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Role PlayNasuke sighed. "Tohru, go home! Otousan and Chichue will be mad if I'm not home when they get home!" Tohru's lower lip stuck out in a pout. "But I'm bored and I don't like my neighbors..."
Kirsti stood between them.
"Tohru, I really think you should head home or if it is okay with your parents you can come visit Nasuke for a play date." She smiled.
Nasuke visibly flinched and Tohru's face lit up.
"Really?" Tohru asked. When Kirsti nodded Tohru seemed cheerful. "Okay, then. See ya later, Na-chan!" Tohru waved to Nasuke and walked away in the opposite direction.
Nasuke sighed and mentally gave up. He leaned against the brick wall and placed his arms behind his head; resting.
Kirsti looked at him "I dont know why you are annoyed by him; he seems like a nice kid." She smiled.
Nasuke looked at Kirsti with an unfathomable expression. But it quickly changed to a huge grin.
"Yeah, well I've known him for the longest time. People sort of get on your nerves after ten years,
Under The Rain 4Naruto walked down the main street of Konoha. There was the pitter patter of the rain off of the shops and houses. The sky was dark and the air was cold; the breeze nipping at his ears and nose. He rested his large umbrella on his right shoulder.
He walked home with Sasuke. Their mission had just ended. The stupid cat was faster than usual. Naruto glanced at Sasuke. Sasuke walked with his hands in his pockets, his raven hair plastered to his face from the rain, his cloths soaked. Sasuke seemed to not care about the rain; he walked on.
Naruto frowned, concerned. He walked closer, trying to raise the umbrella over the raven. Sasuke glanced behind him, annoyed.
Stop sticking to me, dobe. Sasuke shot, his eye twitching.
Like Ive been saying! Naruto huffed, obviously miffed. If you hate sharing a
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