Unexpected

Okay, so I totally got some constructive criticism! . It made me happy. Sure, normal reviews are great. And flames are nice and all. But constructive criticism is way cool! . So yeah, thanks for that, who ever you are (it wasn't signed). I'll work on what you said to. And now, on with this… Um, whatever it is. Yeah.

Disclaimer is as follows: I do not own Naruto. If I did, there would be more guy-on-guy action, and it would definitely not be suitable for small children. As you can see, Naruto does not have those things in it. Therefore, I do not own it. So don't sue.

u.N.e.X.p.E.c.T.e.D.

We had never really expected it to happen like this. Had never expected it to happen at all, really. But it did, and here we are. Hanging. In a basement. How the hell had we ended up in a basement? We had been out in the open only a few hours ago. Or was it a few days ago? Weeks maybe? Or months? Bah, who am I kidding. That's not the point! The point is, we're both dangling from the ceiling, by our wrists, in a fucking basement. In her basement. It would be different if it were any one else's basement. But it was her basement. And, damnit, I can't figure out how it had happened. But boy, do I have an idea why. We both pretty much know why. But it's not like we'll ever be able to tell anyone when we make it out. If we make it out.

Why hadn't we realized what was happening before it go too out of control? Maybe, if we had noticed, we would've been able to do something about it. We had known that, as soon as she finally worked up the courage to tell the boy she liked about her feelings, she'd be shot down. And it had happened. He had shot the poor girl down, and she hadn't come out of her room for a few days. Then, when she finally came out, it seemed like she was back to normal. And we should have seen it, because we are (were?) her best friends. But we hadn't, so she'd lost it. We knew she had been having troubles at home, but we didn't think it would effect her as much as it actually had. And when she had finally broken, we had taken all the blame unto themselves. Because we were her friends. We should have known.

I suppose it had started long before either of us had even met her. Right when her father first started criticizing her. Telling her she'd never be as good as her sister. Maybe that was when she first started losing it. We can't be sure. We hadn't known her then, but we can't help but think that if we had known her, we could have saved her. We don't care about anyone else, not even ourselves. Just her. We just want our adorable little, mouse-like friend back. But she won't ever come back. She just can't.

I suppose it could have been her cousin's fault, too. He was always making fun of her. Hating her because she was from the main branch. Looking down on her because she was weaker than him. Loathing her for both reasons combined. But he's always loved her, in his own way. His own, sick, sadistic way. Maybe some of his sadist nature had rubbed off on her? No, that couldn't be the reason. …Well, maybe it was. I don't know anymore. Maybe if I had told her that I had feelings for her, even though they had passed eventually, maybe it would have stopped her from breaking. Or at least delayed the breaking for a while.

And hey, why isn't my companion moving? Wait, is he even breathing? Hey, hey wake up! Don't you go to sleep on me, I can't be left alone! Hey, hey are you even listening to me! Wake up! Hey, don't! No, stop, wait! No… Don't go to sleep, I hate being alone… Why do you always ignore me? I need you, please wake up…

No. NO! He's not d-de… He's just asleep. Just asleep. And that's why the flies are beginning to swarm… No, no just sleeping. Juuuuust sleeping. And he's not waking up, he's not. And now there's footsteps. And they're coming down the stairs and hey WAKE UP! Please wake up, I don't want to die in here! Not like this! Not alone! Please, just wake up!

And she's down here, but what's she doing? Opening something. What's she opening, anyway? Why do I even care? I'm going to die anyway, and I just want him to wake up so I won't be alone… And now there's more footsteps, and the door's closing. And she's saying goodnight, and I know I'm crying. I'm bleeding everywhere, too, but that's the least of my problems right now, because that was carbon monoxide she opened up in here, and I'm going to die! But I suppose it's fitting, even though it's not, not really. She died on the inside. We shouldn't have to die completely! And definitely not like this, oh please someone help us!

U.n.E.x.P.e.C.t.E.d.

They were found the next day. She had left, and her cousin had decided to investigate her home. And had found them, dead. Suffocated. Still bleeding. Apparently they hadn't been dead long. And they both looked so disgusting. And he was vomiting, and he called for help, and a few ANBU officers were sent, but they called for more. And no one could figure out why she did it, but no one wanted to know either. Hey, they had finally figured out who had killed their little ball of sunshine. And who had killed the others that had died. And were the others that had gone missing were. And why had she left? To let them clean up the mess. To terrorize another country, but come back after a while and finish the job. And they knew, but there was nothing they could do about it. After all, her cousin reasoned, they had brought it upon themselves. And it would seem he was right. He was always right. And they had broken their tiny little flower. Their little mouse. She was gone. Forever.

It's too bad, her cousin thinks, that she left. He very much would've liked to join her.

u.N.e.X.p.E.c.T.e.D.

Okay, so yeah. I hope you figured out who it was. If you haven't, drop me a review and I'll tell you. And I plan on continuing this, giving you more information and stuff. So yeah. And I'm working on Now I Know, but I'm sort of stuck. I'll take suggestions! I'm not sure how long I want that story to be, but… I don't know, I guess just give me an idea of how long you want it to be, and I'll go from there! .

So, review! It feeds my highly under-fed ego. And maybe if you review, I'll put out less disturbing stories.

-Maryssah, Maiden of Pulchritude