Back to KonohaIt was three years after Sasuke had left Konoha and Naruto was walking through a new city he was visiting on his travels. In his hand he carried the forehead protector Sasuke was wearing the night the raven had left. He had never gone a single place without it. In a daze he walked, going where his feet took him. This was a common thing for him now. He didn't know where he was going, or why, he just needed to walk. He missed his teammate and friend. But, where Naruto was concerned, who he missed most, was his lover. As he walked, he remembered. Their first kiss. He remembered it like it was yesterday. When Shikamaru had knocked his heal to makBack to Konoha
Dark eyesMy SirenI want to cry. My heart is aching for people who aren’t with me anymore. Her voice drifts gently out into the crowd. Sitting there, trying to catch their attention with her voice. The piano accompanies her heavenly voice. It might not be heavenly to others, but to me, it is. The voice of a sorrowful human. The crowd is cheerily talking amongst themselves. But my look is upon her. Like it is, every night in this filthy cabaret.My Siren
I always go here. Sometimes, I’m happy. Other times, I’m filled with woe. But my look is always upon her, the girl who comes here every night, just like I do.
She comes to
| I'm an amateur photographer and writer hoping to get both my pictures and writing published one day.... |
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you have some fantastic BJD's!!! They're so pretty!
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your cat's Cute
As I notice you have a drawing of EA in your favorites, I simply have to ask - are you on the forum?
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I put the "cult" in "culture".
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I put the "cult" in "culture".
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I LIKES YOUR PHOTOGRAPHS. THEY HAS PRETTY.
i's gonna read your oneshot thingie now
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Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt thou the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
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