It's not an obsessionThe raven haired nin walked down the leafy path of the forest. Konaha was a pretty decent name for the town, he had to admit. He sighed as he looked up at the sun, wondering how long ago he was supposed to be back in class. Lunch break must have ended hours ago, but he shuddered at the thought of returning to them. They were the girls. The horrible, squealing fangirls he despised so much. Munching on a rather bland onigiri, Sasuke walked into a clearing in the trees and found a fallen tree to sit on. Any normal fangirl would definitely squeal at this scene. Pale, feminine, Sasuke resting on a log with the sun illuminating his face. A slight bIt's not an obsession
ItaNaru: Frost-Bitten “Sasuke! Sasuke!” Naruto yelled in his sleep. It was the fifth time this week he had the same nightmare. It was always the same. Running, that’s all Naruto did in his dream. He ran towards Sasuke, who stood unmoving and next to Orochimaru. No matter how hard or fast he ran, Naruto couldn’t get closer to his best friend… and lover. And towards the end of the dream Sasuke would always look at him with emotionless onyx eyes and say, “I hItaNaru: Frost-Bitten
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If I had a kitten right now...I'd get out a cook book.
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