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Yami no Bakura glared out the window at his hikari's friendship-crazed friends. He hated Halloween. The night that should be for scaring people, making trouble, and just doing generally bad things was wasted on these people. Honestly, a pumpkin? With some stupid expression carved into it? What in the hell was that all about? The only reason he had even helped Ryou carve those damned things was because he got to stab something without being yelled at by his hikari. Besides, his pumpkin was much better than Ryou's: it was violence, in pumpkin form. He had simply taken several knives and shoved them into the pumpkin. (but that's not important ri

Uzumaki Naruto yawned, and looked out his window. 'Wow, brick wall. How exciting,' he thought to himself, frowning. God, he should seriously move someday... maybe when he became Hokage! Yeah, he'd just, like, LIVE in his Hokage's office. "I have the greatest ideas," he said to himself, smirking at his oh-so-genius thought. He flung his bedsheets in a random direction, and stepped out of bed, only to trip and fall on a little fox plushie. "OW," He shouted, rubbing his forehead with his hand. Tripping sucked. He pouted, and picked up the little fox. "Kitsune-chan, why did you trip me?" he asked it in a cute little voice, poking it's little sto

Kakashi looked out the window, staring at the heavy downpour of rain. He and Sasuke had been "together" for quite a while now, he thought; almost a month. He was taking things a bit slowly. He knew about Sasuke's past, and he knew what type of person the boy was, and he realized that he might have misgivings about their relationship, seeing as Kakashi was older than him. If Sasuke's past hadn't been so screwed up, they probably would have already had... but, no, wait. Kakashi realized that that was unfair. It wasn't as though Sasuke had chosen to have his family killed, had chosen to be touched, had chosen anything his brother had ever done t

Sasuke stared into his coffee as he took a long drag on his cigarette, zoning out to whatever music he happened to be listening to. He wasn't sure when he had started smoking, or even why. He just liked how it made him feel; it was a nice, relaxing routine after his hard days of school. As he sat, he thought. He was almost certain that being involved with one's teacher in such a way as he was illegal; downright sacrilege, he realized. He frowned, and with a sigh, exhaled a large puff of smoke. God, just how many religions probably hated him; how many social organizations hated him? (but then, they didn't know, so probably none, yet, he reso

KakaSasu (AU-ish fic; Kakashi is a philosophy/psychology teacher, Sasuke is a student) -------- It was well-known that Hatake Kakashi was, if not extremely talented, a bit different from the usual teacher. Every year, he would give out one test on the first day, and every year, it was the same. "Explain the following: if." Every year, students would, for the most part, demonstrate a cliched, albeit dead knowledge, and he would receive papers with the usual personality definement and human choice bits littering what was, about ninety-nine percent of the time, a long, predictable essay. The point of the test was to root out the students wit

When you left, you didn't tell me, "Goodbye". When you left, you didn't say anything at all. You just went away, away to somewhere that I couldn't go... because no one would let me go after you. Now, after all this time, I'm going to bring you back, no matter what. Now, after all this time... I'm going to see you again. ~~ "Sasuke!" He turned around, remembering a voice he knew so well. "Naruto? What the..." He had no time to finish. The blonde wouldn't give any time to him, not after he already used up two long, painful years. He grabbed the neck of the other boy's shirt. "Shut up, Sasuke-teme! What the hell is wrong with you? How could y