Holy sh*t, like damn! The story was so intense and yet still so very... soft(?) in its delivery. It was subtle yet point-blank. It was awesome.

so beautifully written ~
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I get the Eliot references. :D This feels so like detective film noir, with black streets and rain and the sound of footsteps on rough, wet pavement. Everything here is black and white, except for Naruto's eyes and the blood from where he punched through the window. Like Naruto's the only source of color. I felt half-suffocated reading it, and then at then end, where I should expect to feel sad, angry, tragic, I only feel relief for Sasuke. Is that wrong? I ask because I don't know.

This is a heavy, clever piece that would do just as well labeled original fiction. I enjoyed it immensely.

Now if this is humor,let me tell you and the rest of sane(funny) normal people that this is not, but i guess it all depends from where you are standing in the whole scenario.
You are an amazing story teller, its a pity you leaved your profile witter.
Are you a professional writer under disguise? you certainly can be one considering the totality of your work^^

*wibbles* i'm trying not to cry because i am at Uni at the moment. i loved this so much. you are a brilliant writer

that was completely unlike anything from this fandom I've ever read. bravo.

kjsfnd I love your writing
good ending, and it didn't make me feel sad

Hmm very trainspotty. I loved the ending.

That was really... beautiful. Amazing. It was so artfully written. Great job. This is definitely going on my faves.

Awesome. This is awesome and I can't do more than command you on your fantastic wording skills -- you have a nigh perfect way with words. I've read a lot of fanfiction over the years and you are one of the few ones with a distinctive literary style. You should get published, you really should. You've got everything going for you.

None of your imagery here is awkward or forced; it just flows and doesn't jut out. It's also brutal; reading your work hurts, but in a good way.

This is splendid. Just continue writing.

*begins epic clap*

I always have enjoyed your writing, though I believe there is very little that I have commented upon. The seeming ease with which you parade your words into the second person point of view amazes me. Second person has always killed me.

Your choice of words to flit descriptions is very . . . don't you hate it when you can't find the right word? Anyway, your writing is beautiful, and I must say I envy you. The ending, though fitting, it just a bit abrupt for my tastes. It fits the flow and the personality of your story but-I don't know, it just didn't seem quite right to me.

APT! That's the word I was looking for.

Oh lovely number four...

Went to check up on you a few days ago... Happily surprised by the new addition . :}
Charming as usual... perfection in short and unidealistic fiction. I'm wondering, however, if there's a better word for it. There's a few adjectives that I tend to overuse when reviewing your work. It might be that my vocabulary has become stunted or else, my imagination...

I loved the imagery in the beginning, definitely helped to bring the doom and gloom of the London inner-city night life alive...in my head...
Also, the kind of vagueness in the point of view as well as the lack of direct use of names in dialogue.

This one-shot (haha! funny...) has both stuck the song Dress, by Buck-Tick into my head (as odd as that is) as well as got me to thinking about how many people have died on English soil in the past few thousand years, whether it be from religion, social grievances, war... or from meer burgeoning romance, profound or not. Even if it's meerly by association, I like it when fiction makes me ponder &/or recollect. So much better than making my cranium a soggy puddle, no matter how endearing the feeling.

Hooray for Russian Roulette!

Ｐ．Ｓ．ThankyouforbeingthelaststrawinorderformetofinallylistentoDirenGreyー theboysarelovelyandKyoisutterlyperfectandi'vebeenin lovewiththemfortwoyearsnowanditsunbridledandunselfishbliss. Yes.

なまめかしい人生。なまめかしい安楽死。

ーアブホロサン

I feel like kissing your feet or embracing you in a hug or something.

Things like this right here is what keeps me coming back to Fanfiction, thinking there will still be decent stories to read and talented authors to look up.

Your prose and dialogue is extremely refreshing and I've never been to London but I feel like I have now.

Thank you so much.

The Hollow Men, by TS Eliot?

I really liked this. =D

Wow. I like it, very much so. You had me stamped in my seat, eyes, unblinkingly, staring at the computer screen for fifteen minutes.
You're good.