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Purin loves you, too

PURIN LOVES YOU, TOO

A/N: I have NO idea if this will get published, or if I've already posted this here, but whatever! :3

Purin opened her eyes and stretched, yawning. As she rubbed her eyes, she glanced at the calendar. She could already feel herself becoming more depressed at the date that the calendar showed. It was the anniversary of the day he died.

Purin sat up, rubbing her golden-brown eyes. “Today isn’t going to be fun, na no da.” She whined to herself, pulling open her closet door. The fifteen year old searched through the depths of her closet. “Here it is!” she exclaimed, pulling out a plain black dress. “I haven’t worn this since last year, na no da.” She sighed. “Purin only wears black today, na no da.” She pulled on the dress, making sure not to tear it.

Purin stepped out of her room. “I’m going out!” she called to her siblings. She could hear her brothers snoring. HeiCha walked up to her older sister. “You’re leaving, na no da? Should HeiCha come with you?” The younger girl looked up to her big sister with wide, sad puppy dog eyes.

Purin smiled. “No, no, HeiCha! I have to do this on my own. Take care of your big brothers while Purin is gone, okay?” Purin grinned, despite the depression and despair she was feeling.

HeiCha slowly nodded. “Okay, Onee-chan.” The twelve year old gave her best smile. “When you come home, let’s go out for ice cream, na no da!”

“Yeah.” Purin said, turning as she walked out the door. “But I have to go to work after, na no da.” She started to run before her little sister could give a reply.

Soon, she came to their spot on the hill, the hill that they had always been together at. At the top of the hill stood a tree. “This is the tree we said goodbye at.” Purin muttered. She then started to climb up the tree. For the monkey girl, it was easy. “Where I gave him the candy drops.” She dropped her head and let the tears come. “I learned that you died two years ago, Tar-Tar. Were you watching me?”

That day, two years ago, when Purin was happily working in the café. Kish had staggered into the café, bandaged and teary eyed as he fell to the floor.

“Eh? What’s Tar-Tar’s friend doing here? Do you want Ichigo? She’s not here right now, na no da!” Purin chirped, kneeling next to the alien boy. “Do you want Purin to make you a drink, na no da?”

Kish looked up. “It’s you...the yellow mew-mew...”

“Yup! That’s me!” Purin laughed. “How’s Tar-Tar doing? Will he visit soon?”

“No...He can’t.”

“Huh? What do you mean, na no da?” Purin leaned down, helping Kish up. “Is he busy?”

“No...I..I’m sorry, Purin-san...” Kish choked up. “But...Taruto...he...he’s dead...he was killed...after we brought the Mew Aqua to our home planet, there was...a great war...for power. We fought to keep peace. Taruto...He was one of the many who died. I’m sorry.”

Purin’s world went black after that.

“Yeah...I remember that, na no da. Kish-san was very sad...so sad...” Purin’s eyes were downcast. She sat down in the tree. “Purin never got to see Tar-Tar again, did she? Purin can’t even...go to your gravesite. It’s so very far away, and expensive too. So I hope Tar-Tar can hear me right here.” Her delicate fingers traced the tree branch. “Can you hear me, Tar-Tar?” she leaned against the tree base. “Can you hear me? I love you too.”

“Taruto...His last dying words were... ’I love Purin...please tell her I love her...for now and always...’”

“Purin loves you, too.”

The One Who Loved You

THE ONE WHO LOVED YOU ... ...Naruto... Naruto looked up at the woman besides him. She looked about seventeen or eighteen, with long, trailing brown hair. He couldn’t see her face clearly, but he could at ...

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Your Friend

YOUR FRIEND

PREQUEL TO MY LITTLE BROTHER!

A/N: I know what you’re saying: WRITE THE PREQUEL BEFORE THE ACTUAL STORY!! ...I know that, but this had to come after I wrote it...if you clicked on this and had NO idea it was a prequel, please read the story My Little Brother first. It won’t make any sense otherwise.

Wonder if this is going to get published or not...

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“So she was alive all those years”

“What about her daughter? Was she alive, too?”

Whispers surrounded Konoha that day. It was the day that Kushina, mother to Uzumaki Naruto, was having her funeral. The woman had died three days before, contrary to the popular belief that she died during six years previously, during the battle with the nine-tailed fox. Rumors had spread that she was actually alive, but no one believed them...

Until now.

A young blond girl and a white-haired man in a mask stood by the casket of the red-haired woman. The girl had tears streaming down her cheeks, while the man silently tried to comfort her. Everyone knew who that white haired masked man was--Kakashi Hatake, of the Sharingan eye. But just who was the girl? Could it really be the daughter of the Fourth Lord Hokage, thought to be dead? Whispers spread throughout the funeral as the third Hokage approached the blond girl.

“So you are alive, Hime-san.” The old man whispered in his quiet voice.

“Huh?” the girl, Hime, looked at him in confusion as she wiped her eyes. “Of course I’m alive.” She adjusted her headband, which resided around her neck. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Hime turned to Kakashi. “Kakashi-nii-san?”

Kakashi sighed, closing his visable eye. “It’s a long story...But isn’t it obvious? Kushina-sama abandoned her newborn son after the Kyuubi was sealed into him--she was afraid of him. She ran with Hime-chan.”

The old Hokage nodded. “I see...Very well. There’s nothing I can do about it now.” With that, he walked to the casket, quietly paying his respects.

Hime turned to Kakashi, anger in her eyes. “What’re you talking about?! My younger brother is alive?! Why...? How...? Why didn’t you tell me?! Why did mother abandon him?! What are you all talking about?!” the eleven year old girl was near tears again, but not for her mother.

Kakashi sighed again. “Listen," he started, "Your mother and father made me promise to protect you.” He kneeled down to Hime, his hand on her shoulder. “What your mother did was wrong. Remember that. But I couldn’t tell you. Your mother made me swear not to tell you.”

“And why not?!” Hime demanded.

“Because she was afraid.” Kakashi opened his eye, deadly serious. “She was afraid of the Kyuubi.”

Anger swelled inside of Hime. She angrily turned away from him and ran off, using her father's special Thunder God Jutsu.

Kakashi sighed. “There’s no way in all of hell that I could catch her now.” He turned to the casket. “See what you’ve done, Kushina-sama?”

--

Hime ran. Hime ran as fast as the scroll her father had given her before he died had taught her. She ran and ran until she didn’t have enough chakra to go on. She looked at her surroundings as she panted. She was at the ninja academy. I haven’t been here in years. She thought. She looked around. Young children were playing all around--except for one.

One sad little blond boy sat on the swing, very alone. His face made it seem he was very lonely.

That must be him. Hime thought. Her mind raced. What should I do...?!

Quietly, she approached the boy. Hime was silent as he looked up at her.

"You're Naru--?"

A rock cut Hime off. It smacked the tiny blond in the face. A bunch of older boys, even older then Hime herself, were laughing and throwing more rocks at the boy. Naruto’s face filled with tears as he ran away.

Hime turned to the older kids angrily. “What the heck is the matter with you?!” she yelled, stomping over to the boys. They just laughed and ran away while Hime sobbed.

I couldn’t...I couldn’t help him...my baby brother...I couldn’t help my baby brother...!

Hime straightened up. “I will help him.” She said to herself. “Kakashi-nii-san can help me become strong. Then I can help my baby brother...Naruto-kun...” The young girl turned away from the academy, away from the lonely swing, and away from the tears and her weaknesses. “I’ll protect my baby brother.”

One year passed by in the blink of an eye.

“Congratulations, Hime!” Kakashi smiled, popping a noisemaker. “For becoming an ANBU at your age is incredible!” anyone could tell that Kakashi was very proud of the twelve-year old girl, whose mother had died not even a year ago. “It’s amazing that you were able to reach this rank at your age! How did you do it?”

Hime smiled, “That’s a secret.” She putting on her dog ANBU mask. “I need to go somewhere. See ya!” She shouted, jumping off.

Kakashi-nii-san is proud of me...I’m so happy...! Hime smiled underneath the mask. She knew exactly where she needed to go.

As she approached the Academy, she could already see the sad, eight-year old blond boy, almost asleep on his swing. Hime immediately went up to him. “Naruto-san.” She said, reaching out her hand and patting the young boys head. “Don’t be sad. I’ll watch over you.”

Naruto blinked. “Who’re you...?”

Hime smiled, turning her back to the child. "Your friend." She said simply. Hime then jumped away.

Naruto blinked again. “A dream...? She was a nice lady...”

THE END...?

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A Relic Of My Past

A/N: Just me, reminiscing on the past. Yay. It’s quite cute and a bit angsty. At least, that’s what Squeechan thinks. Please R&R.

A Relic Of My Past

I looked at the building that had been my middle school for the past three years as my mother’s car pulled away from the parking lot. I walked up to the building, almost tearfully. It was the very last day of school--and the last time I would ever be with all my friends together. Soon I would be moving to another state, three hundred miles away.

I walked through the front door of the school, my eyes glued to the white-and-blue tiled floor. It would be the last time I would ever walk these halls, I realized. After that day, the tiled floors, the elevator, all my teachers--I would never see them again. I quickly wiped my eyes as I headed up the stairs for the last time.

First period hadn’t started yet, and already I wished that this horrid day would end.

I walked into my first period class--Social Studies, with one of my favorite teachers. One of my best friends, Joe, was in this class with me. He was sitting at his desk, a grim expression on his face which had replaced his normal cheerful attitude. He looked up as I walked into the room and settled down in my seat, which sat across from his. “Hey,” he said, trying to give me a faint smile.

“Hey,” I said, trying my best to also smile.

I glanced at Joe as I tried not to blush. This was the guy who had fallen for me over a year ago--and I had fallen for him. The road had been rough over the past year, and we currently were not dating--he had broken up with me for another girl--but that didn’t matter to me. He was still one of the only friends I had made in my few years in middle school.

And today was the day I would lose him.

Soon, first period began. Our teacher instructed us to go into the gym, where we would be spending the last day--with our friends. The entire seventh grade was gathering there--meaning that the last day of school was for goodbyes.

Like mine.

As soon as Joe and I walked into the gym, I noticed a mousy brown-haired girl seated next to the gym entrance. One of my best friends, Sarah, was sitting there with our other best friends, Maria and ‘Silver’. Linda, also known as ‘Hayen’, a girl whom I scarcely knew but whom I considered a friend, was also sitting with them. I quickly grinned as I glomped Sarah. “Nya, Sarah-nee-chan!” I exclaimed as Sarah let out a yelp of surprise. I couldn’t help laughing. Maria laughed with me, and Silver only smiled gently, her eyes sad. “Hey, everyone!” I said cheerfully.

“Rishi, you’re such a boob,” Joe said as he sat down next to Sarah, taking her hand. This was the girl he had broken up with me for--he had been in love with her for years in vain. She had finally accepted his feelings and returned them, which had made me happy.

We all laughed.

This was the last time we would be able to laugh like this…

Linda was listening to everyone talk excitedly, only smiling. She was a quiet girl at first, but when you got to know her a little, you realized she was just as insane as the rest of us.

Soon, we shuffled to the cafeteria for lunch. It was all going much too fast. I wished that the day would never end.

Sarah handed me a pink bag as soon as we settled at our table. “Here,” she said with a smile. “It’s your going away present.”

I quickly opened the bag to find huge plastic bag of brown sugar (my favorite!), a ring, a note, and a stuffed dog. I put the ring on my finger as I opened the note, with Sarah's trademark netspeak scrawled on the paper.

Dear Rishi—

We’ll all miss u after u move. If u ever get sad or lonely, just squeeze the stuffed puppy. It barks, but it gets REALLY annoying after a while. When it barks, it means that me or Maria or Silver or Joe or Linda (etc, etc) care about u and don’t want u to be sad.

BTW, the dogs name is Sugar (I figured you’d like that :D), but you can name it whatever u want, like maybe Naruto or Sarah. :D

--Sarah

I smiled. “Thanks, Sarah.” I said, hugging her for the last time.

--

It’s been nearly two years since that time...so much has happened, it makes my head spin. Silver and I remain to be friends to this very day, making sure to call one another every day or so, even though my life seems to be getting busier and busier with all my new friends and such. Joe and I haven’t talked for a long time, but we remain friends, if in name only. Maria and I also don’t talk as often as we used to, but I know for a fact that we will always remain friends—especially after the port-o-potty incident.

...Linda, she was killed not even a year after we said goodbye--I had not talked to her since that day, although I did try and I regret the fact that we hadn’t had a proper goodbye.

As for Sarah?

She decided that she had never liked me the spring after our goodbyes--her betrayal still hurts to think about. I haven’t made contact with her since two days before her birthday. She had attempted suicide after one of the last letters she wrote to me--a little before my birthday. It makes me wonder how she’s feeling at this moment, but I dare not ask.

I still have Sugar. He seems to be one of the few things that can comfort me in a time of desperation and sadness. He sits on my bed as I type this up. Although I still feel hurt when I look at him, I’m slowly healing.

A relic of my past that won't go away...

END