Hope you in joy. The lyrics to Into The Night I do not own or wrote them, I just using them not owning them. Don't own Naruto either.
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"Catching my eye"
Chapter one:
Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell,
it was love from above, that could save me from hell,
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Street became dark as the sun fell. It was silent as the street grew bare. There were hardly any lights coming out the windows of the apartment buildings and houses. The street lights flickered almost about to burn out.
It was late at night hardly anyone should be up at this time. A man stumbling to walk down the sidewalk in a straight line. He held a glass in his hand, drinking it every time he leaned against a wall to keep his balance.
He was washing everything way that was bothering him in life. He was fed up with life and especially people in it. Walking crookedly down the street and was almost done with his glass of alcohol. Losing his balanced a little he leaned his side on the wall, stopping there.
His breaths were dragging out in puffs. His greenish-bluish eyes looked up into the sky and then back at the ground straight ahead. He raised the glass up to his mouth, closing his eyes as he finished the alcohol. He looked at the glass, disgusted of how it was gone and didn't even help. He threw it into the street, breaking the glass into tiny pieces shattered on the road.
He grew a little angry and ran up kicking a trash can into the road. He was tired, frustrated, and angry. He stopped his angry fest after kicking a few more trashcans in the street. Shouting out as he kicked the last one into the street. He backed up and into the wall, taking heavy breaths. He leaned there looking up at the sky and then at the road.
Then hearing soft and gentle footsteps on the sidewalk across the street. He looked up a little more to see who else would be out so late at night. His greenish-bluish eyes grew wide as he took in her appearance. She was just walking her, her head resting on a few books she was carrying on her chest, her arms across the books holding them tight. She wore a shin long reddish-orange bushy skirt with a simple plan white shirt on. She was looking insecure, a little frighten for who knows what. Her straight indigo long hair was shielding some of her face. Her white eyes were only looking at the path ahead of her.
The man was interested in her, he studied her as she walked down the sidewalk. When she was all most out of sight the man crossed the street and walked in the same direction as the girl to follow her. She seemed to be to pure, to innocent, to angel like for her to be so sad and out so late at night, to walk in his sight. He thought it was some sort of sign for him to see her, to give him interested when he was about to blow his life. He couldn't let this pass by as nothing so he followed her in the same path she took.
She didn't realize she was being followed or know there was anyone there as she walked along the sidewalk. When she reached her run down, old, little house she went inside placing her books down. She was unaware of a man with greenish-bluish eyes with blood red hair wearing a brown collared shirt with black pants and a leather jacket over his shirt, was staring outside one of her windows.
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