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SasuNaru: Not Alone"I hate all of you! Why can't you just let me live my own goddamn life?!" Sasuke screamed at his family, as he ran out of the front door, leaving a speechless family behind. He ran out in the chilly, spring night. He ran. Away from his family.
The father the better. He didn't care of where he was going, as long he didn't have to see those faces ever again. He didn't care about anything right now, actually. Nor did he care about his own life as he ran across the trafficked street. His life has become meaningless anyway, so why should he even try to protect it?
Well actually he cared about one person . One certain someone, who had the most amazing sun golden hair, and the brightest and most lovely blue eyes, and the perfect sun-kissed skin. The person there owned the most wonderful and heart-warming smile.
And right now, he had only one thing in mind:
I have to see the blonde angel- I mean Naruto!
He could see Naruto's house become bigger, as he ran closer to it.
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Just as I thought everything was over, Sasuke spoke next, something I never expected to hear.
"I found out the true reason why I live here..."
Chapter 16: Two pieces of a puzzle
"...what?" Naruto asked.
I knew I was here because I was protected by the hospital from Itachi, who was insane and out on the loose.
I knew that Itachi was the murderer of my family and was a dangerous person still out there and who might be plotting to murder me next.
But I never knew the reasons for all this. I only just assumed that everything was how it was just as it was seen visibly to my eyes.
That Itachi suddenly became insane and had become a murder.
But come to think of it, it was weird that that kind, nice, strong and reliable Itachi who loved his parents and me, all of a sudden became very violent without reason.
And those words...
Never be like me, Sasuke... Be strong... Understand?
I always used to nod at those words and said I understood what he said. But I hadn't understood anythin
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...losing the function of muscles, and finally the organs will dysfunction till his death....
...Expect mortality period to be less than 20 years...
...Note that these symptoms may not go accordingly in order...
...Probable that any sudden deaths may occur....
... Finding no cure for this symptom...
...presently, the very first example of an F1 generation of the curse was born...
...The son of Namikaze Minato and Kushina Uzumaki...
"My name is Uzumaki Naruto."
Chapter 19: The blind truth
"...I'm back, Sasuke," I manage to whisper after walking up to him.
I'm really scared of how Sasuke is going to react, but I stand tall and wait for whatever is to come.
A soft, relieved reply comes from the other and my heart lifts as if there's zero gravity acting upon it. If I didn't know what happiness felt like, I sure do now and it doesn't prevent me from my lips widening into a bright beam of smile.
I knew it! I knew Sasuke wouldn't leave me! I keep shouting inwa
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Chapter 17: Ittekimasu ~I'm off~
The beam of the sunlight penetrates through my eyelids making me squint and bring me back to consciousness from a relatively nice dream that hadn't visited me for many years now, although once I stir awake, my memories of the dream vanish without a trace.
I try to rub my eyes, but find that they are wrapped in thick bandages which remind me of what lies ahead of me today.
"Oh yeah..." I murmur under my breath.
Then I suddenly feel some movement and realise that right before me, underneath the duvet, is a presence.
I get shock to the extreme that I try to emit a scream that never comes out, but instead, replaced by only short gasping sounds.
More rustling sounds come from under the duvet and then a thick, drowsy voice comes from the lips that still seem to disapprove the movement of it.
I try to respond but it's like my heart is stuck in my throat and I can't even manage to express how shocked I am, until my heart freezes in shock for a diff
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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