Bite sized drabbles
Staind- “Take This”
Sakura had decided she had had enough.
All those years of loving him unconditionally, of forgiving him for deeds that should have caused anger and hatred to simmer in her heart had amounted to nothing.
He had turned his back on Konoha for dead. His brother was dead and he still refused to return, choosing instead to wage war on the place he had once called home, to spit in the face of all the friends who had diligently believed in him for so long.
No more.
Sakura wanted to love him so badly, and wanted him to at least acknowledge her in return. But now they weren’t even on the same side
She couldn’t do it anymore. She couldn’t keep the faith the way Naruto seemed to, always smiling in the face of disaster. She wouldn’t make excuses for her childhood love anymore.
She was through with Uchiha Sasuke, and next time they met, it would be as enemies, and she would act accordingly.
Jack Johnson- “Dreams Be Dreams”
Shikamaru was something of a daydreamer. While watching the clouds drift through the blistering blue summer sky, head cushioned by swaying blades of grass, his mind drifted as well.
He imagined himself in other places, living another life, one where his profession didn’t include taking lives and having to watch the deaths of those he loved.
Weird Al Yankovic- “Pancreas”
Everyone knew it was bound to happen sooner or later.
The only reason he had lasted this long was because his tastes were suited more towards barbequed beef and potato chips rather than sweets. Even so, his body was bound to feel the strain of his constant over-eating eventually.
“Chouji,” Sakura frowned, seeing he had once again managed to sneak in a bag of his favorite snack into his hospital room. “You’re never going to get better if you keep eating that junk. That’s what got you here in the first place. Give them to me.”
“You’ll have to pry them from my cold, dead fingers,” the bed ridden man said through a mouthful of greasy chips.
Sakura glared, cracking her knuckled menacingly.
“That can be arranged.”
Van Halen- “Women in Love”
If there was one thing Kakashi strived to avoid, it was relationships.
He loved women, adored them in fact, especially when they were in his bed…naked…calling his name. But more often than not, after the initial roll in the hay, they wanted more, wanted commitment, wanted promises, wanted to see under his mask, and those were things Kakashi simply couldn’t provide.
Some called him a womanizer, a pervert, but in his opinion, that wasn’t exactly fair. He was always careful never to lead any of them on, making it clear that whatever happened between them was a one time thing, but some how or another, the female species always seemed to think that sex equaled love.
Sex was sex, and love was something Kakashi was not eager to experience again anytime soon unless it was of the strictly physical variety.
Third Eye Blind- “Wounded”
She came to the bar every Friday night like clockwork, unless of course she had to put in extra time at the hospital or she was away on a mission, and every night he watched her from across the room, never talking with her, but just observing.
He could see the changes in her since she had started dating the latest man in a long line of generic men she hoped could fill the void Sasuke had left in her heart. He doubted any of them meant anything to her and he wondered if her newest toy knew it too. He suspected the finger shaped bruised on her arms, the ones she had forgotten to heal, were proof of her boyfriend’s anger at never being able to really gain her love.
Yamato shook his head. Sakura was beautiful, breathtaking now that she had grown up and filled out, and yet that beauty was dulled by dark circles under her eyes as she downed her alcohol wordlessly, hoping it would wash all the pain away.
Red Hot Chili Peppers- “Savior”
Pein was unaware of the rain falling from the gray sky overhead, unaware of his drenched cloak, now heavy and sticking to his skin.
All he could see was the vast city before him, a landscape of dirty buildings and gaudy lights. He could just imagine all of it burning, the buildings, the people, the pain and war and sadness, all of it burning under his watchful eye until it was all gone and only peace remained.
One more jinkurichi and his plan could be set in motion. He would control this world through fear, become a hated tyrant for the good of the world. His path would be lonely and his friends few, but he considered it his duty, his destiny.
If nobody else would save this world, then he would. He would break the never ending chain of hate and revenge and cleanse the world in blood.
He would come with his fire and destruction, a savior to the few that survived.
Switchfoot- “New Way To Be Human”
Gaara had been called many thing while growing up in his home village: monster, demon, the devil himself, were a few of the nicer nicknames he had earned. After a while, he had started to believe he really was as terrible as everybody had made him out to be. He was a dangerous creature, an inhuman beast, and he had acted like one.
But all that had changed the way he had met someone just like him, and yet so incredibly different Gaara had hardly believed it.
That blonde haired boy had smiled at him, unafraid, and convinced him that he was indeed human, and just as capable of making friends as everyone else.
With an outstretched hand, Naruto had offered to be the first of those friends he would gather and has changed his outlook both on life and himself.
Deep down, Gaara was not a monster after all.
Nightmare Before Christmas OST- “Jack’s Obsession”
Tsunade and Jiraiya were very concerned for their teammate.
The pale skinned member of their three man cell seemed more concerned in shutting himself up in his laboratory, conducting endless experiments, searching for something perhaps even he couldn’t name.
“What should we do, Jiraiya,” the honey-eyed blonde asked worriedly.
The man folded the note book he was currently writing in, a collection of notes for a novel he hoped to write someday.
“Nothing for now, Tsunade. Perhaps his fascination with scientific experiments is just a phase.”
Fantastic Plastic Machine- “Dear Mr. Salesman”
Ichiraku smiled as Naruto wolfed down his third bowl of tokotsu ramen, hardly pausing to chew the noodles as he slurped them down happily.
As long as Naruto was around, eating at his stand daily and dragging his friends with him to do the same, it seemed like he would never be wanting for business. Naruto’s appetite for noodles was enough to keep his small business going by itself and the elderly man definitely noticed a drop in prophets whenever the smiling blond was out of town on a mission.
“One more please!” Naruto exclaimed after counting out the bills in his frog shaped wallet.
Ichiraku grinned. If everyone spent like Naruto did at the ramen stands, Konoha’s economy would be booming.
Evanescence- “Going Under”
Sai hadn’t slept well in weeks, not since the incident on his last mission. It chilled him just thinking about it, remembering how his body had been paralyzed by the enemy’s poison tipped kunai.
He had fallen into the river, the cold, dark water had swallow him, dragging him to the bottom where the hallucinations had started immediately.
Sakura said the frightening visions were also a side effect of the exotic and deadly poison, but even now he couldn’t get the visions out of his mind, the nameless faces twisted in agony. He couldn’t even pick up his pencil without finding the horrific images spilling out of his fingertips and onto the paper, and he wondered if he would ever find solace in sketching or sleep ever again.