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Ladies and gentlemen, I am not afraid of the dark, nor will I ever be. The idea of simply being scared of the absence of light seems a bit ridiculous to me, as it is nothing more terrifying than the presence of light. No readers, there is something much more terrifying than Dark, It is inside the Dark. You cannot see It. It sees you. It's glassy eyes always travel leisurely over your form and you can do nothing to stop It because you see nothing to lash out at. The mind tells you there's nothing to scream at, but your gut tightens into a more gnarled mess every second It stares back at you. It's presence in the human's domain would be quite

I see it every day I've heard it all before. Mom accepts me, but doesn't let me show. Daddy just stares and remains quiet still. People sat that school is hell Home's not a lot better. My own sister shouting ''Gay!'' and "Dyke!'' It's hard to think That she's the fist person I came out to. Yet they apologize for their rude behavior Say they accept me Say that they don't care. And life goes on. Until the family reunion. I make a comment, I voice a simple thought. The room goes silent All eyes go to me. My family hangs their heads my aunts twitter nervously as their husbands shuffle and mumble. Grandparents turn their back

Tango Part 1; Waltz. This unusual story started with a brunette standing outside a studio. Icicle Dancing the plain wooden sign read. The man, Umino Iruka, smiled and the ponytail on the back of his head seemed to bob up a few inches. For years he wanted to dance professionally. Normally, he would have settled for any studio, but this was a once in a lifetime chance! These auditions were rare for people who were too old to join the beginner’s classes. They usually happened every five years or so.  That and if he was accepted, they were willing to give him a membership that normally he definitely couldn’t afford. Iruka ne

Sasuke stared out at thin air while sitting in the room or Orochimaru's hideout he was staying in. His thoughts were wandering again. But no matter what he was preoccupied with oen person same to mind. His blond hair, his blue eyes, tan skin, scarred cheeks. Even his obnoxious clothing. How had he changed? What is he doing? Sasuke shook his head as if to physicly get those thoughts out of his head. He was gone. He had been left behind. Sasuke walked away from his best friend...with no regrets...right? Sasuke sighed and rolled over on his bed, hugging himself. He whispered bitterly, "No regrets, huh?" Finally, he hefted himself up. Might as

Tango Chapter 4 The Proposal (no not that kind) AN; Gaara is 13, Iruka is 25 and Kakashi is 27 Kakashi stared, Iruka stared right back. Until they both broke down and laughed until they had to fight to stand up. “So what do you say?” Kakashi asked.  The blank look gave him enough of an answer. “New job? Dancing competition? Ring a bell?” “Ooooh yeah… I’d have to quit my job first and then what about the other guy that teaches the kid’s classes and I have to figure out times in the new schedule that I can visit-” Iruka was cut off as Kakashi  clamped his hand over Iruka mouth.  “Yes or no.

There comes a time when one realizes that a friend is more than a friend. No matter how deep or old that bond is it is true and precious. As of now I am sitting at my computer with one of my best friends sitting a few feet away. It is strange that this idea has sprung from this moment in time. In this silence that fills the air in the room I am sitting in I cannot help but feel as if that I wouldn't be able to stand some of the utter shit that life throws at me if my friends were'nt there. As I'm pouring all of my fellings into this plastric keyboard my mind is a flurry of what my friend means to me and what I mean to her. And as if this key

Chapter 3; Kakashi’s place 30 minutes later found Iruka standing in front of an extremely nice nieghborhood . Whoa… Tentativley, he reached up to knock on the door, but surprisingly the door decided to run away from Iruka’s fist and replace itself with one silver haired man. Iruka blinked. “Kakashi-san.” he said politely. “Ah, Iruka-san. Come in.” Kakashi  stepped to the side. A few minuets later, Iruka was sitting on a black couch. Iruka studyed the man sitting next to him, who was figeting (very slightly) and was obviously feeling cornered. Inwardly smiling at the Kakashi and his (somewhat amus

Chapter 2; Meetings and enemies Iruka raced home to his slightly shabby, but his, apartment. The second he stepped into the room he was on his rear with a 12 year old ball of energy latched onto him. “Did you get the job? Are you into that studio?” The questions bounced off of Iruka like a ball off of a brick wall. “Naruto” he gasped. “I can’t tell you if me suffocate first.” After the arms stopped constricting his windpipe Iruka told Naruto the results. Three floors down people heard a yell, a thump and then a shout. More like a lot of shouting, but whatever. Mysteriously sounding like ,”STOP DOING TH

Tango Part 1; Waltz This is the story of an extremely unlikely pair. Iruka, a nobody from the ghetto of New York with a passion for dancing. And Kakashi, a high class big-shot heart throb of a dancer. Will Iruka teach Kakashi to kick back and enjoy life? Will Kakashi teach Iruka how to trust him? This unusual story started with a brunette standing outside a studio. Icicle Dancing the plain wooden sign read.  The man smiled and the ponytail on the back of his head seemed to bob up a few inches. For years he wanted to dance here. Now that auditions were being held he was finally getting the chance to do what he wanted to. Not that

The meaning of life... We all want to know what that is. I've thought about this my whole life and I have finally narrowed it down to 3 conclusions. 1. The meaning of life is life itself. ~ I say (well literally type but, whatever) this  because everybody says that ,"Life has a meaning and I'll find it!" Right? Why doesn't that person back up and see the grand scheme of things? During life you live , and when you're life is threatened you defend it. If the meaning of life was, say, dogs. We'd all want dogs. Thus my conclusion. 2.The meaning of life is searching for a meaning to be alive. ~ If this is true we would all get all get a go