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Yet another terrible continuation of something or another. I'm so sorry for not updating for forever! (This is to the people who actually care, of which there are very few of) But lately I've been busy, really busy. Stuff is just piling up and it sucks. Damn you world. Anyways! Please review the ickiness of my writings in hope to make me a better writer . Just a note, your attempts are trying to make me sane again probably aren't working. Not that I ever was sane to begin with .

Naruto: …Your hair's wet.

Fox: Yup! I had a shower! .

Naruto: …And how long ago was the last one?

Fox: … That has nothing to do with you –nervousness-

Sasuke: In other words, about a month or so.

Fox: What I do in my personal time is none of your concern!

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Rosemary: Thankies for reviewing! Sorry to annoy you, but I continued. It just popped into my head as I was aimlessly rolling about at the beach one night, so I walked home and wrote it. Plushie time! –Hands you a Shikamaru plushie- Hope you like him and the continuation!

She's crying again, and I don't know why…

She's crying again. She's kneeling before the same headstone that we've come to visit everyday for the past year. She looks stupid with her face all red and her eyes screwed shut. She looks stupid with her messy pink hair and the tears that are sliding down her face as loud sobs wrack her body. I simply stay silent with my hands shoved in my pockets, not even bothering an attempt to calm her or say anything that could help her. It's not as if there's anything I can do.

I don't even know why we're here.

At the most, I know that she's supposedly mourning some dead family member of hers, or a friend perhaps; I have no idea who the guy even is. Why am I here anyway? There's no need for her to drag me about the village; I can look after myself at home.

I'd rather be alone anyway.

There's just another question left unanswered. What reason does she have that permits her to show up at my doorstep everyday to badger me until well past sunset? I'm not a child. As I said: I can take care of myself.

I suppose I'm fortunate she leaves at all. I'm sure she would stay longer if it wasn't for her mother calling for her to come home every night. Thank the gods for that woman, though it's not that I'd ever want to meet her. Her daughter babbles on about her family enough, talking about friends I apparently know and things we used to do that I don't even remember. Hn, idiot.

So now I stand here like I have every other day this week, and the week before this and the one before that. I have no doubt I'll be in this same place at this same time tomorrow either. As I wait for her to finish crying for this unknown person, I sigh quietly and tilt my head back to gaze up into that annoyingly perfect blue sky. There's something about that sky that irritates me, something so familiar and close and yet so very far away. It tugs at my memory, as if I've forgotten something important. I've felt this way before, every time I see that infuriatingly blue sky or catch a glimpse of the brilliantly golden sun out of the corner of my eye.

Damn it, this is stupid.

I've waited enough now; she's been crying for longer then she usually does. I don't have time for this. I, unlike some people, have things to do. Instead of saying anything, I simply heave a loud sigh and hope she has the intelligence to understand. As I sigh, she looks up at me through bright green eyes. They're slightly bloodshot from all her crying. "Aren't you going to pray for him, Sasuke?" she pleads.
I roll my eyes, and say: "What for? I don't even know him."
She sort of stares at me for a moment, causing me to wonder exactly how she got all those certificates of intelligence she's forever showing off. "You really don't remember?" she whispers, voice hoarse.

Suddenly, she's angry. It's something she's never been before around me before. It surprises and amuses me to see that the anger is directed towards me. "Why don't you remember!" she's shouting, leaping to her feet and screaming at me. "How can you not remember him? He was…" There are tears in her eyes as she yells, welling up in the corners. "He was special," she mumbles, collapsing onto her knees, energy gone.

"He was Naruto…"

As the words pass her lips, I feel something slightly…strange. That name, I think I know it, but do I? No. If I did, I'd remember, I'm sure of it. Glancing back down at her, I sigh and know we're not going to leave for another hour at least, but now…now there are thoughts within my head that just won't go away.

She's crying again, and I don't even know why.

Forgotten memories that slip away, taunting, unwanted and painful. But you know and, yeah, I know, the longer we leave them, the more they'll hurt when we wake up to the truth…

…But then again, perhaps we can just pretend a little longer, and hope we never will…

. S i l v e r y m o m e n t s s c r e a m i n g i n m y h e a d .