****I was 14/15 when I read this, be warned for cancer/cruddy fanfiction [sorta out of that who stage]. Be warned.
The most horrible place in the five great nations is not listed, and few people know about it.
Our greatest fear isn't Madara, or the Akatsuki, Nor even the ten tails. Her name is not listed.
With just a rip of a paper doll, our lives changed, forever. Also, we can't just get our old ones back.
Its no time to feel happy, or playful. There is no time. We need to keep running, keep fighting back against these odds. Just, keep running. Its only a dream. Wait, no. A Nightmare.
Only because of one curse. A curse can last one thousand years. I'm sorry, Sakura, Sasuke, Neji, Hinata, Tenten. Its all my fault.
For, its Sachiko Ever After
{{I obviously don't own any videos, pictures, or the book cover in this story. I also don't own Naruto or Corpse party.}}{{{{HIATUS. Writer's Block. :/}}}
UPDATE: i like how i say hiatus but in reality im dead inside and havent updated this since 2017 so RIP me
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.