Eyeshield 21 moments

Deimon's Battle cry before every match.
















Yukimitsu Manabu.
Signals to Hiruma when he wanted to play.














Pre-death march.

His team mates learned of his identity.

Christmas Bowl.

Match with Teikoku Gakuen.

Declaration to his Rival Senjurou Shin.

After Graduation.

Boringly Average.

That's what my whole existence is.

I'm already at my last year of high school.

Figured.

All I could ever bother about are the endless exams and preparations for college.

Not that I ever wanted to.

I don't.

But a girl like me, what am I supposed to do after graduation?

An option is to work my ass off - hell yeah. Yeah right.

Another one is live like a parasite - if you knew my parents, it's probably not a good idea.

Suicide is one thing - who would? And why would I?

Boredom?

My only option, of course, would be college.

Unless I found someone to marry me.

Preferably someone rich, but any man can honestly do.

As long as I don't have to work.

I'm one lazy ass, as you'd probably noticed.

So then on, one day, I was walking to school like any other day.

Minding my own business, thinking about these stuff when I almost died.

That's right, I almost died when some moron was walking like a drunk asshole in the road.

What's that got to do with me?

Well, the moron nearly collided with the ongoing car that was obviously driven by another drunk bastard.

How did I almost die by saving the bastard?

I was on the other side of the road and the only way to save the bastard was to push him, so the car ended up nearly hitting me, who was just trying to help.

The end product?

I got an arm injury ending up in some cast.

Great.

"Uh, Miss braids!"

I heard someone call.

I turned around. It was the drunk asshole bastard.

I waited for him to catch up.

He's wearing a suit. He looks about mid-twenties.

If not for my earlier prejudice against him I would have found him good-looking.

But right now, I'm pissed.

Well?

He was catching his breath.

Taking his time.

I'm freaking pissed.

"I want to apologize to what happened earlier and of course to offer you my thanks."

"No problem."

I turned to leave before I give this guy a piece of my mind.

"Huh?"

"I said, it's no problem. Any sane person would've done the same thing. You don't have to offer any thanks. I appreciate the thought anyway."

I was really really pissed. One more push and he's gonna get it -

"A-are you sure, that's i--?"

"Look. I'm trying to be nice here so bear with me. No, listen. First, next time, go to work with your hangover washed out I don't freaking care about your stupid problems. Second, when somebody says it's 'all right and I appreciate the thought', it might be a little better to leave that person be, since that person might be feeling a little murderous about something - like being bothered for instance. No, maybe I'm pissed because you are acting like a flirt and flirts make me want to hurl, then die on some freaking corner. I'm not saying that all people are like that but please -- what are you laughing at?"

He was obviously suppressing his laughter.

"I… haha… sorry… haha… it's just… t-that… haha…"

It took a while before he could actually talk straight.

"I'll really treat you as a token of my appreciation. Come on."

I realized I wasn't that pissed anymore since I probably released all that anger through that monologue, and so, agreed to his proposal.

He wasn't such an ass as I thought he would be.

For someone like me, he was very considerate.

Apparently, he got tangled into a staff night out.

Honestly, adults should be more responsible with their life.

Look at me, I'm talking about that.

He treated me to ramen in some shop downtown, it was convenient for me since I lived a couple of blocks from here.

"What do you do anyway?"

"I work for my father."

"As what?"

"Let's just say, I do paperwork all the time."

"Boring."

"You, what do you plan to do after graduation? College?"

"My parents want to."

But in reality I don't know what to do.

No. I already know what to do.

I'm just embarrassed to admit it out loud.

"But what do you want?"

Is he seriously asking that?

"It's a secret."

The next time I saw him again, my arm was already healed.

I was going home with a scowl, pouting mentally and silently cursing my homeroom adviser.

She didn't have to rub it in.

I don't mean to brag or anything, but my grades were really far from average.

It wasn't an understatement to say that because I'm currently ranked third from the whole year.

It's just that I don't really care about my grades THAT much.

I mean, I study for exams because I've got nothing to do.

In fact, I've done nothing but study on my free times because I was so freaking bored.

So now, here I was walking home with an armload of college application forms and brochures, like hell do I need these things.

Maybe I'll let my parents choose.

Maybe I'll just be a parasite.

Maybe I'll go on and apply for some lame job that doesn't need a college diploma.

Or maybe I'll take suicide.

"Miss braid?"

It was the drunk asshole.

Maybe I should start calling him by some other name, you know, more decent than what I was secretly calling him.

He treated me to ramen in that same shop.

Since I was the one looking so sulky, he listened to my complaints.

"You are one bored little fellow."

Little?

"So?"

"Have you ever thought about what you really wanted?"

Yes. I'm really just embarrassed to admit what it is out loud.

"How about you, is what you're doing the thing you really want?"

I decided to divert the whole attention from me.

I never realized it could work, dramatically.

He was silent.

It was the gravest moment in my life, waiting for his answer.

"Maybe I took a wrong turn somewhere because what I am having was something I didn't think I could ever want."

"That's stupid."

He looked at me, surprised at my remark.

"I mean, if you took a wrong turn, what's there to be hesitant about? You're still young aren't you? How is it that it's too late? Work hard to make it happen, things won't proceed with you just thinking where in the world did you make that wrong turn. That's just plain moronic."

I took my time drinking from my ramen bowl when I realized what I just did.

"You never fails to surprise me."

"I never intended to."

"Are you sure you don't really want to tell me what you want?"

"Are you for real?"

He became a frequent stranger who came into my life.

As time goes by, with all the talks between bowls of ramen.

We talk about life, our views and thoughts about certain things.

Most of the time, he just listens.

He seems mesmerized with the words coming out of my mouth like it was some sort of wisdom.

I'm just stating facts though.

And as the time progressed, we, the nameless strangers, I mean, I, probably did the most sinful thing that could break this current relationship.

I fell in love. Hard.

Being the impatient being that I was, I confessed to him.

He was apparently surprised.

"Why?"

"What a stupid question."

I was being myself as always. My sarcastic and uncaring-to-what-other-people-thinks self.

He was quiet and I noticed his uneasiness.

It's over.

I felt a pang of deep regret to what I just did.

When it seems that he wasn't answering, I decided to stop his agony.

"I'm sorry. I seemed to have caused you some disturbance."

I stood up and tried to smile at him,

"Goodbye, it's been nice seeing you. Thank you."

I never even looked back, at least I didn't want him to see I had a heart.

And that I was crying my eyes out for some drunk asshole who I never even asked the name.

When I told my parents what I really wanted to do, they weren't the slightest surprised.

No. I was actually.

"We knew."

Really?

"You were never happy when receiving awards for your good standing in class."

Figures. They really are my parents.

I told them I'd work. Until such time that my 'requirement' would appear from nowhere.

At least, I'm still hoping I'd meet the asshole but to no avail.

I still eat at the ramen stand though.

But on times I knew he wouldn't go there.

Even if I had to cut classes.

Graduation came.

Goodbyes.

Tears.

Freedom.

And my ever heartbroken homeroom adviser crying her eyes out at me while looking disappointedly upon a handful of scholarship offerings I blatantly turned down without even opening my ears to what they had to say.

"You. I gave you those opportunities and you just threw them away? Do you have any idea how much trouble I had to go through?"

"Who told you to, stupid?"

I turned around when I realized who talked.

"I already quit my job. Er, just now in fact."

"What are you going to do now?"

He was a teacher from my school.

"I'll study medicine. Be a doctor. You? What is it that you really want?"

I went over. Kissed him on his lips.

How unfair was it that people never seemed to be surprise at the things I do?

"Then? What is it?"

"Marry me."

I secretly triumphed at his reaction.

He was obviously surprised.

"You're really sneaky, you know that?"

And in a much lower voice he whispered before giving me another kiss,

"I love you too."

Notes:

Somewhat like a draft.

Feels like I wanted to post it here.

Feel free to leave comments, suggestions, criticisms.

Primera sketch.

- initially uploaded for profile avatar purposes.

Ride

intervals between kisses

huge gaps of milliseconds

another deep breath

before I had the chance to look away.

the wind blows

hairs rippling, ocean waves

face blurred, distorted views

one little thing I enjoy about rides.

I enjoy the warm sun,

a slight patter of rain

the smog coated air

if sensations could last a lifetime

I'd rather feel this

than a heavy weight

somewhere in my heart.

Definition

Poems --

are when I could speak

where my emotions

run wild

with words i couldn't say

out loud.

Poems --

are the interpretations

of my smile

of my silence

my tears

and my stares of longing,

the unrequited love

often felt.

Poems --

is the world

I could exist.

where there were no barriers

and nothing who

would ever tell

anything

I already knew.

Things

Little ones.

Irrelevant.

Entanglements.

Soon would probably dis-

Appear.

Nobody knew.

Daniel-kun.

'Thank you'

Rusting about.

Understanding.

Trusting.

Hating.

Lies and truth,

The other way around.

Selfishness

I am Selfish
I didn't even know what was mine.
Once I tagged you
I'll forever hope you'll be "it"

When you'll slip out
of my fingers
out of reach.
My arm would find a way
to tap you back,
even if you don't return.
My severed hand
will forever haunt
that broad of a back.

Once I loved you,
even if you don't love me back.
Just allow me to bind you,
to cut off your wings,
and forever will your
tongue exist -
whispering seductively -
in my ear.

I am Selfish.
I know.
I hoped
that you are too.

About YOU

I try to string

pieces of a puzzle

to somehow create

one being - you.

This might've

been the poem

about you.

You, who I feel

somewhat near,

somewhat far,

somewhat somewhere

in between.

You, who I view

standing at the middle

of the pedestrian lane.

You are confusion

solidified with a soul.

Skid marks in circles,

a heavy dose of

combusted gasoline.

You who I view

with expressive eyes

and stares that could pierce.

And when we've talked

of things,

of likes and dislikes.

warm hands

and the ignition of

something else.

Somewhere in a distance

I heard,

engine running and

screeching tires.

Poem about HIM

When it started,

was when you came.

Casual jeans.

with no name for fame.

A little space

allotted none for you.

Yet in my universe

You were the only star.

Music was for my ears

infatuated with

six-strings freak.

Lost not your voice

even if the window cracks.

it sends shivers

down to my core.

Who are you,

whose pheromones

I can hate.

my thoughts flood of your

forgetful face.

like iron to steel,

my Introvert phase

like Magnet you pull

the tidal waves.

Silent Room.

It's dark

when I entered.

The first thing I noticed

was the warmth of your gaze

- something I hope I did not imagine.

I sat down,

the warmth penetrating my skin.

We were miles apart,

we never spoke,

it was an agreement

- something I wish

existed in real life.

I lie waiting

time speeds up fast

if I could bathe in your proximity

if I could smile at your departing back

if I could reach out to you

- even without your touch

I'd give up

the things I'm accustomed to have.

As I lie there waiting,

afraid that time would blow the whistle,

jolt me back into the word

where we don't co-exist.

You are my caffeine

A drowsy moment

Two cups of coffee

and a bar of chocolate.

That instance when

we've shared a hearty meal.

I snapped awake

turned my head

in sudden instinct.

You happened to pass by.

You are my caffeine.

You who I rarely see.

One look a day

fills a gap in my soul.

An outline

of your retreating pace.

You woke me from reality.

In this last draft

of unperceived poetic sense.

Caffeine is a drug,

pulling back into a dream

where the mere thought

of your look

could melt me into oblivion.

Untitled

I had a dream.

It started with this:

You were atop, pause

The mountain.

Which was me.

The end of dream.

When I woke up.

Everything tingled.

My mind - occasionally cluttered,

Was filled with thoughts of you.

I can't.

You were exactly the opposite of who I loved.

It was lies.

No apology.

I am not in love with fate itself,

It was actually love that seduced me.

Not that you knew any of it.

Do I lack the experience

the trip to the memory lane
was fast paced.
time constraint.
nerve wrecking.
and yet when every scene unfolds,
innocence pales in contrast.

do i act like that?
a pathetic excuse
for a godforsaken child
bloodless, with pallid skin
purplish lips,
pouring green slime
wherever there's dirt.

do i act like thee,
oh high and mighty one?
the one you used to love
the one you used to fuck
screaming the name
almost with a sigh
cooling netherland with
your immaturish feat.

do i live like that,
that childish soul?
anguished spirits
with graceful acts.
bashing the words
from the angels mouth
holy, uncouth
blushing at the sight
of your kissing lips.

do i lack the experience?
when you caught the sight
of my pinkish face
the fad i left
the crisis behind me.
lagging behind that wonderful flesh
inside my room naked, left undecide.

Backtrack: 16-Aug-10

(around 2pm)

I slept last night with no blanket and the elctric fan directed at me.

which would probably explain why i had a cold when i woke up or why i had been feeling sick since this morning.

i would have stayed at home and sleep but there would be an applicant's meeting this afternoon that i wouldn't dare miss.

As the talent's night/day was scheduled this thursday.

i mean, i had no complains whatsoever since i was the one who decided to be a part of this organization,

and the word 'quit' is an unacceptable one in my dictionary.

Still, the gravity of school is starting to get to me,

and the fact that i wasn't entirey feeling well these past few weeks kind of gives me the necessary hesitations enough to make me quit.

But no, i'm not going to quit.

not unless, my grades would take another dive.

and should i fail another major exam.

Which would probably manifest a few weeks from now - namely, my chemistry exam.

testing my limits was something i decided to do.

i'm a lover of chalenges.

and i love it when the work given to me gives me no time to play.

i love how pressure gives me higher focus and all those sleepless nights when i have to finish everything right before the deadline.

Yeah, you've read that RIGHT, i love all those things.

i just hated it when it starts taking it's toll on my body - getting sick, sleepiness, headaches and migraines.

Like, right now.

i love how i struggle over figuring out what to do.

but my love for it was eventually fluctuating as my body screams for rest or the fact that my head aches from thinking too much.

also, the fact that i'm mostly at home gives me so much trouble.

Don't get me wrong, i love my family.

But they are one major distraction.

Home is a place where most of my distractions came from.

I mean, my family is the reason why i do good.

but they are also the reason that keeps holding me back.

I will endlessly thank them for the time, the love, the support - which means a LOT to me.

I don't blame them for the expectations, for the pressure.

but these things that i had been doing was not based on my personal desire.

i did not dream of becoming a slave to science where my world is confined with the laws that science itself has set.

i do not wish to immerse myself in the complications that science brings.

i don't find the pleasure in computations, in thinking theoretical where my personal opinion and biases does not matter - where I don't matter.

Yeah, it was my decision.

No, it was not my passion.

My passion was something that was created when i wanted to escape this world.

And it was something that was realized when it was too late to back-out.

My passion lies in the arts.

I love suffering under the wings of darkness, when what i am suffering for is something i love.

the same reason and logic that was applied to falling in love.

Love is finding your happiness, living in it, until one day it wants you to pay up an suffer.

love is waiting, the pure torture of being tied up in front of the very thing you wanted most.

Love is like walking on the edge of a cliff, where you live with the temporary pleasure of living when all of a sudden, falls down into the ravine.

The worse (or perhaps its best) part of it was making it up to be alive, only to cry the story out in great depression.

The passion that lies within me is an obssession.

it was love in a way, but it is not in some way.

it was torture in a way, but it isn't in another.

My point, is somehow lost in the making.

perhaps this whole rambling was a contradiction.

perhaps i was just making up things.

perhaps this was a representation of what was inside my head.

'what i know', is really 'what i don't care knowing.'

'what i feel', is actually 'what i think i feel'

i mean, it all goes back to the prime question - the root of all the stupid questions that people think are not stupid but in reality they are.

"what is our purpose in being?"

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The good thing about rambling is that it actually calms my mind.

puts me back in the right track when i wanted to give up and abandon all th things i'm doing.

(10:35pm)

(11:45pm)

i actually slept for abbout an hour, the reason why there was nothing written after 10:35pm.

i spent the past few hours staring into the page, that's why there was no output regarding my Chemistry RDR.

Seems to me that all i ever complain bout here was my chemistry subject - it's taking it's toll on me. BIG TIME.

but i can do all this.

i believe i can.

because if i don't believe in myself? who will?

I CAN DO THIS.

if they can do it, so can i.

I can do this. i can do this. i can do this. i can do this. i can do this. i can do this.

i can do this. i can do this. i can do this. i can do this. i can do this. i can do this.

i can do this. i can do this. i can do this. i can do this. i can do this. i can do this.

i can do this. i can do this. i can do this. i can do this. i can do this. i can do this.

Anyway, that's all i was going to write anyway.

Backtrack: 10-Aug-10

Sucks with the video.

I can't seem to write anything earlier, so i took a break - from anything else,

opened up a new browser and played the blue train by Asian Kung-fu Generation.

One of my favorite bands.

I find watching music videos a fascinating past time.

it's not like, we get attracted to the songs or what not.

Yes, i get attracted to the song, partly.

to the singer (much so, if they're uber goodlooking), the instruments the bands play with (much so, if i see the Gibson/Fender that i really really wanted),

the background, or the underlying theme that was being used.

I like gothic ones, bloody ones, dark and almost depressing.

More so, if the song's really one.

I'm not a fan of pop, of love songs or freaky ballads.

I don't hate the classics nor am i obsessed with it.

whenever i hear them, it'll only depends on my mood if i'll not skip them.

I take everything for granted.

Figures isn't?

maybe i'll wake up with my eyes gouged out, my limbs cut off or my hearing impaired.

but the scary thing is,

i can't say that i'm really bothered by that.

i couldn't care less that i'm going bald tomorrow or i'll get killed the next second.

Cause you'll never know what happens when everything you just thought about happened.

And i decided to live not wanting to know,

like, i wanted everything to just come in bunch of surprises.

Loving spoilers and being spoiled are two different things after all.

Notice how my writing seems to have less of a passion.

Maybe because, i'm just doing this to pass the time.

Not that my heart is already in it,

maybe i'll go at it later... when i feel like it.

(some time later)

And when I say, i feel like it, i meant I feel like it.

i just remembered that lady at a cafeteria in the university

(mind you, there are a LOT of cafeterias in the university)

I found out that she gave me an excess of 50 pesos in my change.

(I paid a hundred, i got a 120 change)

of course i didn't notice it until i was at the library sometime later.

i didn't return it.

even if my conscience's already nagging me, i didn't care.

i'm sick of being broke.

maybe bad karma'll strike back - the hell do i care.

I also reviewed a whole chapter on chemistry,

i still have... let's see... five more?

the exam's in 3 days. three freaking days.

and i still have to finish another RDR, a worksheet, then create another RDR.

i'm starting to get annoyed with my own incapability of doing things right.

So there, i'm vowing that i'll aim higher (higher than JUST PASS),,

like, i really need to quit slacking and work some more.

It's not like may parents are the ones who's going to suffer when i fail all my exams and fail my whole semester.

I AM.

Me, myself and I.

My vanity, my pride, MY EGO - a HUGE chunk of this stupid life.

trip to oblivion

speeding downhil

the business of fads and wads

spit into the nicely done cake

get sued for paying exact

whatever.

Backtrack: 09-Aug-10

Fuck you.

That was my opening statement.

If you guessed that i had a bad day, you'd guessed right.

half-right anyway.

one, i didn't wake up feeling bad, or grouchy, or what-not.

two, my day's proceeding greatly, thank you very much.

then came, the other half.

the other fucking half.

Thanks to basically, everything about my class tomorrow.

I'm failing, i don't need another punch in the face to figure that out.

I'm failing, i don't need to compute everything to arrive at that equation.

everything is so fucking obvious.

and the more i think of MY FRIEND,

the more insecure i get.

she's better at everything than i am.

maybe she's just more grade conscious than i am.

or maybe that's my big bruised ego talking.

Nope, it's my INSECURITIES talking.

i want to have many things.

i want to BE many things.

Heck, I WANT MANY THINGS.

That's my fucking problem.

instead of focusing my energies into IMPROVING one after the other,

i just have to aim for everthhing else, then screw them all - one after the fucking other.

So, why am writing all these?

you could probably say it's writer's block.

except that i'm not writing anything enjoyable. or sensible.

I don't find chemistry to be as appealing as poetry. or any literature.

Because, i stupidly realize that i wasn't born to be science geek.

Stupidly and blindly chasing after my father's disillusioned dream, just because of a current fad or obsession.

But what the hell, i'm already here might as well make the most out of it - WITHOUT BEING SARCASTIC

Fuck You

So here, i'm not actually done yet.

i need to get my juices running, before i can actually indulge in the actual creation of make-up lines that would surely sound realistic.

(And yet another - fuck you - you made me think of something stupid.)

The reason, i was actually BEHIND on my every schoolwork was because i chose to be.

i chose it to be left behind, left alone until there were only 5 hours before leaving for school.

Getting ready for it and sleeping already counted within that pathetically short 5 hours.

i'm busy taking those side trips, too long of a break, sleeping, imagining and writing pathetically fucking stories that, if they were to come true, signals the apocalypse.

Not kidding there.

So yeah, basically, EVERYTHING that has been happening was all because of my inability to prioritize,

my overconfidence in managing everything,

my cocky attitude that luck is on my side when in fact it's coincidence that mostly puts up with my whims.

I'm calming down.

Gotta get started on my pathetically stupid chemistry paper.

Backtrack: 08-Aug-10

The reason i got hooked up with final fantasy was because everybody else seemed to like it.

and i'm just this typical moron who loves to be on the trend.

But who am i kidding,

deep down inside me, no matter how much i try to demy it.

i'm stil that loser who's also called a weirdo.

i'm weird, i know.

i got hurt when my crush wrote 'weird' on my back sometime in high school.

You must be wondering why am i still upn at this crazy hour.

(not that uou knew that, you don;t see me anyhow. i can't sleep with reading those fanfics

and i don't see myself sleeping until there's a thin white light in the horion,

whoever invented the internet is such a great guy... sometimes.

i mean, think about it: he's great when we need escape, he's not when we face reality)

So here, i just finished washing the dishes, at 2am, BTW.

and my dad shut off the freaking telly, before that.

they got sucked into watching avatar, the last airbender

it was so fucking infuriating.

mainly because i'm a big zutara fan.

i just want the avatar to die on his mission so that katara and zuko can finally get together.

oh, and mei too.

i wish writing RDRs is THIS fun.

i mean, i love writing and all, but let's face it.

THAT's science, you don't need to write about it.

i love simple statistics, basic math operations, but i never liked writing boring science reports

WTH, even though i can't seem to agree or anything.

FUCK.

later. it's just getting really boring.

8 August '10

(The afternoon after)

So yeah, i'm still here. Woke up late. Ate late. Did my chores late.

The end product? I'm still here waiting in the starting point.

waiting for a miracle to happen.

The miracle? like, smething to take over my life right now.

A big wave or something, just to wash away these stupid thoughts, the stupid insecurities.

Oh, and this stupid life itself.

FUCK YOU.

i could tell, my dad's having problems.

the way he keeps on shutting himself to the world,

either sleeping or immersed in his stupid laptop doing everything weird.

like, NOT working and just watching those Shakira music videos or spanish rocks and music.

Whatever.

it's not like i care,

i would be very happy if they told me to stop and take another leave at school for the next semester.

ruin my life for all i care.

my tumblr page took too long to open up,

i think i forgot all i was going to post.

stupid fluctuating internet connection.

I also have to leave tomorrow.

i need to do my RDRs and doing them here is not exactly a good idea.

considering the fact that whatever schoolwork i do here, gets suck into a blackhole.

ANOTHER FUCK YOU.

My mom also went home today.

goodbye nights of sleeping late.

goodbye slacking off.

goodbye to you, responsibility that weighs down my head.

I'm free, thank you very much.

i can go out, come home late.

just NOT here.

Selective Breathing

Give out explanations

without

certain applications,

implications

and what nots.

Basically,

tell me how,

to breathe

with selected molecules.

It's not that,

I don't want to

inhale

purely oxygen.

What I want to avoid

was something

like

molecules from,

molecules with

Your initials impart

with subatomic

particles.

It's not that

I'm disgusted

with the thought,

just that

Your scent

overflows in the air

pheromones

giving thoughts

images

to the extreme.

Whilst here

I was trying to forget.

Give out explanations

implications

causes and effects

further reactions

where your actions

may mean

no harm,

You have no idea

how it's slowly killing me.

Chapter 5

Last one on my pc.

Probably take longer time to update.

I don't actually have time to write anymore.

Because of my job,

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He was on a date with his long time girlfriend when Itachi called.

He was always at awe with Uchiha Itachi. A little intimidated. A little irritated.

Partly because he is Uchiha Sasuke's bestfriend.

Motioning a 'wait-a-sec' gesture to Hinata, he answered the phone after swallowing an inexistent wad in his mouth.

"Did my brother tell you where he'll be today?"

Itachi was already asking before Naruto could think of an appropriate greeting.

"No, he didn't"

He was already sweating.

"Did he told you anything else."

Naruto was a bad liar, everyone who knew him knows that.

"H… He told me… he'll stay over for a week."

There was a long pause which Naruto was pretty much reluctant to break.

"Er…"

"I'll call your mother."

Was Itachi's abrupt reply and the line went dead.

Naruto, teary-eyed, ran to his girlfriend.

"Hina-chan!"

"As I thought, that Teme's brother is really scary. He was asking about Teme's behavior…"

Naruto was rambling on and on about Sasuke's weird family (his brother) when he realized something.

"Say, did they got into a fight or something. His brother sounded really tense."

Naruto was lost in thought for a moment.

"Whatever. I'll ask Teme later, there's something there that he wasn't telling me."

He faced Hinata only to find her staring intently at him. Her face growing pink.

They stared at each other. (Of course, Hinata was trying her best not to look away.)

"Hina-chan, are you feeling alright, your face is red."

He felt her forehead.

"You're kinda warm. I'll take you home. Can you walk?"

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Notes:

1. Naruto's POV
2. This chapter kinda suck. All the characters feel OOC.
3. Naruto is Sasuke's bestfriend.
4. Naruto's parents are alive.
5. Disclaimer. If I own Naruto, its ratings will dive below zero.

Chapter 4

Four.

Go ahead.

Kill me now.

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Sasuke was sitting on a waiting shed on the far side of the Uchiha side.

Their clan has its own side of the cemetery.

The cemetery was the last place Itachi would go to look for him.

He knew that 3 hours prior to the appointed time, his older brother would spend a minute fuming then the rest of the time finding him and finally murdering him.

The reason why Sasuke won't willingly go to the cemetery was because his parents died protecting him.

And because he never visited them even during anniversaries or special occasions.

Itachi knew that fact.

And the reason why.

And so after three hours of passing the time, somebody did approached his hiding place and it wasn't his brother. It was a girl.

She knelt down in front of the grave, arms in silent prayer, eyes closed.

She had a long pink hair and was endowed in a white dress with flowery patterns.

The wind was blowing. Pink petals of a Cherry blossom tree flows in the air.

Sasuke stared at her. Mesmerized.

He thought she looked familiar but he was unsure.

She was kneeling in for a long time that Sasuke wondered how could she stay kneeled for that long until her hands, originally palms together in a prayer, swayed down heavy. She fell asleep.

Cautiously, Sasuke approached her.

She really looked familiar.

A rumble suddenly pronounced an upcoming rain.

He was startled at the prospect of her waking up and finding him there.

But she didn't even stir. Drops of rain were starting to fall down quietly.

She didn't move even as he touched her now-cool slightly wet skin.

Her dress damp at the light patter of rain.

Nor as he carried her to the nearest shade and lay her down using his own lap as her pillow.

He placed the jacket he was wearing over her.

She's one heavy sleeper, that's for sure.

He thought it'll be a good idea to tell her off when she wakes up about her sleeping habits.

He watched her.

Until the rise and fall of her chest lulled him to sleep.

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Notes:

1. Uchiha Sasuke's POV.
2. It wasn't Itachi who killed their parents but Sasuke?!?
3. Sakura's waaay too oblivious to her surroundings and a potential victim if she keeps up her bad habit.
4. I don't know if Sasuke fell in love at first sight or that he was curious with all Sakura's weird habit.
5. Disclaimer. The characters aren't mine. I told you it's OOC.