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My sister has always been there for me, always there when I needed her just needed to call her name."A-Akumi h-help,"
I can vividly always remember screaming out when the villagers' hatred got too strong, ganging up on me, I'd always thought I had her to protect me. But I was proven wrong, she's here to help me.
Even if she doesn't say a lot... or anything at all. I had so many questions but was only met with silence. She'd look like she wanted to say all the answers to me but she... couldn't? Something was preventing her from saying anything at all to me and it gave me Sasuke vibes.
Ew... I know.
She's been with me since birth and provided for me. She was 5 '4 and had long red hair with blonde roots and blond tips, she'd always style it into two spiky buns, kinda like Tenten but leaving two strands of hair out front. Her eye color is strange, I'd never seen anything like it, it goes from a dark-ish blue like mine, to violent like our mothers, to a dark red with notches, and then finally the last eye color she'd had was a Dark purple with the same notches but smaller circles in descending order.
She was 4 years older than me, I was 15 so that would make her 19... I feel so bad but I know there wasn't anything I could do. Like seriously she was 4 having to take care of an energetic nobody like me. It was sickening. I felt so useless, but no more, I was gonna be Hokage and you better believe it.
However Sasuke has found everywhere to insert himself into my business, my crush on Sakura ruined, ramen almost ruined, and worse of all I almost called my sister for help in front of him, teme was so- I don't know how to put it his whole vibe was annoying, he was a good for nothing teme with a feeling of superiority because of his lack of family... yet he wants to kill the only one he has, if he would only sit down and think about it rationally he would understand.
If Itachi just suddenly went bloodthirsty, his family would be the first ones gone, but no Sasuke still was still alive, there was obviously something underlined there but I didn't care enough for him or his family to even begin digging below the surface, just thinking about his annoying face and smug look just made me mad. But Sakura was head over heels for such a dumb, stupid, ugly, teme, uhhh- I ran out of insults. But you get the point.
Tomorrow Iruka said we'd get our teams, after the chunin exams he said he'll mix up the teams. I know I'm staying with Kakashi due to my sister showing those notes to me, only showing me however not where anyone else would be. Scary but I knew she did the best she could or it was a part of some master plan.
I'm leaning towards the second option but I couldn't know for sure, she was smirking but that could mean anything. I yawned, finally getting my bright red body out of the burning hot shower. My sister, already sensing I was going to get out 10 minutes ago, she'd turned off the AC.
I love her so much. I made my way to my room, my arms outstretched hearing a satisfied pop made me shiver, I dried myself off, reaching over to my drawer and grabbing my underwear, fanning it out and slipping my right leg in first, I just realized I didn't close my door. I brushed it off, I'll do it after I put on my underwear.
I finally got my left leg in and slipped it on, I then put on this cake-smelling lotion. Its sweet smell made me dizzy and I loved it.
The scent was almost sickeningly sweet but not enough to make me want to vomit, a shiver ran down my back... that sounds like something Sasuke would say. My mood plummets with the thought of that depressing sad sack.
I finished putting on the godly-smelling lotion to suppress the thoughts of Sasuke, I then put on the very soft pj pants, which had miso ramen bowls plaster all over them, it gave me butterflies of happiness fluttering about in my stomach.
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Sasunaru one shots
AcakSo it's mostly one shots(short stories 1-2 chapters long) of Sasunaru (Sasuke top) but sometimes they'll be abt a OC that's been stuck in my head and only leaves when I write abt em so enjoy- I'll put a * next to the stories that have little to do w...