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At times like this is really makes him wonder;

What are friends?
What do they do?
Do I even have any?
Am I a good friend?

Lately the answer seems to be no which only further dampers the questions the blonde recruit has been searching answers to.

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    Days pass quickly when you're working on autopilot, which is clearly visible when Cloud, one of the more timid recruits, actually volunteers to demonstrate the proper handling and firing techniques of the rather large semi-automatic the low level SOLDIERS all seem to be equipped with. He assembles and loads the weapon without a word, steadying it towards between his chest and shoulder to reduce the backfire. Azure hues dilate, a small flicker of colors bursting through his mind; silver, black, brown. And then it was awfully quiet.
 

Smoke.

    His hand was clutched tight around the handle of the gun, index finger attempting to push the metal of the trigger back into the rest of the gun where it didn't belong. Before him the target was pierced, a few bullet holes had been aimed directly at it's heart which was now nothing more than a pile of stuffing on the ground around it. The class stood, mouths a gape at this sight and rather sudden burst of violence seeping from the tiny boy.


    Quietly he excused himself from the class, boots making a small clicking noise on the pavement of the shooting range floor until he reached the outside. Witch a sudden burst of energy he bolted. He ran until the barracks were gone. Until the pavement of the base was replaced with dirt and grass. Until worried classmates were but an after thought.


What did one exactly expect when they joined a military force anyways? He found brotherhood and a permanent home. But what of friendship? What of acceptance?


Legs too sore to run anymore he stopped, collapsing to his knees on the forest floor. Slowly with all the discipline he had retained from his training he broke down and began to cry.

What of love?

Current Mood:

gloomy

Totally ninja'd from Zakkum's lj. x3 And now...how bad am I? << -Scrolls to do said test thingy.-

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Current Location:	...Duuuur.
Current Mood:	drained
Current Music:	Avenue Q - It sucks to be me

-Insert drum roll here.- I hate people! Yay! -Golf clap.-

If you're one of the ones that I seem to bug regularly, reply to your random words or just plain accept your existence, you should really be grateful. That means that I don't have some sort of dislike for you.

Now I don't mean to sound like a whiny little bitch but I'm rather sick and tired of being ignored. No one talks to me unless I start the conversation, even the ones that use to always talk to me. Some days I don't even know why I come online at all really, not like anyone is going to leap up just because I'm here. 

Ever think that I IM you because I happen to like you and want to talk? I mean its not really that hard of a concept to grasp is it? It shouldn't be. 

If you think I'm over reacting then you're probably one of those people who don't talk to me. You're probably with someone. Hell, everyone is with someone. I never find out until its old news. I can't find roleplay partners because they're already attached and when I do, which is slim to nill, I'm just the side piece. There to relieve boredom when the main piece is away or busy. Its really, really starting to irritate me. Do I seem bitter? You better believe I am. :D 

Now,I'm not trying to sound like a negative Nancy because there are some of you that I absolutely adore. You few actually talk to me and care what I say. I can't begin to tell you how much that means to me. 

Please keep talking to me! I can never have enough friends like you guys...although I wish I could speak with some of you more than I do.


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For those of you on my Yahoo messenger list that actually take the time to read this...please,please at least let me know if you don't reply at the end of this. I'm kind of curious as to who cares and actually reads these things.

Current Location:	Do you really care?
Current Mood:	discontent

Naruto: Fears your violence, although he doesn't really show his frightened state.

Sasuke: Wishes he didn't know you.

Sakura: Believes she could easily beat you to pulp, but she can't be TOO sure.

Kakashi: Thinks you could be less HARSH when it comes to beating him up. *points to bruises*

Ino: Hates you, but won't tell you. I think you know why.

Shikamaru: Loves to battle with you, but gets bloodied up pretty bad by the end.

Chouji: LOVES his chips.

Rock Lee: Thinks he can beat you, and you guys battled once. Still haven't heard from him...

TenTen: Believes you can beat the Hokage.

Neji: Is traumatized.

Hinata: Covers Neji's eyes whenever you pass by.

Kiba: Thinks you're no threat.

Shino: Says that you should marry Orochimaru.

The Akatsuki: 0.0

Orochimaru: Thinks you're hot. (You can be either a boy or a girl)

Your Village: The Sound Village

Your best friend(s): Not anyone we know...

Slave(s): Anyone could be your slave if you threatened them. 

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...xDDD; Wow. Wtf happened here? Even I'm not sure...and why does the creepy phedophile have to think that I'm hot?! Waaaaah D:

Current Location:	Anywhere away from other people...ugh.
Current Mood:	pissed off
Current Music:	K-OS - Sunday Morning