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Drabbles not for Utena...this cannot be?
I'm bored. I can't write very well, or much, right now. Most of my stories have come out nominally or not at all. Bad slump, I guess. A pity since school is going to start Monday and all this free time will suddenly vanish. Damnit. Is it possible to find meaning for one's life in say oh...*checks watch* three days?
Screw it. I'll live meaninglessly. Here's some drabbles from Naruto. My goodness, people write about other fandoms?
He feels he has forgotten his own name.
He has his dream now, respect and acceptance. All because of his title he received at the expense of his name. Even friends, who have less awe for him than the villagers, no longer say his name, replacing it by teasing him as "Their Honorable RokuDaime."
It makes the acceptance feel hollow.
He stares at the photos of those who have given their names up before him, and he is lost.
Arms encircle him, dark hair brushes his cheek, and a deep voice mummers in the dark.
"Naruto."
And he is found.
...I prefer to think of the unnamed one as Neji, but that's just my bias speaking.
Then I went and screwed her streak up by writing one of my own. (Siphoning off genius, so like me...) Sakura POV no less. I can't help it, I want to redeem the character because it hurts me to see how undeveloped she is.
Strength is more than just one great act. She learned the hard way that strength is more than symbolic gestures and well-meaning words. It is constant, like breathing. Strength is found in the moments when no one was looking. Not even yourself.
Sakura has always been self-conscious. She has never analyzed something without thinking about herself first. She understands the knowledge makes her better. Smarter. She knows it also holds her back.
She wants to be like Lee, like Naruto, who do things for her without seeing how it affects them.
And then Sakura realizes strength is just like love.
Damn creative difficulties...
Screw it. I'll live meaninglessly. Here's some drabbles from Naruto. My goodness, people write about other fandoms?
He feels he has forgotten his own name.
He has his dream now, respect and acceptance. All because of his title he received at the expense of his name. Even friends, who have less awe for him than the villagers, no longer say his name, replacing it by teasing him as "Their Honorable RokuDaime."
It makes the acceptance feel hollow.
He stares at the photos of those who have given their names up before him, and he is lost.
Arms encircle him, dark hair brushes his cheek, and a deep voice mummers in the dark.
"Naruto."
And he is found.
...I prefer to think of the unnamed one as Neji, but that's just my bias speaking.
Then I went and screwed her streak up by writing one of my own. (Siphoning off genius, so like me...) Sakura POV no less. I can't help it, I want to redeem the character because it hurts me to see how undeveloped she is.
Strength is more than just one great act. She learned the hard way that strength is more than symbolic gestures and well-meaning words. It is constant, like breathing. Strength is found in the moments when no one was looking. Not even yourself.
Sakura has always been self-conscious. She has never analyzed something without thinking about herself first. She understands the knowledge makes her better. Smarter. She knows it also holds her back.
She wants to be like Lee, like Naruto, who do things for her without seeing how it affects them.
And then Sakura realizes strength is just like love.
Damn creative difficulties...