OKAY! So I lied in that second drabble thingy I did not continue Everytime, and I doubt I will until next year (might be another lie). That still depends on if I remain friends with Kayoria-san and if I find a good present for her relating to her obsession over SasuNaru. If I fail to buy something "yummy" to her then I'll write another SasuNaru yaoi fanfic. Yes. Yaoi. Kitoga if you are reading this then I'm sorry. To the fangirls. I'm sorry also.
I'm very frightened cuz I think K-san's crazy fangirl-ness is rubbing onto me. I dread to think of what will happen if I continued writing these. TmT LEAVE ME ALONE!
Okay, now that every single person who read Everytime, read my confession and think that I'm such an insincere hypocrite, lemme make your lives suffer more by wrting this dumb drabble. I swear to god if you actually thought the ending to Everytime was sad, don't read this. I'M TELLING YOU DON'T READ THIS!
Gaara: It's not that sad, I found it rather boring… and stupid.
TB: SHUT UP! You don't even edit my stories anymore --.
Gaara: But if your name is I-hate-yaoi THEN DON'T READ THIS.
TB: I agree.
I DON'T HAVE A TITLE-A Prologue (Gaara: that's such a lie) to Everytime
The warm summer breeze floated over the small village of Konoha. Dusk was fading into night as two boys were resting on a lone building where no one would see or hear them. They're existence was temporarily concealed for that afternoon.
They lay next to each other; the taller one with black hair had his arms around the blond boy.
'How much do you love me?' asked the boy with blue eyes.
The raven-haired boy smiled and thought carefully. He didn't actually know how much. All he knew was that whenever he saw the other boy, his heart would flip softly and beat faster and harder. Yet he felt at peace when they were together. It felt like the world had become nothing and all that was important was to be next to each other.
'I don't love you.' he smirked.
The other boy's eyes widened in shock briefly but the surprise receded almost immediately.
'I can't explain the way I…feel for you.' the boy with raven hair said as he ruffled the blond boy's hair.
The blond boy smiled lightly. He felt weird lying in the other boy's arms. But it was settling somehow. He had asked himself thousands of times why he felt so strongly for this other being. Heck, this was a guy. He felt scared being GAY.
'Then, how did you know you were…erm… gay?' he asked.
The boy with black hair winced slightly.
'Ever since I met you of course.'
The blond boy sighed slightly; he kind of expected that kind of answer. He didn't know when either. Well, to be honest with his own conscience, he clearly recollected his first experience with an anal thermometer, but that wasn't something he wanted to bring up.
The sun was beginning to set as the final rays of light floated over the two. An overwhelming feeling came over the blond boy. He turned slightly and wrapped his arms around the older boy.
Taken by surprise, the older boy was frozen for about a second but wrapped his arms around the other boy.
'Are you scared?'
The blond boy had faced sea monsters, insomniac people with bad tempers, dirty old men and scary-post-plastic-surgery old women, yet this sense of fear rose into every tip of him. He had felt this way before yet this time it seemed to resound off louder. It was the feeling that most foreshadowed the day before a relative died.
'No…I'm just…'
The older boy with black hair could feel the fear seep into his own body. He didn't want to let go of the blond boy. If he could, he would freeze time at this specific moment and keep the boy in his arms forever. If he could, he would cause a catastrophic accident such as the eruption of a volcano to bury them together. He wanted to die this way. Yet his prayers were never answered. The clocks continued to tick. Time was not frozen. Nor was there an explosion or the hijack of a plane.
He gripped the blond boy harder for soon, very soon, the sun would set and this day would end. So would many things. He knew deep in his heart that once he let go, everything, and everything he cared for would change.
TB: I'm sorry.
Gaara: Yes she is. She is sorry to all those people she ticked off with that ending for Everytime and now she's making your lives more miserable to make her feel better.
TB: I'm not a sadist like you Gaara.
Gaara: Yes you are, you worship me everyday man.
TB: Don't flatter yourself. Anyways, this was a drabble and I will FOR SURE NOT CONTINUE THIS. At least, I hope so. (prays like a madman)
Gaara: (takes out kunai) I'm make sure of that.
TB: O.O SEE ITS NOT MY FAULT OKAY!
Gaara: Anyways, go away, go read some happy fanfic with major yaoi/shounen-ai in it and be happy for the rest of your life.
TB: Yes. And by the way…If four gay men were robbed of clothing and left with an empty water bottle and had to cross a river…How would they cross without getting their dignities eaten by piranhas?
Gaara: How would I know, I'm not gay.
TB: Sure…