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Kakashi and AnkoThis is my first fanfic. Eeek!
Written 02.42 in the morning. *Turns out to be a night-owl*
This fic is dedicated to Kakashi and his love. Who is she?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, so don't sue me. Ne?
The peaceful you.
You're so relaxed. Is it because of the atmosphere in your own home? Does it feel safe? I certainly feel safe when I'm watching you. How do you do it? You never seem to have nightmares. On the contraire, I have. So I often spend my nights watching you sleep, sitting beside you hugging my knees. You see, I don't want to disturb you. Not when you're like that.
This night, ironically, your face is covered by your sheets. This night, you chose not to wear your mask for a change. Your hand is also close to your face is if to be sure that nobody can see what you're hiding. When, in fact, you're not hiding anything. Your face is as normal as can be, besides from that scar dashed over your left eye -But people know of that, and beside the fac
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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