Naruko uzumaki - Chapter 4Naruko uzumaki - Chapter 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On the acedemy
naruto's pov :
"naruto where r u going?" sasuke's asked me
"sasuke.... naruko is late i must go im worried" i answered
"i have a bad feeling my self" sasuke though on him slef "im going with u loser" i told naruto
"ok lets go!!" i shouted
on the way we saw a guy with black cout and a laying body on the floor and there was alot of blood
"wha- what is happining here?" i shouted
then me and sasuke went to see what is happining
then we saw
naruto&sasuke "NARUKO !!!"
naruko's pov :
"ugh sas... sasuke na ... naruto ... stay away" i said
"WHAT HAPPINED TO U NARUKO?!!" naruto screamed even tears was fallin by i could say
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No ale cofnijmy się kilka godzin.
Wracam do domu. Opatulony szalikiem, czapka zsuwa mi się prawie na oczy i niewiele widzę. To niesamowite, pomyślałem, że gdy zdarza ci się jakiś wypadek czy upadek - nie kategoryzujmy, bo wiadomo, o co chodzi - wszyscy nagle myślą, że jesteś trędowaty. I że zarażasz. Złą passą.
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Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green,
When I am king, dilly, dilly, you shall be queen.
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Feel the anger rushing through my veins,
It starts to flow,
The adrenalin, I feel it.
My legs that stood firm go slightly weak,
I am almost shaking,
shaking with anger.
My vision wanders slightly,
All the blood within me rushes,
My heartbeat quickens,
I step up to the challenge,
I don't let people kick me when I'm down.
You need not harass me anymore.
As I say:
How dare you do this?
You suddenly just turn around,
Expecting me to take the lash,
The lash of your boredom and tiring patience.
How dare you treat me this way?
When I have only slaved for you.
You turn around and put me down for it all.
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If my knees crack and bend me to the ground I will catch you and pull you there with me.
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Chapter 1: Life Lessons
10 ½ months later
Youre late. Japa said in a low tone, never averting his gaze from out in front of him. Keno leapt up the rocks to the tip of the large boulder to join his father.
Sorry, Pop. Nix and I were just --, Japa released a growl just loud enough for him to hear. Excuses are like tails everyone has one. Japa said.
Not everyone, Pop! Keno put in with unneeded enthusiasm. Nix said he once met a wolf whose tail got torn off.
Japa cleared his throat, but Keno didnt seem to hear, for he continued, Well, at least that