To my most important person

To my most important person

‘Sai, when the right time comes you will also meet your most important person.’

But you are my most important person, can’t you understand aniki?

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My brother told me once when everything was still unclear to me that someday I will find my most important person too, just like he did. For me I didn’t need anyone else, I didn’t treasure anyone else but myself and him. The rest of my childhood was a blur but that day was the clearest thing in my memory, even until now.

My brother who was not even related to me by blood went home for the first time after he went to Tokyo to work, to introduce his fiancée to us. I never really knew my father so when he came to the house with my mom I became attached to him, he was my role model and my best friend, the closest thing to a brother, and I had wanted to become like him, I was really proud. But I didn’t understand why I felt betrayed by that news when I’m supposed to be happy for him.

The wedding never came because our mother had passed away three weeks before it, I didn’t know what to do and didn’t want to accept my brother’s comfort. I was still sulking like a brat because I was a brat and I was still hurting. He wanted me to come with him to Tokyo and live with him—together with his fiancée. Normally life would have been much better had I just said yes.

I declined out of self pride and stubbornness and the last I heard of him, was his plane crashing to pieces on its way back to Tokyo.

Whether I was relieved that I didn’t come with him or regretful that I wasn’t with him I didn’t know, I was still a child.

Three years after, I already forgot about him.

And three years after I realized what my real feelings were for him.

Why I remembered after all that, I’m going to tell you later.

+++

I watched with something akin to amazement as that broken bulb on the single working street light fought for another minute of lifespan, flickering as if a dying firefly and buzzing like a bee. I was huddled up in a corner, the darkest one away from the rest. The cold filtering in through my poor excuse of a shirt where a rag would be better to look at than the ‘thing’ I was wearing. I stick my legs together and curl tighter to make my feet go under my thighs, feeling the warmth of my numb flesh and the biting cold of the dirty cement. Every breath I take makes little puffs of air and I use them to warm my hands that were no better than any part of my body.

There were days where I would have loved to run around the streets pick-pocketing for a small change to ease my hunger, this was not one of those days because it’s so cold you could hardly move, because it’s so cold you couldn’t even force yourself to take a piss.

“Hey mister, h-how about it… just food and shelter for the night…” The desperate attempt to beg caught my attention and I turn into the guy mere yards away for me probably a year younger than my age. He’d been around here for some time but I wasn’t interested enough to know any names, we’re all not interested to know any names because all they’ll do is disappear quickly after an introduction or to, as for me I just wasn’t interested to know about him, pretty much like how I take little interest in the world around me.

Many of the lots had lifted heads as well, some moving to get the only person that had walked in this alley for the entire day. I caught his smirk and I knew he walked here on purpose, there are many who would do anything to give one’s self even for just one night of security and warmth. And there are many who would kill for a mere fifty yen. Even for just a grub to eat.

The stranger looked my way and I gave him a deadly stare, not a glare, just a look that is enough to tell him to keep his business between him and that kid alone. Unfortunately I’d rather die in the cold.

‘Listen well, Sai. A man is only a man if he is able to live with honor and self respect, he is only able to become a man if he possess the courage to take responsibility for acting his principles. Remember that there will always be a way better than the last resort and there will never be a last resort if you do not give up. And that is how you defeat the emperor of the Shadow castle and win extra points!’

‘Cheater! Honorable my ass! You know where all the hidden escape routes and ammos are!’

The night is getting well into midnight and I was beginning to regret my past actions, I grit my teeth because of the cold and the feeling of reluctant regret, hating myself for imagining the sumptuous dinner and breakfast, the warm bed and flesh next to my body. There’s no use wishing to turn back time, I could only hope for the night to go faster which was more possible than the latter.

Just one nod and I would have been in that kid’s place, but the price I would have to pay of that one night burned the regrets in my mind and suddenly I was thankful I had declined. I turn my head to the direction where the stranger had come and went and expect another of the kids there with me to be taken away. I shut my eyes tight and convince myself to sleep, force even.

And then I smelled a hint of baby cologne mixing in with the cold air and heard an uncertain careful voice, when I opened my eyes out of pure curiosity I was looking at a pair of mud-caked shoes in front of me and a little warmth seeped into my body. He was blocking most of the snow falling on top of my head and I looked up, his face dark from the flickering street lamp.

“Excuse me… Um… I’m kind of lost, s-sorry to disturb your sleep but could you tell me which direction leads to Kirin villa?”

My eyes lit up in recognition of the famous guarded subdivision and I take note of his friendly smile halfway hidden from the orange scarf around his neck. Orange. Of all colors.

“I know, but ‘ya see I’m too hungry to move… and my hands are already itching because of the cold.” I smirked a little looking up and rubbed my hands for emphasis, everybody else knew what the gesture meant. But the guy must have been an idiot because he said-

“Oh sorry for being inconsiderate. Here.” He stepped back, next to the light and allowed me to get a full view of his face. Blonde and blue eyed, a typical foreigner who is fluent in Japanese. I just watched him tilt his head and raise his arms, his gloved hands lifted and unwound the scarf off his neck and walked to my direction. I couldn’t move out of surprise and before I knew it he was kneeling in front of me and putting the thick scarf around my dirty neck.

‘Quit squirming this’ll take no more than a minute!’

‘But it looks itchy!!!’

‘No it isn’t! It shouldn’t be! I made it!’

‘But you suck at it! And I hate it, why does it have to be orange of all colors it’s too girly!’

‘Because I want to see your reaction while wearing this, and now that I did I knew I chose the right yarn! So shut up and sit still or you’ll get frost bite!’

‘Ow! Why’d you hit me!? Big brothers are all evil!’

‘Yeah and you’re going to miss the EVILNESS of your big brother once I move to Tokyo!’

‘No I won’t!’

‘Definitely you will!’

The material was expensive and I sighed of its warmth, of its softness like I want to sink in it. And then he was taking my hand and that self same soft texture I felt when the side of his palm brushed against my cheek but a warmth far more intense and real than any scarf could give cupped my own hands and moved them to fit snuggly into his gloves.

The tips of his hands were blushing pink and long like that of a slender candles’, his wrists looked soft and thin, fragile to hold inside the cuffs of his shirt and coat.

“I can’t give you food right now, but if you help me find my house then I promise to make you dinner. Now that the cold’s not a problem anymore, can you try to stand up?”

I felt a different heat crawling from my neck up to my cheeks and I curled my toes not out of the cold but to erase the tingling feeling at the tips of each digit.

A warning flashed before my mind and it reminded me of that man earlier but his friendly smile made me trust a stranger which I never did and we walked out of the alley together.

I’ll think of what to do next later, for now I want to look at him a bit longer than the street in front of me. Because he’s more interesting to look at than any flickering lamp posts or the repeated lumps of the piling snow.

+++

He lived—in a castle.

At least to a brat not even old enough to drink energy drinks.

Expertly wielded metal gates and trimmed bushes covered in snow.

Marble porch. Tiles and carpets and immaculate interiors.

“What’s wrong? Come in, that scarf can only warm you so much, but this house is better isn’t it?” The words barely registered in my mind and I just watched him strip his coat and shoes, years back I had lived in an average house, the things I was seeing right now I only saw on T.V. or on soap dramas which had extremely wealthy villainous characters. I had no idea I was gaping until he snatched my hand from outside the door to the entryway and closed the door.

He stripped off the scarf and pulled down the gloves and I longed for the warmth, although I had to agree that the house was better in warming me up still I longed for the soft touch. My head inched away in response as a tanned hand approached my face, but the hand was faster and the back of it brushed against the side of my cheek.

“Easy you’ve got some dirt on your face.”

I suddenly became fully aware of my grubbiness.

I could only look down out of shame and I was alarmed even more when I saw my torn shoes with muddy snow beginning to melt on the immaculate marble floor.

“Well? Come on in. I did promise you dinner didn’t I?”

“Uh… I… uh…” I was obviously being an idiot trying to sputter some poor excuse to get out and back into the cold streets, there was something about that unhesitating offer of kindness and gratitude that made me feel embarrassed to take.

“What’s your name? We’ve been walking for one and a half cold hours but you haven’t said a thing about yourself.” People don’t normally ask these questions to a filthy fifteen year old kid like me and I wasn’t used to being asked about myself, people just… didn’t really pay interest in a filthy street rat like me.

“I’m Naruto, and you?” He held out his hand which I gravely hesitated to take. That clean warm hand wouldn’t even flinch as if it was expecting me to really take it. But I didn’t, he took my hand instead and smiled. I nodded dumbly, for it couldn’t be described as anything but dumb.

“Ahh! I’m really tired!!!” He exclaimed, making me wince a little and he stretched out his arms, bending his waist this way and that. “I bet you’re tired too. Usually a warm bath is good for aching muscles, we have been walking for two hours right? Sorry dinner’d have to wait! Come on! The bath’s this way!!!” Without saying another word he grabbed for my arm, making a beeline for the elegant steps, dragging me along and crossing the long corridor upstairs until we entered a room.

This man is kind. Was what I first thought of that conversation.

It was bigger than my room when I was in elementary, and the bathtub-which was black by the way-was larger than aniki’s bed. It was like being in a hotel suite’s bathroom and it embarrassed me even more, more so than the fact that he was already starting to strip in front of me. Sorry the man knew nothing about inhibition.

“Wa-wait! I didn’t—!”

“What? Make yourself at home, it’s rare I have visitors over. Sorry but I just get excited whenever I meet people.” He stripped off the shirt, the belt, thank god he kept his boxers on. Only because he was going to start stripping me. I firmly declined and he only consented when I agreed that I’d take a bath with him.

“What’re you, are you infected by rabies or something? It’s not like I’m going to drown you.”

Remember those boxers I was talking about? Yes, those orange boxers that kept his modesty at bay and my sanity in line. They were gone now, too. As well as mine.

‘Awww! Little brother’s shy with his peepee! Have you grown hair in there already?’

‘Sh-shut up!’

‘What’re you getting so worked up for, it’s just a bath, we have the same parts.’

‘Hmph, mine’s bigger! They’re going to get bigger... eventually!’

‘Oh? Try to catch my size then, wait for five years let’s see who wins. The bigger one gets free dinners for a year!’

‘No way! You have a job, I don’t!’

‘You can always cook… you always help out mom in the kitchen.’

‘I’ll make sure to poison you on tonight’s dinner.’

‘Oh you wouldn’t do that, you love me too much.’

For a twenty-eight year old guy he pretty much acts like he’s four. Throwing bubbles and pulling my ankles from underwater the pranks were endless and his giggles and my whimpers and sighs echoed in the large bath.

“Are you always this bubbly? What happened to the stereotype strict looking stone-faced salary-man image?”

“Hm? Oh I don’t work, actually this day was the first time I went out so I got kinda lost even with the map. I ended up throwing the damn thing away since I couldn’t read it well, so you could guess how I regretted my actions so much.” We chatted to fill the comfortable silence as we emerged from the large bathtub which was probably made for two people. I made sure that he went out first and kept my face down until he threw me a towel, trying to keep a giggle inside him but failing.

“You sure do talk a lot for an old guy.”

“Hmm… yeah.” He gave a thoughtful look, eyes looking up the ceiling and lips in a thoughtful smile, as if he was accepting the fact that he really was already old. I took that opportunity to flip and slip the robe and towel strategically around my body.

After that he brought me to his room but I only stood by the entrance, feeling weary all of a sudden. He never said a word for it, probably because he knew of my doubts, we ‘were’ strangers after all. I wonder why I felt bad for feeling that way.

He looked for some clothes and tossed it onto me before carrying some for him and entering another door inside his room. A king-sized bed and dark walls and ceilings, navy blue floor to ceiling curtains covering the walls and floor to ceiling glass doors leading to the balcony. I thought the room didn’t look like it belonged to him.

By the time he came out of that room he was already dressed, so I’m guessing that that was a powder room and I was already waiting for him by the door. I dared to enter the room but only so I could get dressed and went back to my original position. And then the first thing he did was chuckle.

“Guess that means you really couldn’t wait for dinner anymore. Let’s go downstairs.”

The kitchen was as elegant as all the other rooms I’ve already visited and I sat on one of the stools as I watched him make dinner for the two of us.

‘Can I help?’

‘No mom! Big bro’s going to kill us all!’

‘Shut up girly-boy!’

‘Who’s a girly boy, small-penis!’

‘If girly-boy’s no good then it’s penis-guy! Since you’re so obsessed with my penis! Ha! How’s that!?’

‘… I… I’m not!!!’

‘Penis-guy is bluuuushing! Penis-guy is bluuuushing!’

‘Oh stop it! Go and play somewhere else you’re distracting me!’

‘But mom-’

‘Go!’

“Whoah… you had three servings, I can’t believe there’s someone who’s got appetite this big other than me.”

“Sorry.” I muttered in embarrassment. To be honest I wasn’t paying attention enough to count how many servings I had eaten. The food wasn’t special, hot milk and leftover chicken and tuna casserole from last night, he said. But he was talking interesting things and I was hungry, I was just listening and nodding and putting everything that my spoon can scoop from the plate inside my mouth. But every spoonful tasted like it was from a three-star restaurant. I didn’t even notice that the only time that I could pause from repeating that same thing was when he had to take the plate away and put another serving in it.

“What are you sorry about!? It’s thanks. That’s the word you’re supposed to say at a time like this.” He laughed and slapped me on the back before collecting the utensils in front of me.

“I’m actually happy, it’s been a long time since I ate with someone like this.”

I wasn’t able to see his expression since he had already turned around to put the dirty plates and utensils on the sink. There was silence for a while until the sound of soft water from the faucet interrupted it.

“You live alone?”

“No.” He looked over his shoulder and smiled reluctantly. “So it makes it even worse.” It was the same smile I used to use frequently in front of my late brother, and to everyone else’s eyes, I never knew how it could make someone as beautiful as him look ugly because of it.

He started washing the dishes and I stood up, wanting to offer unneeded help.

“Oh, you didn’t dry your hair fully. You’ll catch a cold if you’re not careful.” He scolded me lightly and he pulled the towel draped around his shoulders to squeeze the remaining water out of my hair, bending down a little so he could reach down the short height of a thirteen year old kid.

With the sound of keys clinking and the door from the living room closing shut, my mouth paused from moving and I froze.

“Naruto. Who’s this?”

That was when I started questioning the measure of a person’s love.

He was every bit different from Naruto. He gave off a different aura, something that told people to stay away from him. From the dark hair to the sharp eyes, I remember Naruto mentioning something in the bath about someone looking like me.

This man was definitely him.

“Sasuke. You’re early today, what’s up?” Naruto grinned casually and I turned and bowed, trying not to look intimidated without being disrespectful. He looked down at me like a giant would to an annoying prick on the foot.

“Naruto.”

“Hmm? Oh, you didn’t call! We should have waited for you! Have you had dinner already? I can cook something up-”

“Who’s this?” He kept his eyes on me as if one stray look and I would be gone in a flash, it was the same look the police gave me when I was caught pick-pocketing one time and I had to stay in juvie for a while.

“Oh! You see I got lost and I asked him for directions, since we’re already here I thought I’d ask him to stay for dinner. Don’t worry Sai’s a good kid! Aren’t you, Sai?” He glanced at me as he lightly ruffled my hair and I looked up in question, feeling the palm on top of my head tremble ever so lightly.

“Lost.”

“Hmm?”

“How will you get lost if you never go out of the house?”

“Ah well… we ran out of candles and… the news said there will be a black-out at midnight due to a snow storm…”

“The subdivision has generators.”

“But the generators are faulty!” Naruto whined like a little girl but Sasuke remained indifferent, he just narrowed his eyes on me and I felt a sense of fear towards him.

“We have stock in the basement.”

“Eh? We do?”

“You were the one who put them in.”

“Oh… uh… I guess.” He chuckled nervously and he scratched the back of his head. I wanted to step back but it was as if my legs had frozen as Sasuke slowly approached the two of us by the sink.

“You went out?”

“Yeah… sorry for not telling you.”

“And you let a stranger inside the house. A stranger. Naruto.”

“Oh come on, he’s just a kid. What could he possibly--”

I let out a gasp and held my breath. The slap was so crisp and hard it echoed in the kitchen and made Naruto’s head snap to the direction of Sasuke’s hand. As Sasuke withdrew his hand and returned to his side, I saw a trickle of blood ooze from the corner of Naruto’s lips, the side where Sasuke had slapped him.

“Never do this again. Understand?” Naruto’s hands were braced on the rim of the counter and I noticed how his lips trembled as they tried to move. Sasuke. The hatred I have of this man is immeasurable.

“Ye-yes…” Sasuke’s eyes rolled to my direction and he narrowed them at me, I glared fiercely.

“B-but…” Soon as it gave me attention it left me again, those dark eyes, as they focused on Naruto’s form. Even I was curious as to what he has to say. I hope he fights back, I hope he kicks him or punches him one way or the other. Hell if I could reach his face I would have.

“Th-there’s a snow storm coming up… c-could we let him stay until it subsides? It’s dangerous… since it’s my fault for bringing him here.” My mouth hung open in disbelief, so wide that I had to put my hands over them to keep the trembling sobs that were forming in my chest to stay where they were. Inside.

I missed Sasuke’s reaction for I was staring hard at the floor, genuinely designed black leather shoes and bare feet, compared to my own little ones I couldn’t compare to them. God was clearly telling me alone by the size of our feet the differences between us. How I have nothing to do with their discussion. But I heard a sigh, a sigh I knew that belonged to that man.

“Suit yourself.”

After a while, when I thought it was safe to look up again. Sasuke called out to Naruto.

“Naruto.”

“Y-yes?”

“You forgot my welcome kiss.”

And just like that, with me right beside them, fully aware of my presence, Sasuke swooped down and grabbed Naruto’s head. He kissed the mouth that he made bleed, he opened it wide and I saw him thrust his tongue in. Saw the cut corner break new skin and more blood dripped down his chin mixed with their spits.

Naruto was embarrassed and Naruto wanted to refuse. But somehow he was accepting the kiss and surrendering before the fight even began. He couldn’t even whimper for the pain, because even his voice was being swallowed by that greedy man.

+++

Naruto obviously avoided the topic by means of silence as he led me to what was to be my makeshift room. He apologized, saying how the room’s dusty and that the only thing he could take care of were the sheets. He… also apologized for letting a minor watch a scene like that. I shook my head and apologized for imposing, adding something about how I see worse things in the streets in the joking manner but he dismissed my show of gratitude and left me in the room, giving me directions for the bathroom and the kitchen so I could go if I wanted to get a drink or take a piss.

I was oblivious as to how deep was the night already or if midnight had already come to pass. The black-out did come and the generator only provided for the heater and some lights that spent lesser electricity to work. I kept flipping on the large and warm bed. It was soft and had many pillows I could grope for comfort, there was a ceiling and there were walls. But sleep never came to me as if my body had gotten so used to cold floors and naked skies that sleep was avoiding me.

Finally I got up and sighed, feeling my throat dry. I remembered Naruto’s words and went out of the room, pausing to remember which door belonged to the right room before leaving for the kitchen downstairs to get water.

+++

The interior of the house gave off a different aura than when it was still full of light, it was dim with the emergency lights and I could barely find my way through the kitchen. I was tempted, to steal something and runaway, they probably wouldn’t even notice, I contemplated while opening the fridge. Food, clothes, money I could have all of them. I was used to the cold, I wouldn’t die being caught in a snowstorm I could always get shelter.

I closed the fridge, had my drink and hurriedly walked up the stairs trying to make the least sound so as not to disturb them. Lucky I didn’t get lost, I found the right door which I left open since the doors looked all the same. But I didn’t know why my hand stopped from opening the latch and I turned curious eyes towards the room on the opposite end of the corridor three doors away from mine.

Even before I realized what the consequences of my actions could do me my feet were already moving of its own accord, I ignored the shadows being cast by the elegant furniture and candle sticks, the glitters of the small chandelier hanging by the high plastered ceiling and walked and walked to that room.

But as I was about to press my body against the wood and open the latch in a strategic way that I know wouldn’t make a sound I suddenly paused. The door was opened ajar, small enough for the people to see if someone was outside their room because of the darkness but big enough for me to lean my head forward and take a peek.

I curled my hands that were leaning on the frame of the door out of anxiety, because no matter how much I tried, the scene of Sasuke hitting Naruto across the face kept repeating inside my head. The blood, the crisp sound of the violent meeting of the flesh and how he had inflicted additional hurt on the wound underhandedly with a kiss.

I could barely stop myself from creating a scandalous noise in the corridor as my hands shot to cup on my mouth, letting the incoming gasp of shock stay inside my throat. My eyes were wide as coins I could tell and my feet acted like it had been nailed on the floor.

The rustling of cloths were evident as well as that indescribable musky scent lingering in the air inside the room. I thought the lump on the bed was too big for it to belong to a single person because the last time I checked the both of them were slender. I thought I heard a mouse, squeaking under the covers, long alabaster posts that looked like it belonged to full length figurines moved this way and that. And then when a stray lightning illuminated the skies, it seeped through the open window.

It was so abrupt, that if I wasn’t staring hard enough I would have missed it.

As a child I was curious of all things adult, years back when my brother or my uncle wasn’t around I’d sneak into their room and secretly watch adult videos, I was amazed by their lusty moans and scripted movements and I couldn’t forget the first time I felt the heavy stirring on my lower abdomen after watching one of those things. I didn’t know at first what to do with my body, why my body felt so hot all of a sudden and why my hand itched to release my boxers.

I could very well say that that feeling could be compared to what I’m feeling right now, watching them with utmost amazement and admiration as the one with the spiky bright hair rose from his lying position above that cruel man’s body like a flamingo’s graceful neck lifting from dousing its head underwater.

The squeaking sound which I mistook to belong to a mouse belonged to none other than Naruto as that same sound repeated again, only a little louder when he opened his mouth. There was a single dying candle right beside the table, not enough to get a full view of their appearance but the defined lines of their shadows on the floor gave me a very suggestive image in my head as to what they were doing.

Every suppressed gasp and the creaking of the bed, was burned into my mind as I continued to watch unable to peel away myself from the sight.

“Sasuke…” It was Naruto’s voice, unlike what I’ve heard before it was hoarse and out of breath. Hands roamed across his chest and he braced himself over Sasuke’s own trying to get their rhythm together as he bounced up and down.

Once I couldn’t handle the tightness in my lower abdomen anymore I fled to my room, making sure to shut the door in silence and lock the latch for good measure. I have never seen two men do that before, it was always with men and women, wasn’t that the norm? But not seeing one doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist. It was there, and I noticed something that I didn’t see on those poorly made scripted adult videos. There was a connection, as if even if they don’t think of what to do their body would be able to tell how to act and react.

I had a homosexual neighbor once and my mother ranted about how disgusting he and his ‘boyfriend’ looked together while she was cooking our dinner in the kitchen. I didn’t know but something about what she said pissed me off even though I didn’t care about that neighbor of mine and I never took interest in knowing anything about the latest news about him and his lover, how he had become like that and why it was always men he was after.

Remembering Naruto and Sasuke’s image, I wasn’t disgusted at all. It was… beautiful.

Trying to keep that image in my mind I climbed on the bed, covering myself from shoulders to my toes. My fingers groped for the waistband of my borrowed pajamas and I blushed even more knowing who it belonged to. I had done this once when I was a child, but only once since it didn’t interest me anymore. The release from the tight coil was intense pleasure for a child like me who’d seen such a thing for the first time, but after that I just… lost interest in it. Staring on the ceiling I closed my eyes and hissed as the digits of my fingers made first contact with my sensitive flesh, my heart beat faster and felt as if warm liquid were flowing from my toes up to my head that I had to curl them as I palmed my sex.

Gulping down to wet my throat I started to stroke it up and down, my stomach tensed every time my fingers reached the tip and it felt as if I didn’t drink anything at all. I tightened my grip and imagined just how tight it would be if it were my cock in Naruto's ass instead. As the rhythm of my hand went fast under the covers my head dug deep on the pillows and I suppressed my moan as the oncoming climax built up by degrees and as soon as I realized I was on the edge the most unexpected image suddenly flashed in my head like a stray memory that wasn’t even supposed to be there.

‘Sai…’

“Aniki…!”

The gasp I let out as soon as I realized what I had just said shocked me beyond comparison more than with what Naruto and Sasuke were currently doing three doors away. I wasn’t even halfway done from the euphoria coming down when I shot straight up away from the bed to contemplate why my mouth suddenly moved to form that word that I haven’t even said in three years.

“Oh shit…” I stared like an idiot to the mess I’ve made on my palms and didn’t remember how I was able to return to sleep after cleaning up.

“Oh. Shit.”

PART I END

I’m in a pretty bitter mood right now so I can’t imagine how I was able to finish this up. Note: I had to watch guys jack off (on TV) repeatedly for me to be able to pull this off properly, and I think it sucked, needless to say but I’ll say it anyway that my effort was pointless. What can I do? He’s thirteen he can only imagine so much and I didn’t want this to appear as perverted as Answer the Phone. And no Naruto didn’t top! Naruto will never top as long as I’m the writer involved!

Naruto: Fuck you!!! (To Shuu)

Sasuke: No, Fuck you Uzumaki… :smirks to Shuu:

Naruto: Aww you all suck! :Puts tongue out:

Sai: Gladly. :Leer:

The rest of the semes which are all the male characters of Naruto except Naruto of course: Rrrrr :Purr: Don’t you think we’re all indebted to Shuu for this? :Nods nods:

Shuu: :Squeals:

K. Masashi: Fuck you! :To Shuu:

Shuu: Offer? :Hands out Gaara by the scruff of the neck:

Gaara: :Growl, crosses arms:

K. Masashi: Le Gasp! Gross, man!!!! :Runs away: Fare thee well beloved characters!!!

Naruto: Noooooo!!!!! :Attempts to follow K. Masashi but is grabbed by Shuu and the rest of the super semes:

Shuu and the rest of the super semes: :Leer: He-He-He…

And that is why I now own Naruto!!!!

Eherm :Clears throat:

To write on a first-person perspective is a first for me. I’ve tried before but I didn’t publish it because of the criticism I’ve receive—from myself. Yes, I read repeatedly and I edit endlessly but still not enough until I give up and finally publish it, and when I know that it’s boring, exaggerated (come to think of it all my fics are exaggerated, but exaggeration is the art of all fics, right?) or remind me of someone else’s work that I admire then I pretty much just throw it into the trash bin.

And so, little explanation for the guys who didn’t get something about Sasuke’s sickness right? I’ll get to that explanation part on the second part. :pouts: You know who you are you should thank me for writing about that part especially for you. To be honest I never intended for Circles to be followed much less have a second part, but I guess those reviews really do work miracles.