Pieces Of Me (Naruto Fanfic, Sasuke <3)

Pieces Of Me - Part 1

heyy guys! soo this is my attempt at a Naruto fanfic. hehe it will probably fail (oh, so badly) but I LOVE Naruto and have loved it since forever, so i'm doing this for fun:) but of course, comment, vote&& read if  you like it! aaanddd again, do correct me if i get anything wrong, i hate making mistakes! :) (PSSST, YOU! YEAH, YOU! i don't own naruto. or the characters. i only own my three (Tsuki, Zaida, Megan), and probably most of the dialogue will be made up.... and i'm gonna maybe change the plot a bit... but yeah, AWLL im doin:))

so here goes:)

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 "You were everything, everything, that I wanted! We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost iiit! All of the memories so close to me just fade-" My voice trailed off as the music abruptly stopped.

I glared up at my best friend, Zaida, who sat there with my headphones dangling from her tanned hands. Raising an eyebrow at me, she chucked them onto my bed.

"Stop sitting there having a pity-party for yourself, Ki! The douche dumped you. Get over it. Go poke him off of a cliff if you have to, just get over it! I'll even help you," She said in exasperation, before motioning me over to my laptop on my bed. "Look, I already hacked him on Facebook and made him female, put men and women as his interests, and changed his name to Mr. Douchebag."

Now THAT forced a bubble of laughter out of me. This time, Zadia raise both of her eyebrows and grinned at me. "Knew that'd cheer you up."

"Seriously though?" I asked in disbelief. She'd hacked people before, never me or anyone she liked, just people who deserved it, but this was too good to be true.

"Mmm hm." She nodded her head vigorously, making her hair bounce. Zaida was a really sarcastic person. She was mean, pretty much the biggest, most devious bitch ever and proud of it; that's why I love my bestie. On the plus side, she was hilarious as hell, and sometimes didn't mind to be made fun of. Sometimes. Me and her combined were like an explosion: we were the weirdest, randomest, loudest people ever when we were in the same room. Not to mention the smartest. Hehe, we once wrote a parody of a song.... and made it about my ex being gay. But that isn't relevant right now.

Zaida has short, straight, really dark brown hair, bangs almost covering her eyes, and the rest of it was in a chin-length bob, with the front strands curled back, making her look like someone from the 60's. Her dark brown eyes with red flecks in them were very observative, catching the slightest movement anywhere and being able to decipher what it means.

"Devious bitch," I joked, hitting her head with a pillow. "How did you get in here anyway?"

"Well... Like most people. I walked in. You were just too caught up in your 'I'm so sorry for myself' fest that you didn't notice." Shaking her head at me, she logged out of Facebook.

"Like I said.... Devious bitch." I muttered, falling back and spreading out like a star on my humongous bed. She laughed and sat on my stomach, making me push her off.

"What time's Megan supposed to get here anyway? She's late. As usual, probably stuck in traffic." Zaida muttered the last part, looking royally pissed off.

At that moment, Megan decided to grace us with her presence by bursting in through my bedroom door and, as a true blonde, yell "Am I late?!", while panting like she'd just run a marathon.

"Why yes, I do believe you are, Canadian." Zaida exclaimed in a completley overdone British accent.

"Of course I am, Italian, but....." Megan said back in the same accent as Zai, "WE NEED TO SEE THE NEXT EPISODE OF NARUTO" She finished in her normal voice, bellowing in my ear.