wow...you guys-- you're SOOO nice to me!
I've(for three more days anyway) kind of coordinated my sleeping patterns with most of yours, so I just woke up at 3 a.m...
hehe.
What can I say? I'm obsessed.
Dualism: for me it's the best present ever to wake up to SEVENTEEN review alerts...and no, I have no idea how bad this blood play must be for Naruto...but who cares? As long as Gaara's insane and Naruto loves it...heh.
Naruu: I didn't take offense, just stating it. I've had a problem with cutting for a while, but I don't think it's anything to be ashamed of, even if most people say so – I think, as long as you make sure you're not cutting too deep or shit, you know, it's all right. And don't you dare send me a lecture! I tell things on here that I wouldn't tell my closest friends (°wonders briefly° which are? just joking...)...hehe.
Randomness: Lordiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! "Who's Your Daddy?"
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Whore Street
Sasuke peered up at the thunderous grey sky. The rain wasn't falling yet, but he was sure it was going to be there soon. God, why couldn't mornings just be...sunny? Like by default?
He smoked his cig slowly in the silence beneath the awning. Shikamaru was in his awake/trance state, but otherwise everyone was still asleep. Ino and Tenten were sleeping around a shaky pile of Sasuke's black cards – somehow they always got a hold of them after work --, and Kiba's shaggy head was peeking out of the blanket that he shared with Shino, the other kid's hair just barely visible.
Sasuke just couldn't...fathom it. All this new shit. Naruto...and eyeliner-man.
Of course it hurt. But when he pushed the pain away, he found...what?
He wasn't sure what it was, this unbelievably neutral feeling, didn't know what to call it. But it was something that didn't protest when images of the two passed through his mind, didn't whisper painful things like his jealousy did.
He was pretty sure he could come to like it.
Sasuke sighed. Weird days... nights...times.
He stood, stubbing out his cigarette and readying another one to light it. Once he did so, he walked up the Street, toward where the ramen place's sign glowed neon into the thick stormy air. He ordered a bowl of ramen for himself, glancing over at the bus stop. There seemed to be a commotion there, all the whores still in their... imaginative... work outfits. They were standing in a crowd, gesticulating and speaking agitatedly, though Sasuke was too far away to hear what they were saying.
He turned to the friendly ramen man, who was just finishing heaping his bowl with ramen. "Do you know what happened? With the S&M people?"
The man shrugged. "No idea. A few came over and asked me whether I had seen their youngest – you know, the blonde? Blue eyes? -- around. Seems he was missing."
The whole thing sounded unsettlingly familiar.
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WOW. PLOT!short, but plot. Sasuke can only be short with me, I get annoyed with his moping.
Any guesses as to the 'unbelievably neutral feeling'?
review. It's early morning. review!
