Kenryouku
I killed today. There were so many of them. Really, it was like a festival! Only everyone was dead, corpses were scattered everywhere. I’m sorry, father; I couldn’t resist. I’m sorry, mother; I loved you, I swear. I’m sorry, elder brother; I never meant to attempt to kill you. I’m sorry, little sister; I don’t know where all your money disappeared to, honest!
Okay… that was weird.
Anyway!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto… or.. do I?
Happy reading!
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Kenryouku = Influence.
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Stomp stomp stomp.
“AAARGH!”
Crash.
“Hn.”
BOOM.
It was all so nostalgic.
A Chidori in one’s hand, and a Rasengan in the other’s. Minus the mutated body parts, it all looked so familiar.
Naruto panted heavily, fatigue and pain from being beaten all over finally starting to creep in like a spider on its web. Both their jutsu diminished almost instantly from their hands. “Heh.” Pant pant pant. “I beat you this time, teme.” He bragged, managing a tired yet strong grin.
“I don’t think so…” Sasuke was panting as well, almost mirroring his opponent’s said actions. “..dobe.” Both of them.
Sasuke smiled. He watched Naruto slowly closing his already heavy-lidded eyes all the while falling unconscious to the ground with a heavy thud. Face first.
And Sasuke, well, Sasuke was not like the dobe. Tch, of course not! Sasuke fell, but only to his knees. He will not soil his pride and fall asleep to the ground like the idiot beside him. Feeling heavier by the millisecond, he resorted to fall on all fours.
But, oh, how sweet it looked to slumber right then and there.
All it took was a right arm down.
A left leg stretch.
Sasuke lay on the ground, slowly falling unconscious as well. Drifting into deep, undisturbed sleep beside his rival.
Just for today, he would soil his pride. Just this once.
Oh what frighteningly powerful influence the Kyuubi Jinchuuriki had on him.
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Well this certainly hasn’t turned out like I thought. It was supposedly a scene for Den-en No Sakura and turned out to be a SasuNaru moment. Teehee. I guess I couldn’t resist the urge to fluff up their scenes. XD
Watch what?
Out of extreme boredom, I write this Naruto fanfic and guess whatie what, not only am I talent-less, I have creativity inability as well! I need ideas for this one chapter, just this one. Heh. This is what I have so far:
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Sakura walked.
She had just gone through an undignified day of ‘training’ with good ol’ team 7. In other words, watching her teammates beat the living crap out of each other while she so much as watched and did nothing.
And she pretty much felt useless for it. So she walked herself home.
“Don’t worry, Sakura-chan! I’ll beat him to a pulp in 5 seconds then get back to you so we can.. uh, eat ramen! Or uh..”
“Tch.”
“WHAT DID YOU SAY, TEME?! DID YOU JUST CALL ME A LOSER?!”
Sakura sighed.
Had she always been so weak? Had she been always so unworthy as an opponent? Yes, in fact, she has.
In most dire situations, she would, with all her will, be all brave and be all selfless. Though, that was all that she could do. Despite from being able to throw some shuriken here, stab some kunai there, and question and comprehend intelligibly (though not as sharp a brain as the Nara kid), she pretty much couldn’t do anything else. She had no special jutsu. She had no blood-line inheritance. She excelled at nothing except for ‘benkyou-ing’ at the Academy before they became Genins and no longer required said doings.
And now she was, whoa hey, guess what, useless.
And she was right… right?
“Oi, Sakura, it’s staring to rain. You should just go home; it’s not like you’re being beneficial anyway.”
Sakura stared.
‘Staring is impolite’, she would have thought. But she was too dumbfounded, stunned, astounded, numbed, flabbergasted, and all those synonymous words recorded in heaping piles of dictionaries to have even thought to think.
She stared with all the visual abilities her eyes allowed. She stared until she felt her jaws slacken, and her eyeballs go dry from the wind breathing unevenly to her face.
And very much unlike a good ninja, she stood, paled, did nothing but watch –
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What? Watch what? What could possibly render Haruno Sakura shocked and speechless? What shocking scene would make it absurd enough to get to Hollywood?
Why the bloody hell am I asking you?
“You’re talentless.”
Oh, sou desu ne, Sasuke-kun. That, I am.
So I am off to glomp some nameless man who, suspiciously, looks like a main-branch Uchiha spawn, and rack my brain senseless for some ideas, maybe.