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DFIWY Chapter 2Dont Forget Im Watching You
2. What IS that Hospital Called?
As usual, the village of Konohagakure was bustling with people.
All sorts of people, their individual voices all mixing together to form the most out of tune orchestra imaginable.
Id imagine that you would know what this sounded like, and that youd also know that youd have a hard time thinking in crowds of this size.
So Id also imagine that youd know what team seven was going through as far as thinking was concerned.
To put it bluntly: they werent.
Team seven walked past the crowed, and continued their trek to the hospital, the unconscious girl still draped over Kakashis shoulder.
Aw man! Kakashi-sensei? Can we stop? Im hungry! Naruto said suddenly, breaking the groups silence.
It was then that a realization dawned on them. It was a little past noon, and, even though they didnt want to admit it, they were hungry. Sakuras stomach gr
What I Like About YouWhat do I like about you?
I like the way you walk
And I like the speed you talk
I like the way you eat
And your laughter is a treat
I love your honest smiles
And your talent drives me wild
I like the way you work
And your peaceful, neutral smirks
I love the books you read
And the way you watch me bleed
I love your playful eyes
I can see through your disguise
I like the lines youve said
And what goes on in your head
I like the songs youve heard
And the subtext in your words
I love the way you dress
And how youre never a mess
I love the shoes you wear
And the colour of your hair
I love how you look mature
Though emotions never stir
I love your sense of humor
And I wish Id known you sooner
I like your view on life
And the way you hold a knife
I love the way you are
Because I know youll go far
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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