Chugirl1994

- Obento at the Rooftop - ~Kid's POV~ Everyday, I'd always be sitting on the rooftop during lunch break, alone. It was the only time where I'd be at peace, calmly listening to the summer breeze, and watching the vast, azure sky. I never had any company, nor did I want any, but that was all about to change. "Kid…?" The door slowly creaked open and in stepped a familiar figure. Maka, one of my classmates who I didn't really classify as a close friend. We were merely acquaintances, besides when having an errand or on a mission, we hardly ever talked. I never actually felt uncomfortable by her presence, mainly because I was always acting

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto...yet. Once you see Sasuke suddenly jump on Naru-chan and grope him, that means that I'm the new owner of Naruto. Nor do I own this fairy tale-type-thing. I just re-worded it a little. Warnings: YAOI! Shounen ai! And hinted shoujo ai. Pairings: SasuNaru and hinted InoSaku. Notes: Oh my gosh! I actually have a rough draft of this! Cool! Okay, Here's the prologue...it has nothing to do with the story really, just a fairy tale-type-thing I heard when I was really little. I found the book it was in, and read it to my daughter. That's when I thought of Naruto and Sasuke. Awesome much? ----------------------------

After his shift, Nowaki dropped off his things in his apartment, then went next door to check up on Misaki. He knocked on the door, and awaited a response. "Come in..." called the faint sound of Misaki's voice. "The door's open.." Nowaki did as was told, coming in and closing the door behind him. "You really should lock the door." Nowaki said, going to Misaki, who was laying on the couch without a shirt on. "I was tired.." Misaki said. "And honestly, I was waiting for you." He blushed from his own words. Nowaki sat on the floor next to the couch where Misaki was laying. "You look like you're developing nicely." He said with a smile, putt

.:Chapter 12:. Alcohol Despite everything that was said, Wesker waited with Chris until the brunet could stand without falling. They sat in silence for a while, Wesker leaning casually against a nearby wall and Chris sitting on a metallic bench. They were still in the shower room and, luckily, Chris was only without a shirt which was currently balled in his lap. Chris was more shaken that anything. He wondered, now that the headache was gone and he was left to his thoughts, if Sheva actually let go; If she did, she surely wouldn't survive. From what Wesker had said, Sheva was simply unconscious-- however, was Chris suppose to take his obse