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Black Rose (Kakashi's Sister FanFic) by work-in-progresss
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last updated in 2017-2018. newest authors note was november 1st, 2022. this fanfic is old and not great! if you read it that's your own decision, but i warned you. hope you still enjoy it though Black Rose. What many consider a symbol of evil and death. I see as a thing of purity. Kiyoko Hatake, The Black Rose. This was her name in the infamous bingo book. Her beginning is a mystery to the Genin and many of the jounin in Konoha. But it was harsh. She was trained at a young age to be a cold blooded Assasin. One with no emotions. No will to live. Until one day she left. She was done. She ran to find the one person she hoped would love her. And a village that would accept her as the monster she is. She meets many and befriends the people many thought would never be able to smile. But. Can she find her own happiness? Or own love? Or will her plan backfire. Hi! I am the "author" of this and I will be honest the first chapters are really cringe and I hope you will be able to get to the ones I am proud of! I do not own Naruto, and I do not own pictures in this book unless specified. If you do read this and have any ideas feel free to leave comments♡ I hope you enjoy my story
Mondo Pastello | girlxgirl | Completed♕ by Digital-Galaxy
Digital-Galaxy
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.