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Sleeping Beauty KissTitle: Sleeping Beauty Kiss
Summary: Love is being willing to give up everything, even your own life.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto but it is fun to play with the characters so I do. It'd be nice if I got paid for it but I don't.
Dedicated to: Anise because she's a sweetie so I asked her for a prompt and she wanted NaruHina
Naruto stared down at Hinata, asleep on the cot. He had never really looked at her before. Not until she'd shown up to save him anyway. Even when he'd cheered her on at the chunin exams or been on a team with her. He'd seen her fight and it wasn't that he hadn't thought she was amazing, he knew she was. She was strong and she didn't give up; it was just that she was so quiet that when she wasn't doing something like that she slipped his mind. Now it was different. Now he couldn't get her off of it.
"You're really pretty, Hinata-chan." Naruto kept his voice quiet, not wanting her to wake up or anyone else in the medic tent for that matter. S
NaruHina Love Story Ch 33
Chapter 33 The Real Sixth Hokage.
Naruto and Danzo are in the middle of an intense stare down, 'Don't blink, don't blink,' Naruto thought staring at Danzo with the best glare he had.
'Pish, this kid is pathetic there is no way he can beet me at a staring contest. I'm oh crap I just blinked,' Danzo thought.
'Yes I won!' Naruto cheered inside is mind. "What are you still doing here anyway?" Naruto asked trying to make Danzo feel stupid. Danzo opened his mouth to answer but Naruto ignored him, "What I meant to say was thanks for keeping my seat warm until I got back, but your help is no longer required or your new unethical rules," Naruto said.
Danzo stared at him with an eye full of hatred and resentment. "Listen to me carefully Naruto. You don't want to be Hokage," Danzo said slowly.
Naruto sort of chuckled, "I don't want to be Hokage? Have you lost your I don't want to be Hokage," Naruto said.
"That's right, you think I would make a much better leader an
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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