" i will give you two choices naruto.." raven in orange mask said, as he was standing on one of the tailed beast, he looked at the blonde beauty who was i his ninetail mode, staring at him in pure anger, but the masked man could see was through blonde, those cerulean orbs were showing pain, as if it was begging him to stop this madness and nothing he was going to gain by staring this war. He can see how this very blonde was looking at him curiously, when he addressed his question. Well it was more like a demand.
Orange masked man didnt need his sharingan to see, if blonde was being genuine or not, the blonde was way too pure for this world and he didnt know why, the movement blonde beauty was born, he had this urge to keep him safe. With a sigh he continued " leave this and come with me, i will stop this war and free all the tail beasts, i will undo the genjutsu that i have put on them. Or" he waited for the blonde to ask.
Well blonde asked him, " or what ?" Naruto asked curiously, there wasnt any anger in that tone.
He smiled inside his mask as he looked at the boy, fortunately for him that smirk was hidden behind the mask. " well i might take you after killing than. What you say" he said as he looked at naruto, who was stunned by his demand. Either way he was masked man's target and if he went with him, he promised he wont do anything and he didnt go then it was forceful. Naruto on the other hand didnt want to see his friends doing and he was curious to know why this man was giving him vibe of home.
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.