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Chills Chapter 8 Naruto again sat, staring at a wall, his hand stuck inside a drawer of the desk. His mind was reeling with anger and disbelief. It wasn't like he could just go home and yell at his boyfriend. They had a guest who was going through something terrible. Compared to that, this was juvenile. The blond bit his lip and sighed, falling back in his chair. He ignored the pain in his wrist as it hit the lip of the desk when it pulled out.Chills Chapter 8 by ~Sinister-Dilema
He'd sent Sasuke back to his room with his pink-haired nurse, angry at the raven. Naruto ran a hand through his hair and growled aloud. Quite sharply he stood up and marched his way out of the office. "Neji!" The da
Chills Chapter 7 When the door clicked behind their guest, Kyuubi stood in his chair and calmly walked over to the sink. Wondering what was going on, Naruto followed him with his eyes, completely and utterly suspicious on what was happening. The red head gave his lover a dull look as he tossed his half eaten apple into the garbage disposal and turned it on. Unfortunately the disruptive noise gave the oncoming argument a delay and allowed the blond to look around his kitchen.Chills Chapter 7 by ~Sinister-Dilema
He hadn't even bothered to pay any attention to the room the night before, so strung up in anger and fear, or that morning for that matter. Now, however, he saw every piece of dirt and
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Red Heart Althea WhiteRed Heart Althea by ~A-C-4
soft petals
of innocence
delicate and fraile
stained with vermillion red at the core of its exsistance.
Beautiful to the eye,
but only fleetingly
for life is quick
and its beauty withers
as it turns to dust.
The wishfullness to keep
the innocence and beauty perserved
is all for naught
and only quickens the end to come.
But from the death
of the old
comes new life
into bloom
for all to behold.
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