could get anything, because he was cursed, he had run away.
Sasuke grew angry, and ran up to Naruto, grabbed him by the shirt, and glared into those frightened blue eyes. Those eyes as blue as the calm sky above.
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