"If you ever considered me your friend. Give the world a positive reason to remember your clan, and get friends that will help you whenever you are in trouble. (...) Don't be stupid teme...
I don't want to kill you in a near future."
It wasn't until their 'friendship' ended with that piece of paper, that he recognized the importance of having someone that to be with him, someone that you didn't necessarily understood but you still got along with...
Did he regret anything? Yes, be sure as hell he did... He didn't care if he was the first Uchiha to ever regret something; but the more he looked into his past self, the more he realized that he should 've waited for his friend.
So, now at the age of 17 he waited, even if it ate him inside at night. He waited, while his brother was still out there... Alive.
Damn it!
This is the sequel to my very first book: "Naruto: the mask I've chosen." (And I hope I don't make the cliché mistake of ruining the original with the sequel 'ttebayo)
And since they're teenagers now, you need to be informed that there'll be some swear words in the way.
Anyways! I do not own the characters since they're Kishimoto-sensei's creations. However, the plot is mine, and you can't copy it... But if you want to use it as inspiration, go ahead! and let me know it of course :3
That's all I've got to say!! I hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it!!
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.