That moment when Kitty wants to be Jon Snow's lover is whenever you see a bird. How many birds did you see today, ne? :D Yep, that's how much I love Jon Snow, and I would totally have babies with him (move over, Ygritte, I saw him first in Season One). I hope everyone liked the last chapter, and that this chapter will be better! o3o If not...well, I can't do anything about it ;w; Would you like an imaginary cupcake?
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Light 'em Up
Chapter Three
The Lightning Strike (What If This Storm Ends?)- Snow Patrol
"If that bloody Hiruzen wasn't dead, I would've strangle him with my ponytail if he thinks he can send my grandson, and my bloody heir to the throne to play the Game for Sannin! Hah! Over my dead body will I let this commense," Jiraiya howled as he got up into Iruka's face, towering over him as Iruka hunched lower into a chair with obvious tears him his eyes. Sasuke felt sorry for the poor man, really, but he didn't wish to try and save his sorry rear; not when King Uzumaki Jiraiya is angry about something. "Who in the right mind would put my grandchild into a position to go to war? Huh? Tell me!"
Iruka swallowed and cowered away as Naruto stepped between them. "Grandfather, please, this isn't Iruka-sensei's fault and he does not deserve to be yelled at," he said calmly, hoping to spread it to the angry old man. Sasuke watched as Naruto dared to push Jiraiya down into a seat. "Now, I'm sure Iruka-sensei will explain what Sannin said in his will about choosing me, isn't that right, Iruka-sensei?"
"W-well, actually...S-Sannin didn't explain why in his w-will," Iruka stuttered as he scooted his stool closer to Sasuke, since he could probably beat Jiraiya in hand-to-hand combat...it he chuged a couple of alcohols. "He only s-said the names and signed his name."
Jiraiya did his best not to pop a blood vessel as Naruto sighed. "Well, I'm out of ideas. Are you certain that I can not simply turn down the contract?"
"I'm sorry, Naruto, really," Iruka sat up and gripped his knees. "But the rules say that any contestant named by the Sannin, Kingdom or name, I suppose, can not get out of the Game unless you are killed."
"Well, that makes everything easier," Sasuke bit in sarcastically, earning a worried glance from Hiruzen's advisor.
Shaking his head, Iruka didn't get the Prince's right-hand-man. "N-no, it would have to be by a person outside of the Uzumaki Kingdom, or one of the other contestants."
"Who happens to be a woman, no older then my grandson!" Jiraiya barked. "Where did this girl come from, huh? I've never heard of her before in my life!"
"I spoke to her maiden," Iruka said carefully, looking at his feet. "She is from the Haruno family, and took over the throne after her godmother passed it through her from her father's death."
"Gaara?" Jiraiya blinked. "She's Gaara's daughter? That means Tsunade is allied with the kid. Bloody hell."
"Grandfather?" Naruto looked at him carefully, pressing a hand to his shoulder.
Inside the guesthouse for the Uzumaki, sitting in the commonroom, Sasuke watched as his adopted family discuss among themselves, staying out of the royal affairs. All that his thoughts were buzzing with now was the pastel-haired woman who stood over the dead body of the Sannin, placing the odd flower into the dead man's hands in replacement of his missing heart. The pink hair, the pale skin and the fluid movements in her walk, Sasuke's jaw clenched another time, unwilling to believe that she is a real person.
Let alone a Queen.
"She's the youngest daughter of Gaara, who was the King of the Haruno Kingdom," Jiraiya spoke softly, deep in thought. " He passed away before she was actually born, I believe. Tsunade, who is a distant relative of the Haruno family, has been taking care of the throne since his death... I honestly didn't think one of Gaara's children would actually take the throne."
Thinking the same as Sasuke's curiosity, Naruto then asked, "Wasn't the Haruno Kingdom allied with the Mad Terumi?"
"They say, but there is no proof," Jiraiya sighed. "But, if this child is Queen, this is going to be difficult." He reached over for his goblet and took a sip of his wine.
"She's not only a Queen, my Lord," Iruka spoke out of his habits. "She is Khaleesi of the Hyuuga..."
Spitting the bloody red liquid, Jiraiya's anger rose again with fire. "You mean that she's in control of the Hyuuga army!"
"Y-yes..."
"Why the fuck haven't you told me this before?" Jiraiya screamed, slamming the goblet back on the table. "Don't you know that the nomadic Hyuuga Kingdom has killed more men then women who give birth in a year?"
"I thought the Hyuuga King was unmarried," Naruto said. Sasuke watched as Iruka shook his head.
"She married Hyuuga Neji, in partnership of their armies and kingdoms," Iruka sighed as he slouched against the wall. "It was told to Sannin personally, but he didn't do anything to notify the other Kings; something about not wanting to make a 'big commotion' of it."
"Well, it's making a commotion now," Jiraiya bit out bitterly.
Sasuke looked at his best friend and met his gaze, listening to the unspoken words his Prince had to say. With that, Sasuke bit his lip and gave off a curt nod to Naruto before he stood up, alerting both Iruka and Jiraiya to look at the heir of the Uzumaki Kingdom. Grinning, Naruto placed a hand on his grandfather's shoulder and gave him an assuring look, making the King to relax a little.
"Iruka-sensei," Naruto spoke quietly, using the silence in the room as a helpful idea, "I won't direspect Hiruzen, and I will be honored to participate in the Game."
"Naru-!"
Before Jiraiya could intrupt, he went on. "My father was a King, and my mother was his Queen. They ruled the Uzumaki Kingdom with a dream that they would spread peace on every land and every drop of ocean water; they wanted their son to have his own family with peace and equality between Kingdoms, and the world for that matter. They always put others before themselves...and they passed away simply too early to try and make that dream a reality.
"As their son, and the heir of the Uzumaki throne, I will play the Game for my parents," he said finally, taking both adults into shock as they stared at him in awe. "And I will win, for my family, for my Kingdom...for the dream that my parents could not live to see, but I will make my offsprings and the world's children live on to see the beauty the world holds when it's knitted together in peace."
Looking at Jiraiya, Sasuke watched as Naruto knelt on one knee infront of his grandfather and gripped both of his hands tightly. "Grandfather, I will play the Game, as Sannin Hiruzen wished me to, and I will win the Game for Father and Mother, and for you. This is for the Uzumaki Family, and I will not lose the Sannin Throne to anyone else."
Closing his aged eyes, Jiraiya leaned forward and embraced his only grandchild. "You will die, Naruto. You're the only precious thing I have left, boy!"
"I won't die," Naruto said seriously. "I will win the Game and you will retire to a bed of wine and beautiful women, Dattebayo!"
With that, Jiraiya bursted out laughing, tears falling out of his closed eyes as he hugged his grandson tighter, refusing to let go. "You're too much like your mother, you know? I swear, Kushina would smack the back of your head if she heard you using her vocabulary. She always said she never wanted you sounding like her!"
Sasuke smirked, watching Jiraiya crying as Naruto patted his head like a parent does to a child. Of course, Sasuke wouldn't be the first choice to go to for advice on something like this; since he is Naruto's right-hand-man, his job was more about protection and physical guidance into battle or war. He was not a useful bastard for emotional support, since Sasuke usually would hit Naruto if he came up to him crying like a baby. Although, he was happy for his friend's choice and his determination to go through with it.
And, he will stand next to Naruto to win this Game.
"I hope you know...that there is an exchange for all participants in the Game," Iruka said after a long time of silence, while Jiraiya and Naruto held them up with their family cuddles and rainbows. "Every King who is in the Game, they must exchange their closest companion. Which, in Naruto's case, would be...you, Sasuke."
"What?" Sasuke shot a dark, menacing glare to Iruka. He was surprised, yes, but his tone was nothing but harsh violence and promising pain to the poor advisor.
"Wait! What do you mean we have to exchange Sasuke? How would that be part of the Game?" Naruto shrieked as he stood up and clenched his fists. "Sasuke is my right-hand-man, so he can't leave my side! He's my best friend, Iruka!"
"It's the rule, Naruto. Again, it's not something I can control, but there is a reason for this exchange to occur," Iruka put simply. "By exchanging one's closest companion with another, you will be able to see the behaviors of your enemy's life; but, it is most common that you would know one of your enemies."
"This could prove helpful," Jiraiya noted in as he rest his chin on his palm lazily. "Sasuke-teme is the most stubborn bastard in the world. If we exchange him, the Queen wouldn't be able to know anything of Naruto through him! Not even sexual advances would get Sasuke to spill something from his lips!"
"Hey! Just because Sasuke rejects anyone with breasts, doesn't mean he is that stubborn. He could have a ticklespot," Naruto poked in.
"I appreciate that both of you are willing to speak of me as if I was not present in the room," said Sasuke with a deadpanned stare at Jiraiya and Naruto, making them stiffen with a worrysome blink. "Besides, what makes us so sure that she will exchange her closet companion? Is her companion even here?"
"Actually, before I came in, I spoke with the Queen about this," Iruka smiled somewhat shyly. "The other lady, who was with her...she's actually her sister-in-law, Hyuuga Hinata."
"...Hyuuga Hinata, as in the blood-related sister of the Hyuuga King?" Jiraiya dropped his hands to his lap.
Nodding, Iruka went on. "From what Lady Hinata translated for me, is that she serves as the Queen's head advisor, her handmaiden and has been the closest friend she has had since Tsunade. So, before you try and say that the Queen is trying to sneak something from you...she's being quite honest about this whole thing." Iruka obviously felt proud of himself, as Sasuke watched. "She was very resisting of trading her sister-in-law, but Lady Hinata eventually talked her through it."
"Huh...maybe this won't be so bad after all!" Naruto grinned as he looked to Sasuke. "You get to travel outside of the Uzumaki Kingdom, Sasuke-teme! You'll probably see more stuff then me before the Valley of the End!"
"I wouldn't go that far, you dumbass," Sasuke hissed. His emotions were boiling inside him. If every single symbol inside his dream was becoming true, being exchanged to her may cause some kind of drastic death to Sasuke - or Naruto, whichever. "If I were to find out anything that may prove useful on your end, I won't be able to write anything to you when I'm across the ocean, or somewhere farther!"
"Why would this be a trouble?" Iruka asked.
"Sasuke-teme is unable to write," Naruto informed, frowning at the realization of what his friend said. It would be true, being unable to communicate at all or anything. "But...it will be useful, since she can't speak the Common Language! See, Sasuke-teme! We shall be fine!"
Sasuke simply rolled his eyes and buried his face into his hands.
Standing up, both Jiraiya and Iruka looked at Naruto briefly, nodding once before Iruka let Jiraiya pick up his wine and slaunt out of the room to leave the Prince and his companion alone. Sasuke didn't look up to hear Naruto sit on Jiraiya's chair and stare at his friend for a long moment.
"So," Naruto huffed out, "what do you think of all of this?"
Looking up, Sasuke's eyebrows furrowed tightly. "Naruto... That Queen is from my dreams."
Tilting his head to the side, Naruto was confused. "You never mentioned a woman in your dream with me."
"No, not that one," Sasuke strained as he rubbed the bridge of his fine nose. "She's...her, Naruto. She's the woman from my dreams."
Eyes widening, Naruto leaned away to slouch in his chair. "Are you speaking of the woman who you dream of when you don't foresight anything?" he gaped at him as Sasuke nodded. "Lord Sasuke-teme! I thought you told me that she was a figment of your imagination; that God himself send one of his angels to give you peace once in a while in your sleep! This should not be possible for dreams to connect."
"I know, Naruto."
"So, you mean to tell me, the angel that is tied with her left hand to yours'...is the very one who is probably plotting my death?" he whimpered out weakly, running his hand through his hair.
Sasuke finally looked at his friend with equally worried eyes. "For all I know...she has been a foresight whenever it is something unrelated to you or the Kingdom. I don't think of anything else besides the Uzumaki Family and the Uzumaki Kingdom; you know that, Naruto."
"But let's think of this," Naruto blurted. "What if you have gone into her dreams whenever you don't foresight things for the Uzumaki? What if, and bear with me...your foresight can go into someone's dream that you're suppose to be with in the future?"
"My dreams have never been so close to the actual event," Sasuke defended with narrowed eyes. "I dreamt of her this morning, and my foresights have never been so close in time. And I never recall myself going into other people's dreams; it's simply hard to believe."
"It's hard to believe that you see the future and secrets of people, but yet, here I am listening to you ramble about a lady who wants me dead!" Naruto cried out. Granted, Sasuke never actually told Naruto what happens in his dreams with the Queen. Sometimes, when Sasuke had longer time with her, he would...do things out of his whim.
Was it attraction to the future that may hold Sasuke's heart? Sasuke could not tell.
"I don't want to be away from the Kingdom," Sasuke confessed lamely, snapping Naruto out of his woes. "I don't remember where I come from, and this place has been the only one that I could call home. If I am to go to another Kingdom and promise my loyalty to another royalty...I wouldn't call myself part of the Uzumaki Kingdom any longer."
Frowning, Naruto gripped his chair's armrest tightly. "Sasuke-teme, you are part of my family. You're like a brother I could never have, and I don't care if you promise your loyalty to another Kingdom; you're still the Sasuke-teme I grew up with and I would always welcome you back with open arms."
"But you might not be alive by the time I could come back, Naruto."
"Might. Might is the magic word right there, Sasuke-teme!"
Smirking, Sasuke shook his head. "What is the world going to do with you if you win the Game, hn? You'll probably feed everyone that highly sodium noodle soup you always have the chefs prepare for dinner."
"We won't know until I win! So, let's have hope that I will get the throne, Dattebayo!" Naruto laughed out as the door was opened once again to have Iruka come in. Sasuke twisted his head to see the tall, tanned man smiling nervously, as if he just got more news for the Game. "What is it now, Iruka-sensei?"
The Sannin's advisor closed the door carefully behind him. "I have spoken to the Queen again, and she requests that she meets with you, Naruto."
"Oh, that is fine," Naruto said carefree as he and Sasuke got ready to make their way to the door, but was soon stopped by Iruka's raised hand. "Is something wrong, Iruka-sensei?"
"Rather, what I meant that she meets with you, Naruto...she wants you to come speak to her alone."
"That can not be done," Sasuke stepped in with a dark look to Iruka. "As the Prince's right-hand, it is my duty to be by his side. What if the woman plans on assassinating Naruto once you leave the room?"
"I assure you that the Queen has no objects on her body to kill anyone," Iruka sighed. "She even requested that her handmaiden left the room for the meeting. She is waiting for you right now, Naruto, and I am sure we taught you to never keep a lady waiting."
Before Sasuke could force his way back to Naruto's side, a hand patted his shoulder. He looked at Naruto with an unsure gaze, and his friend simply smiled big in return. "You wait here and rest, Sasuke-teme; I'll be back in a little while - depending on how well the Queen understands the Common Tongue."
Snorting, Sasuke watched as Naruto and Iruka left the room, leaving him alone in the commonroom to look out the window to the quiet Sannin village surrounding the castle. He just hoped that his Prince wouldn't be so stupid infront of a Queen and get himself slaughtered by the woman who plagues his dreams.
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Walking in the deserted hallway, Naruto stayed by Iruka's side as he guided the Prince to the next building by crossing over a skyarch. He peered down to the small town going on with their day, smiling a little when he saw kids run through the river of adults with wooden swords and sticks and how merchants did their best to make a cheap deal with the family that couldn't afford much. It was almost like any other day, he thought, but he knew that everyone was still saddened by Hiruzen's death; but they knew he would want them to move on.
"Here we are, Naruto," Iruka said suddenly as he stopped infront of the door that had a small balcony to the forest scenery in the background. Turning, Iruka huffed a breath as he gave Naruto an assuring nod before knocking and opening the door.
Naruto watched carefully as Iruka stuck his head inside. "Mi'lady," he said with fashion before opening the door more for Naruto to step inside. "Naruto of the Uzumaki Kingdom, Prince of the next heir to the Uzumaki throne."
It was a simply officespace with tapestry hung on three walls, and a fireplace on the last wall; the color of red and gold was the theme of the room, much as the rest of the rooms that was fitted for an honored guest such as a King.
Or, for this situation, a Queen.
Naruto heard the door close behind him, Iruka leaving the two people alone in the room; the Queen was seated at the long table, her veil removed from her head, and Naruto noticed a violet-colored diamond in the middle of her forehead, and how that her pink hair was naturally wavy and curled at the bottom. Surely, Naruto thought that she was a beautiful woman, but he recalled her handmaiden's gorgeous looks and the mystery she held in her pale eyes. He suddenly wished that the Queen didn't send her away.
Bowing his head to the seated lady, Naruto cleared his throat to speak thoroughly so she may understand. "My Lady, you have requested me?" he asked slowly.
When he raised his head, the Queen tilted her head to the side with an amused smile on her doll-like features. "If you honestly believe that I would be called a Lady infront of a contestant of the Game, then you must surely been sheltered in your childhood," she said clearly, no foreign accent was heard as Naruto's eyes widened.
"You speak Common Tongue!" he exclaimed as he clung to his chest, shock written in his eyes.
"Of course, it is my Kingdom's first language," she said with a sniff, as if he told a bad joke. "Now, since we are in equal ranks, I wish you will call me by my birth name. Sakura sounds more friendly then Lady."
"You speak Common Tongue!" he repeated in a gasp. "I thought you didn't understand our language, and your handmaiden translated for you!"
Blinking, Sakura leaned against her chair and used her foot to push out a free chair across from her, silently telling Naruto to take a seat. Once he stumbled into the wooden chair, Sakura could easily tell how nervous and scared he was by how his hands on the table was shaking the furniture. "My handmaiden...Common Tongue is not her first language, so I made her listen to people who speak Common Tongue and have her translate it back to me in Hyuuga."
"Uhm..." Naruto's face reddened as he tried to take in this new information.
Smiling bigger, Sakura tapped her chin. "Of course, no one from this land understands the Haruno Kingdom, since my father was never much of a talker, as I was told. I will not humor myself for too long about other royalty's stupidity."
Looking from his hands to Sakura, Naruto's shoulders slacked. "Why...did you ask to meet with me, My Lady?"
"Ah," she snapped. "What have I said?"
"...Sakura, forgive me," he rephrased after he swallowed nervously. "Why have you asked for me?"
Closing her eyes, Sakura had a dreamy smile on her face. "I was told that I am to exchange my closest companion with yours', since it is the rules for the Game of Sannin. Have you heard this, too, Naruto? That you will be having my handmaiden and sister-in-law, Hinata?"
Naruto nodded when Sakura opened her emerald eyes to look at him. "I figured it would be polite of me to personally meet you; to meet the man who will be having my dearest Hinata in your care...and, to simply warn you."
"Warn me?" Naruto blinked.
"Yes," Sakura drawled as she leaned her elbows one the table, being a bit closer to Naruto as she spoke clear as day, and simple as the time. "I simply warn you, that if you ever mistreat my handmaiden; if I hear any news that she has shed a tear because of your doing of something rash... I will not hesitate to spy my way into wherever the hell you are, slash your torso open, and hang you around the neck by your intestines."
Becoming pale, Naruto's breath hitched. "I-I... I would never mistreat a woman!"
"It is not that I think you will treat my Hinata poorly, believe in me, Naruto," Sakura shrugged, unlady-like. "Although, I could sense your eyes when myself and my handmaiden stepped into the throneroom."
"H-huh?"
Eyes softening, Sakura's voice was still serious. "I have seen that look before, Naruto of Uzumaki," she said, taking him aback again. "If you plan on tainting my handmaiden as if she was some whore from your Kingdom's brothel, you are dead wrong. I don't know who you are, but I will not hand over Hinata as if she was a piece of meat."
Collecting himself, Naruto bowed his head to her respectfully. "Sakura, if you truly think I would taint an angel such as Lady Hinata, I can assure you that you have my very word that I will not lay a hand upon her for any reason..."
A pregnant pause before Sakura made Naruto snap up. "Unless she returns the feeling to you openly."
"E-excuse me?"
"My handmaiden came to me after the funrel, telling me of a man of sunshine looking at her when he believed she could not tell," Sakura stated, watching with a sly smile as red tinted Naruto's cheeks. "Now, in my years of seeing this take place, I do believe that you are not the only one with the temptation to look at someone as if they came from your god. Am I mistaking?"
"I-I... No, Sakura, you are not," Naruto flustered heavily. "I step into this room, and I have been threatened by the contestant of the Game...and yet, she's telling me that her handmaiden is aware of my presence as I am for her. Is this all you have to say to me?"
"No."
Watching her intently, Naruto saw Sakura raise herself from her chair and stroll to the dresser behind her, where a vase of usual flowers in the land and a large, hand-knitted box sat on the other side. Picking it up, as if it had weight to it, Sakura carried the box back and settled herself on her chair and the object on the table. The Uzumaki Prince stared carefully as Sakura removed the knitted top to show silkened cloth covering a mound.
"You are a Prince, Uzumaki Naruto," Sakura started off carefully, "and, as it was said by the dead Sannin himself...you and I are to be fighting for his throne. I will admit that I am not fond of being pushed into a Game where I have to slaughter my opponents, but I am willing to accept that it is going to be you.
"Incase you have not heard, Naruto, my husband of the Hyuuga Kingdom was a nomadic King; he traveled lands that even your grandfather has never heard of. Once I was married to my late husband, he presented me a gift that only I, Haruno Sakura, Queen of Haruno Kingdom and Khaleesi of the nomadic Hyuuga Kingdom, could have in my possession. He gave me Bijuu eggs."
"Bijuu," Naruto inhaled. "The Tailed-Beasts that went extinct centuries ago?"
Nodding, Sakura went on. "My late husband and his men claimed that these eggs were petrified in the lava of a valcano, and he happened to have discovered it before our marriage. To him, he thought these eggs will give anyone who hold them a bountiful life and a peaceful outbringing... So, he gave them to me for claimant."
"Sakura," Naruto intrupted when their eyes met, "I am afraid that I do not understand..."
She smiled. "When I play a game, I refuse to have the upperhand in whatever possessions that I hold," she said, gently pushing the box to him. "Today, we are mere children of Kingdoms...but, when tomorrow comes, Uzumaki Naruto, I will show no mercy into winning the Sannin's Throne. By giving you this, I want it to be a reminder to you that I am just as human as you are, and that, if I win, you will be remembered as a worthy opponent."
Seeing the gesture of her head, Naruto's shaking hands gripped the silk cloth and removed it to whatever was hiding underneath. A large, oval-shaped rock sat in a bundle of packaging cloths and material; the color was a wine-red, and barely had and lumps upon its surface with an occassional wart-like bump or two. Naruto's fingers lightly touched it, and felt somekind of weird attraction to it, as if it was calling him.
"This is...a Bijuu egg," he breathed in mere awe. His head shooting up, he met the content gaze of the Queen. "Why would you give me an egg of a Bijuu? It won't do any good to me if it's petrified!"
"Do you really believe that, Naruto?" Sakura asked as she reached over, her hands ontop of his that were planted on the egg. "This is a gift, so that you know that I pray for your upcoming journey and that I have faith in you until we meet again at the Valley of the End." She gently squeezed his hands and rubbed her thumbs on his knuckles, and it instantly took Naruto back to when his mother would cradle him in her arms. "I will confess that I will show no mercy, but I will not win the Game without a fair fight. You better hold on to this, Naruto."
Looking down at the egg, tears swelled in Naruto's blue eyes as the connection between him, Sakura and the egg grew to a warm flame. His chest swelled as he shut his eyes tightly, and spoke in a cracked voice. "My exchange...my right-hand-man. His name is Sasuke, and he wishes to become something worthy to the world," he sobbed as he pressed his forehead to the back of Sakura's hand, and her free one came up and gently rubbed his head. "He is like a brother to me, despite everyone saying he's a bastard of bad luck, and he works so bloody fucking hard everyday to try and prove himself!"
The memories of Sasuke drawling about the woman in his dreams, Naruto's tears slipped as he clung to the egg tighter, feeling the soothing hum inside the egg. For the Prince of the Uzumaki Kingdom, Naruto felt like he was now speaking to who purifies his best friend's dreams. "I beg you...when he is in your care: try to make him feel that he is worthy to live. Make him the soldier he always dreamt of becoming!"
Not hearing another word from the Queen, Naruto sobbed harder as he felt her hand ontop of his head slowly cease their gentle pets. He felt her lean forward and press a soft kiss into his blonde hair, burning into his skull as she slipped her hands away from him and rose from her seat. He listened to her delicate footsteps go away from the table, and a door closing shut.
Leaving Naruto to weep with his first piece towards war, and the last unspoken words of his now-enemy.
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You have my word.
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AUTHOR'S ENDING NOTE- Because a real man can cry c: If a man cries, his wishes will be kept to heart. True story, folks. Men who cry are not sissys, otherwise you're just calling yourself a worthless piece of trash (Eric Cartman included, but he makes me laugh).
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