One-Shots, Lemons, Short Stories

Let Me Take You Away [SasukexHinata]

Note: you could put a picture of my nose bleeding next to Niagara falls and my mom wouldn't know the difference.

woohoo another one. This one was requested by........ opps, I know it was requested but I'm honestly a very very lazy person and am too damn lazy to check *tsk tsk*

Also, if you read my other sasuhina story (theBlood-of-theRaven) , letting you know that I haven't forgotten that one, it's just that this one shot has been stuck in my goddamn head and wanted to get out, and if you are like "You bitch, update your other fucking story!!!!!" I will I will! Jeeeeezzz.

Um also, I've been super sick for the past 2 weeks and omggggggg. It's bad. I have an inhaler, Tylenol, nasal spray, and Dayquil and Nyquil (if thats how you spell it. Idk) soooo I'm been like high on drugs. So don't be expecting updates left and right (dude I even woke up in the night choking on blood because my nose decided to just let loose *sigh*)

Anyways really long author's note but let's just go to the story, me?

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He felt like he was wasting away. Caught adrift by the rapid change in tides, he was below sea level and drowning by his own thoughts. Flowing, drifting, with the deaths of his parents and his brother, he could care less about where he was headed.

Yes, he could guess that his idiot best friend was the greatest as he took him in. Yes, he could say Kushina and Minato were the best as they adopted him into their family. Yes, he could believe that they were downright marvelous as they dealt with all his bullshit and more.

But, he thought, he was too busy drifting to care.

He laid here in an unknown bed, in an unknown house, staring at an unknown ceiling that had unknown rips and tears from, he guessed, age or water damage.

They should get that checked, he mused.

He watched as the biggest tear, one the size of his arm but looked like the color of mucus, tore even further and began to encompass an entire corner of the unknown blank ceiling. A head peaked through, white eyes wide, pale skin bright in the dark, and black long hair billowing through said hole.

This, this never happened before. He jumped out of bed, furthest away from, from whatever that was, as the thing touched down and reached out to poke a spot on Naruto's neck.

Just because he was an idiot didn't mean he wanted him dead!

He picked up the nearest weapon, his lamp, picking it up so harshly the plug was ripped from the socket. He held it in front of him, dread welling up, threatening to overload if he didn't keep it contained.

"Why did you... why did you kill him?" He tried to shout but the words left his mouth in a whisper.

It came closer. Light streamed through the window and he took a step back as it took two steps forward.

Eyes widened as a girl, seemingly his age, stepped forward. He was right about the pale eyes -with the light reflecting off of them, they seemed to be luminescent, ethereal even- and the skin. Dainty fingers moved to pull long, (he could tell now) indigo hair into a braid, doing it with such expertise, he knew she did it often. Bangs covered her forehead, and they rippled as her heart shaped face cocked to the side. Pink lips shifted to utter one word, "kill?"