Dream - There was no previous mention of the scrap Uchiha, first of all. Secondly, as a reaction Naruto, there are children even younger than 8 years, so that they can respond. Closes in on itself .. (Tak. .. like me when I was 6 years ... but it pomnińmy). So this reaction should not surprise. As to when he had to kill all those people .. Well it was 7 years .... and it is not enough. Of course, I hope you continue to comment and I am glad that you're doing it honestly and not to force you say super, cool, kawaiiiii ... xD Yours and chapter 2 is dedicated to you. I hope that my picture Uchihy anyway you like it:)
And now I invite you to the next chapter:
Lost Hopes ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~
Part I - Two lives
Chapter 2 - Sakura Petal *
Kruczowłosy boy rested his head on the top of benches and completely bored with drawing something in a notebook. English lessons it is usually totally bored and did not see the point in pretending to listen. Not depending on anything was a favorite of teachers, forgive him anything in exchange for some vanquished Olympics. The boy never liked the teaching, so he learned. Knowledge alone getting to his brain and stayed remembered. The innate intelligence of the average excess of the threshold did with him a genius, for whom we are not careful.
The school was recognized as the most handsome boy, so every girl wanted to make an appointment with him, pick him or just talk to him. Unfortunately, his antisocial behavior has long discouraged the majority of them. Some like Sakura Haruno persistently claimed that they mean more to him than others.
speaking of Sakura girl had long hair almost to the waist, rzucałaby probably not so in my eyes, if not how great a detail. Well, young Haruno dyed her hair pink, no one asked why, many rumors circulated, but no one was even close to the truth in part. No one except this guy with an unpleasant look. His name is Sasuke Uchiha.
school which went Sasuke was the most expensive private school in Tokyo. Nevertheless, the truancy occurred to him very often. Professors do not have that against him, some do not even entered his absence. His victory gave him and assess the opinion which would not be able to break even set fire to the school.
However, since a few months ago a teenager was seen at the school so infrequently that they treated him like a guest in the classroom, not the student. One of the reasons that it came only a few tests and completely avoided the lesson that, thanks olimpiadom had already taken into account, was the above mentioned person, with pink hair.
kruczoczarnymi make to head covered with hair gel, which belongs to Sasuke, of course, slightly turned toward the window repealed. A look of his black jak noc oczu padło na drzewo rosnące w parku szkolnym. Pąki kwiatów japońskiej wiśni zaczynały rozkwitać, pokazując światu swe kolory. Wiosna zbliżała się szybciej niż ktokolwiek mógłby przypuszczać. Pierwszy rok w tej szkole nie przyniósł brunetowi o niej dobrego zdania. Wiecznie zmuszany do rozmów i nękany przez dziewczyny miał jej całkowicie dość i z utęsknieniem oczekiwał chwili, w której zaczną się wakacje. Wiedział dlaczego jest tak traktowany przez rówieśników i starszych uczniów. Jego nazwisko nadal budziło respekt, choć świetność firmy jego ojca już dawno przeminęła.
Outside, a gust of wind tore the flower petal rozkwitniętego recently. White like the snow swirled in the wind dancing with the breeze. Sasuke looked at it blankly. It seemed to him that he lived somewhere like a minute. The memory was so vivid that we had heard a lullaby which she sang to him every day at bedtime.
little boy was only six years already prepared to lay sleeping. His black hair contrasted strongly with the white linen, and equally deep black eyes looked with confidence to a woman sitting in front of him. His mother looked at her son with love. After escaping from the house of her first son collapsed. When Sasuke came into the world tried to do everything in order not to lose him as Itachi. Out her hand and lightly touched the hair of the child. What a smile appeared on her little face added strength every day. She felt sorry for her husband that after the escape of original closed in on itself and avoid any kind of meeting with his son. She knew she was afraid be hurt again, that does not have the courage to create such an uncertain relationship. But after all she had to feel sorry for him.
mother began to sing a lullaby that she sang for him. It put together when the boy came into the world.
Little my Sasuke-kun, sleep longer Squint your eyes
sun sleeps, the stars in the sky already contains
Guard will you when to sleep utulisz the
his Moon eye one day
Ukołysze whole world of your
So sleep, the wind playing a melody you
invited to dance in my dreams ...
boy listened, looking at the same time as the window spin sakura petals. Their dancing like a slow passage of time. It touched the ground, he was asleep.
woke up at first, wishing to rush like the wind on the hill where yesterday he met a new friend. The boy with blond hair who always smiled. He did not understand why. The kid that was able to laugh even when they were running and he tripped and tore the whole knee. Sasuke admired him. He knew that the wound hurt, because even there are drops of blood on the boy's eyes flew tears but still he laughed, and his eyes sparkle with joy lurked all nothing unusual infectious disease of happiness. Naruto, because he called a new friend Uchihy, it was impossible to dislike. No matter what the age was, he could charm anyone in a manner not fully understood by the human mind, and the more the mind of a small boy as he was Sasuke. They knew only a few hours and feel as if they were brothers. Competed in everything, and even though winning haired, cheerful glimmer of happiness did not leave the blonde eye for even a moment.
However, there are over two hours the young Uchiha gained permission to go. He ran to a place where I date. And there he found crying on a swing colleague. The pain which he saw in his eyes, remembered forever. He did not know what to say, but boy, it warned.
- My mother - said, sobbing. - It ... It is dead. - Grief is usually contained in the voice of a smiling Naruto was like a knife aimed straight at the heart of a little Sasuke. He did not know what to do. What to say. The scene overwhelmed him, was too heavy as on his small shoulders. Not much thought has escaped.
Never again after not seeing a friend. He learned that his father moved to Tokyo. He did not know whether the desire to discover the former "brother" was one of the reasons for not wishing to oppose the father to send him to this particular school.
turned their eyes away from Sakura petal, thereby severing the memories. It's been nine years, he should forget, he was a little kid back then. He knew that no matter what his friend certainly has changed. He had only hope for the better.
* sakura-Japanese cherry, it is not the name (Prov. author)
The next chapter will not appear until 01.12.2010 because I see no interest in my blog.
(Maybe oneshot that I'll add some of the time, but sure is not:))
cordially invited
The next chapter will not appear until 01.12.2010 because I see no interest in my blog.
(Maybe oneshot that I'll add some of the time, but sure is not:))
cordially invited
If I do not find the road itself, sets it ... "L'histoire est un roman qui a ete, Le roman est une histoire qui aurait pu être." History is the story of what happened, story-story that could happen. 
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