What have we done, to make you hate us
What have we done ,to make you leave
We were a team a family.
Now we are enemies...
You left us broken
Shattered .
But...I promise
I'll bring you back!
Days turned to weeks,
Weeks turned to months,
Months turned to year
Until the day, nature decided to reunite us,
Even though, we meet each other again
It doesn't change the fact, that were apart between
Darkness and Light.
I couldn't bring you back
But I won't stop trying
Because everyone deserve a chance to be happy .right?
Gaiden Gen. - Plans Change by PunkXgal, literature
Literature
Gaiden Gen. - Plans Change
Titel - Plans Change
Rating - K+
Warnings - ickle bit of language (not bad at all T.T), AU - Obito survived the accident when he was 13.
Couples - slight hint of ObiRin
Summary- Things don't always go as planned, but that isn't necessarily so bad.
Obito gets promoted and isn't entirely sure what to do with the new title he earned. [ a little drabble about the life of our Uchiha Missfit ]
Disclaimer- i don't own these awesome people, i do own this story.
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The Jounin sighed and tapped his foot impatiently, he glanced down at his wrist only to realise he wasn't wearing
Prize for Eliza
Rating - K+ ...maybe T...think K+ lol
Warning - Shounen-ai ; Boys kissing!!! *Gasp*
Couple - ObiKaka (Naruto)
Disclaimer ... i don't oooooown Obito or Kakashiiii .... wish i did though T.T
The brunette couldn't stop the curses and hisses from escaping his lips as he slid down the hill, lifting at least one foot as the other reached the surface. If it was possible, he'd gladly free both his feet from the evil white fluffy stuff underneath him. But gravity is a bitch.
Kicking against frozen bark, he forced his body to a halt. While balancing on a root that conveniently grew above ground to save him from the cold, soggy gro
Obito sighed. Wincing slightly every now and then as the blood rising to his head formed that annoying pressure at the back of his skull. his fingertips twitched lightly when they came in contact with the cold red plastic that had rolled toward him. He tilted his finger lightly, pushing the round toy away. It rolled slowly over the wooden floor, past the brown fur-ball , against the wall opposite from the room. Both the high-class shinobi and the equally as high classed ninken watched the red object bounce a few inched back from concrete wall, laying still seconds later. Both stared back at each other, waiting silently.
" what was the