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Holding On
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Fanfic
Naruto
It's been years since I left Konoha. Years since I lost my friends. Maybe it was the other way around. I still don't have any clue why they turned on me. Sure, I was always the weak one in Kakashi-sensei's team, which proves my uselessness. I couldn't do much except heal but Naruto and Sasuke were both strong enough to handle themselves. And I've had my fair share of flaws: my quick-tempered personality, my ridiculous belief in the possibility of the impossible (which is ironically inspired by Naruto), and of course, the unknown demon that lives in my mind. But these flaws aren't the only things that I have. I have my bright pink hair and my emerald eyes which both show my own will of fire when I get pumped up. I would never give up on someone, even at the brink of their death or mine, I wouldn't even think about leaving them behind. But I don't understand. No matter how hard I train myself, at the end of the day, I'm the one who needs to be saved. It's like I can't do anything that could help. Am I a burden? Is that all I could be? A burden? Will I ever impro- "Sakura, who are you talking to?" "Didn't I tell you not to read my mind? This is like the fifth time now, Itachi." "I didn't read your mind. You were speaking out loud." "No I wasn't." "Yes you were." "No I wasn't." "You know I could do this all day, right?" "Shut up, you red-eyed duckbutt. Go back to whatever the hell you were doing and leave me alone." Take 2: I don't even know what to do anymore. I'm so scared. I want to prove myself, but then again, I'm scared that I might lose who I really am. Who am I? Who's the pink-haired girl that I see in the mirror? Who is Sakura Haru- "Oh for crying out loud!" ------------------------- Edited by: me of course Warning: this book may contain inappropriate words that are not suitable for young readers.
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距 - Distance ...---... "Sakura..." she turned towards me, sending a smile. I felt my heart flutter at the sudden sight. "Yes?" "If two people love each other, they get together, right?" She seemed confused at my question, but nodded. "Yeah. Why?" I faked a smile and shook my head. "Nothing." "Well, I'm sure that you'll meet a pretty boy that would love you too." I felt my smile drop, but as always, I kept it up. In my head I scowled, because it wasn't a boy I wanted, like any other cliche romance story. I wanted her. ...---... If two people love each other, they should get together. But...this is different. Because she's pretty. I'm ugly. She's rich. I'm poor. She has her family. I have an unloving brother. She has friends. I'm a loner. She's popular. I'm just her old friend that clung onto her. ...---... I look at her across my room, wondering how it was possible we managed to stick together for so long. All I was to her was someone who listened to her problems, defended her from people, and gave her a Laffy Taffy every Tuesday after her volleyball practice. "Just a friend," I imagined she would say when her other friends would ask her who I was. And now we sit, at four in the morning, completing homework. I watch her as she averts her eyes to the window, the one she usually snuck out of, and bobs her head to the tune blasting out of those pink headphones of hers. Her half lidded emerald eyes, dubbed with exhaustion, glisten in the moonlight, as her ruby lips mouth along with the music. Maybe, if I got closer... And then I remember where we are. Who we are. I'm just her roommate. She's my friend. Maybe...this distance is enough. Because every time I try to get closer, he would come and ruin it all. "Its best if you just stay away," he'd say. As I soon get my head out of the clouds, I see her, with her pink hair and emerald eyes. I unnoticeably sigh before returning to my work. This distance is enoug

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