Almost Sucks
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
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Category:
Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
77
Views:
1,997
Reviews:
327
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Mother
Almost Sucks
by Mashiro
Naruto fandom, series, no spoilers
AU, BOYS LOVE: Naruto x Sasuke, Kakashi x Iruka, Lee x Gaara
first time: July 8th 2008, Tuesday
second time: January 27th 2009, Tuesday
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DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the rights to the Naruto series or characters and I make no money writing this. I’m just a fan. This is fan fiction.
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71: Mother
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Epilogue 3.1: Sadako
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A woman sits in a café and cradles a cappuccino in her hands. She studies the stained foam and thinks of the snow that now frames the roads in the city. The snow never stays white for very long here. It’s sad, but at the same time she loves the city. She can’t imagine an unstained cappuccino.
She was supposed to meet a man here an hour ago, but she has lost hope that he will show up. They met through a dating site and have talked many times online and on the phone. She doesn’t know why he hasn’t shown and tells herself that it’s his loss, not hers. She tells herself now that she was not in love; it was just a charming picture (most likely not even his) together with a nice description (fake, of course) and a deep, sensual voice (frustratingly, that had to be real). She tells herself she did not think of that voice and that face and that physique in bed last night when her hands wandered and she imagined the end of their first real date of many, after dinner, a movie and drinks at her place.
Five years have passed since she passed thirty and she has five years left to find someone. Time moves so fast. One day she was young and life was ahead of her and now she is running to keep up. She will not admit that she is desperate, but deep down she knows that she is.
She knows that there are many qualities to her life that makes it a good one. Her job pays well, it’s fulfilling and what she spent four years in university to educate herself in. It gives her just the right amount of challenge and lets her grow as a person. She has many friends, good looks, a lovely apartment in a good district and a pleasant personality (or so she’s been told). But the man stays away.
Suddenly, without thinking she pulls out her cell phone, finds the second number on U and presses the dial button before she can change her mind. As soon as it’s done, she does, change her mind. This is the wrong number. She should have called his work instead, not home, especially not at this time. It’s the wrong time as well.
But something keeps her from hanging up. She watches the stained foam and is desperate. One signal sounds; two, three. Right after four the other side picks up and the woman’s heart beats harder. But she frowns when she hears the voice.
“Yeah?”
It’s a surly, frustrated boy and completely unlike what she expected. For a second she wonders, but she quickly decides that this is not the voice of someone she knows.
“Who is it?” She hears someone call in the background and this voice she does recognize. Her heart punches her ribcage again. He must have grown since last time she saw him, when she drove there and secretly watched him from her car. Two years have passed and they grow fast in that age. Fifteen is centuries from thirteen. She wonders if he’s still loud, grinning and full of energy. Maybe he dyed his hair.
“I... I’m sorry, I’ve got the wrong number,” she says.
“Don’t worry about it,” the unknown boy mutters. He must be a friend. She sits with the phone against her ear for longer than maybe she should when he hangs up.
She wants to wake up in someone’s arms and know that she’s done it ten thousands of times before and will do it again until she or he dies. She wants little real life angels to come shuffling soon after, crawling into the bed and asking her for pancakes with honey, like she had when she was a child. She wants to smile and say ‘sure’ and send them off and then kiss her husband and tell him that she loves him.
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by Mashiro
Naruto fandom, series, no spoilers
AU, BOYS LOVE: Naruto x Sasuke, Kakashi x Iruka, Lee x Gaara
first time: July 8th 2008, Tuesday
second time: January 27th 2009, Tuesday
.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the rights to the Naruto series or characters and I make no money writing this. I’m just a fan. This is fan fiction.
.
.
71: Mother
.
Epilogue 3.1: Sadako
.
.
A woman sits in a café and cradles a cappuccino in her hands. She studies the stained foam and thinks of the snow that now frames the roads in the city. The snow never stays white for very long here. It’s sad, but at the same time she loves the city. She can’t imagine an unstained cappuccino.
She was supposed to meet a man here an hour ago, but she has lost hope that he will show up. They met through a dating site and have talked many times online and on the phone. She doesn’t know why he hasn’t shown and tells herself that it’s his loss, not hers. She tells herself now that she was not in love; it was just a charming picture (most likely not even his) together with a nice description (fake, of course) and a deep, sensual voice (frustratingly, that had to be real). She tells herself she did not think of that voice and that face and that physique in bed last night when her hands wandered and she imagined the end of their first real date of many, after dinner, a movie and drinks at her place.
Five years have passed since she passed thirty and she has five years left to find someone. Time moves so fast. One day she was young and life was ahead of her and now she is running to keep up. She will not admit that she is desperate, but deep down she knows that she is.
She knows that there are many qualities to her life that makes it a good one. Her job pays well, it’s fulfilling and what she spent four years in university to educate herself in. It gives her just the right amount of challenge and lets her grow as a person. She has many friends, good looks, a lovely apartment in a good district and a pleasant personality (or so she’s been told). But the man stays away.
Suddenly, without thinking she pulls out her cell phone, finds the second number on U and presses the dial button before she can change her mind. As soon as it’s done, she does, change her mind. This is the wrong number. She should have called his work instead, not home, especially not at this time. It’s the wrong time as well.
But something keeps her from hanging up. She watches the stained foam and is desperate. One signal sounds; two, three. Right after four the other side picks up and the woman’s heart beats harder. But she frowns when she hears the voice.
“Yeah?”
It’s a surly, frustrated boy and completely unlike what she expected. For a second she wonders, but she quickly decides that this is not the voice of someone she knows.
“Who is it?” She hears someone call in the background and this voice she does recognize. Her heart punches her ribcage again. He must have grown since last time she saw him, when she drove there and secretly watched him from her car. Two years have passed and they grow fast in that age. Fifteen is centuries from thirteen. She wonders if he’s still loud, grinning and full of energy. Maybe he dyed his hair.
“I... I’m sorry, I’ve got the wrong number,” she says.
“Don’t worry about it,” the unknown boy mutters. He must be a friend. She sits with the phone against her ear for longer than maybe she should when he hangs up.
She wants to wake up in someone’s arms and know that she’s done it ten thousands of times before and will do it again until she or he dies. She wants little real life angels to come shuffling soon after, crawling into the bed and asking her for pancakes with honey, like she had when she was a child. She wants to smile and say ‘sure’ and send them off and then kiss her husband and tell him that she loves him.
.
.