Forty four reviews! Yay!
Some of you may not have caught on to why I hold my stories hostage form time to time. And that's cool. It doesn't really matter but I wonder how many of you have noticed that I have a pattern when writing a story.
For anyone who has been to my profile and checked out my stories. I want you to count, how many of them have over forty reviews. And how many of them have thirty or below and are still climbing.
I've noticed a pattern. And I like to think that many of the stories that I write are fairly decent quality.
But I know that I can do better.
And one day I'm going to write the most awesome story ever. And it will have over a thousand reviews.
It's nice to have a goal...
And to answer Skie89, they are and yet they aren't. They are naruto stories and if rewritten could be sold, published and so on.
okay dear.
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Uzu woke two hours later.
Just forty five minutes before the party was supposed to start. She moaned softly and stirred, and Kakashi's head snapped up from his little project as he turned his head to look at her and quickly cleared his desk off. Stuffing the papers that he had been writing on, and the box cutter that he had confiscated into his desk drawer then shut it and stood up and made his way over to his bed and sat down on the edge as Uzu's eyes fluttered open and she looked at him.
"Ka-shi?"
He smiled a little bit and reached out and put his palm against her cheek and tried not to show his puzzlement when she flinched away from his hand as she pushed herself upright and looked around. "Where?"
"Your at home. In my room. You had a little bit of a...panic attack-" He cringed a little, not sure what else to call the incident. "And sort of passed out. I brought you home and that is more or less, that." He said as she looked around, she had a dazed expression on her face. Like she was there and she was sort of aware, but not really.
"Oh... I'm sorry-" Uzu finally said as she reached up and pushed her hair back from her face and started muttering. "You must have been worried. I didn't mean- You worry-" She frowned and rubbed her forehead with her fingers as he sat there listening to her and studying her pale features.
She didn't look so good. In fact she looked like she was about to be sick.
Foreseeing trouble ahead he reached out and picked up the small waste basket he kept wedged between the bed and the small bed side table, for when he would wake up in the middle of the night because of the nightmares he had sometimes, and pressed it against her stomach. She frowned and looked down and he looked away, knowing what was going to happen next.
There was a small choking sound followed by the sound of liquid splattering the inside of the waste basket and Kakashi silently congratulated himself for being so insightful or he might have wound up needing to clean his bed sheets and floor. He sat there for several minutes as she emptied the contents of her stomach and finally after about fifteen minutes or so she seemed to have finished wretching and leaned over a little bit and put the waste basket on the bed side table as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Fell better now?"
She nodded as the haze that had settled over her mind lifted and the wheels started turning full speed again. "I'm fine now. Thanks Kashi." He stared at her for a second then nodded his head.
"Will you tell me what freaked you out so much?"
Uzu looked at him, and for a second couldn't recall what he was talking about. But everything came back to her a second later with such startling clarity. Kabuto. He was in town. He was still looking for her. If he found her...
She heard Kakashi's voice, calling out to her from a distance, but didn't really hear him until his hands made contact with her cheeks and she found herself staring up at his face, his eyes were narrowed and almost angry looking. "Look at me. See me. Hear my voice-"
"I see. I hear."
"Then why didn't you answer me?"
"I'm s-sorry. I didn't h-hear y-you-" She stuttered as she stared at him. He glared at her for a second and leaned in a fraction of an inch, eating up the small distance between them and breathed one angry word.
"Liar." He let her go and got off of the bed and walked across the room and slipped out the door slamming it behind him.
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Kakashi avoided her for the rest of the day because he was still in a foul mood. Genma had taken Gaara and Iruka over to a friends house to spend the week end. Leaving the older kids to their own vices.
The party started at seven thirty, once everything was set up. Kankuro and Genma had pulled out an old folding table and cleaned it off and set it up in the corner of the living room after moving some of the other furniture around, and had set it up as the snacks table. Kakashi was in charge of the music, and had picked some very tasteful stuff to listen too ranging from rock to alternative to rap.
He was standing up against the wall across the crowded room from Uzu, watching her talk a little bit with Neji and took a sip of the punch in his hand and made a small strangled sound. He had drank six cups of this punch so far and it never tasted any better. If anything it tasted worse.
Like rubbing alcohol and ashes.
"Hey Kashi! How are you? I haven't seen you in forever-" Genma cried just a second before he staggered into Kakashi and wrapped his arms around his older brother's neck. Kakashi jumped and grabbed the younger teen, sloshing his drink all over the front of his nice clean shirt in the process as he stared at his younger sibling who was more or less hanging around his neck like an over grown monkey.
"Gen! What the hell?"
Genma giggled and looked at Kakashi, his face flushed, his eyes glazed. Oh dear god, that bastard Kankuro spiked the punch! Kakashi sighed and made a mental note to kick Kankuro in the balls later on and tossed what was left of his drink over his shoulder and glanced across the room at Uzu, suddenly feeling very worried that Neji was trying to get her good and drunk. But she wasn't drinking the punch, she had been drinking nothing but soda out of the bottled sodas so far.
Thank god for small favors. The last thing he wanted to explain was why daddy's little girl had lost her innocence during a drunken roll in the sack. He sighed again as he felt his temples start to throb as his head started to ache. God he didn't want to deal with this right now. He was already tense and pissed, he didn't need his siblings getting shit faced and getting into mischief to add to his growing list of troubles.
"Hi Gen. Feeling good?"
"Goody, good good!" Genma chirped between giggles as he leaned into Kakashi a little more, and laying his head on his brother's shoulder. Kakashi patted the smaller teens back as two girls walked by. Genma's head snapped up and he followed the two talking girls with his eyes, his entire being focused on what could be a potential lay and Kakashi muttered a sullen oath as Genma lost the girls then started looking for a new target and made a happy sound and grabbed Kakashi's punch stained shirt and tugged on it insistently.
"Kashi! Kashi!"
"What Gen?" Kakashi asked as he reached up and carefully pried his younger brother's fingers from the fabric of his shirt before Genma could rip it off of him.
"There's an angel over there!"
Kakashi blinked and snorted in amusement. An angel. Man oh man he would kill to see something that nice. Once Genma was sober, he'd have to ask him to share whatever he was turned around and looked at him and gave him a wide mischievous grin and said in a loud parody of a whispered tone. "She's really pretty. And she has such nice boobs!" Genma broke off as he extended his arms, hands out and wiggled his fingers like he couldn't wait to touch them or something and started giggling again and Kakashi snickered and decided to see if he could see this 'angel' Genma was so fixated on and leaned down a little bit and looked inn the same direction Genma was looking and froze when all he could see was Uzu.
After he had left her alone she had cleaned up after herself and went and taken a shower and changed into the white off the shoulder button up cotton mid riff shirt and a pair of faded to white skinny jeans, her long hair had been pulled back into a loose braid and she was wearing small three inch white heels.
She looked beautiful, he wasn't denying that.
But he was still upset with her and Genma's antics were less than gentlemanly. He straitened his spine as disappointment warred with his earlier anger and without warning he punched Genma across the face. Gen barely had time to yelp before his legs buckled and he fell to the floor with a dull thud. Kakashi rubbed his fist and stepped over him and started to walk away when someone stepped into his path, stopping him.
He groaned and hung his head in defeat as his current fuck buddy stepped into view with a dark look on her face. "Hey Kashi-"
"My name is Kakashi, Sakura. Not Kashi, or Shi, or Baby. Kakashi. The only people who have the right to call me anything but my name are my family."
"Ask me if I care. I want to know why Kankuro tried to stop me from coming in earlier."
"Because I didn't want you here." Kakashi said coldly as he brushed past her. She grabbed his arm and dug in her sharp finger nails and he turned his head a little bit to glare at her over his shoulder.
"And why wouldn't you want me here?" She asked in a dangerously low voice.
"Because I don't like you."
"So I'm good enough to fuck but not to invite into your home?"
"First of all. Your not that great at sex and second of all, this is my family's home. And I don't like trash cluttering up the place." Kakashi said as he pulled his arm free of her grasp and started to move again when he felt something sharp and lethal press against his back, just above the waist of his pants as Sakura laughed. The throaty sound causing the pit to drop out of his stomach.
"Alright, if that's how you want to play. Then here is what will happen. You know Genma's little angel. Of course you do. You've been staring at the little bitch for the past two hours. Well, Kashi baby, we're going to go upstairs and have a little fun. And you're going to act happy about it because if you don't... I'll go over there and cut the little skank's tits off then I'll start working on her face and eyes. Sounds fun right?"
Kakashi started to turn his head to look at his sister, his heart pounding in his chest. Sakura slapped him, her finger nails raking the side of his face leaving little bloody welts on his skin and she hissed. "You will not look at her. You will look at me." He looked at her, his mis matched eyes glaring at her and she smiled.
"Good boy. Now kiss me."
He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek and hissed. "If you go near that girl, you'll be dead before you hit the floor."