Artheph's Note: Man, I might as well slice my wrists now because this is so atrociously angsty. Augh, this is what a piano competition gone wrong does to you. So, as a tip, anyone who wants to crack out some angst, go play badly at a piano competition. It'll work wonders. Anyway, back to this tiny drabble. It's really short…like less than 100 words, which is pretty new for me. Usually, I can't handle under-developed stories. And it doesn't really make sense. I tried to expand it a little, but that turned out gross so I kept it in its original form. Enjoy, yeah?
He needed her. He craved her. He wanted to feel those soothing touches, those butterfly kisses. He wanted to see that light in her eyes.
His breathing quickened, as his desires grew unbearable. Not thinking clearly, he reached out to his right, hoping to find her warmth, her curves. But there was nothing else on his bed, only empty space. He opened his eyes in panic.
She was gone; she was gone.
Naruto had killed her on accident.
He had killed Naruto on purpose.
So who would kill him?