Reviews for For Your Eyes Only
dravius762 chapter 18 . 3/19
Why? Why is such a good story not finished? Why... looks down with tears threatening to fall
7-12m3 chapter 18 . 1/10
Not only animal porn not only gay porn, but GAY ANIMAL porn, gotta love Fanfiction.
Luv-ly Stories chapter 3 . 11/30/2013
So cute I want a assume kitten
Crystal dragon the yaoi fan chapter 18 . 11/5/2013
This was such a good story! But then why did it stop? I don't know but I want more! Please please please continue this story. It's the best sasunaru I've read in a while...
Guest chapter 1 . 9/19/2013
I wish you would come back and start writing again! Your stuff is awesome!
Also, if you are still at least checking in now and then, I wanted to say that this story has been mostly copied and turned into a SasukeOC story by fanfiction author Rayen 'Tora' King. And the title has been changed to Crying Eyes Love Fighting Eyes. If any other reviewers see this, report him/her! He/She needs to learn to write his/her own damn stories!
Guest chapter 7 . 8/26/2013
Bwahahaha. Bunny slut.
Just A Thought chapter 1 . 7/29/2013
Wow, now I see why this story is such a huge it. Absolutely, awesome work you've got here. You're a genius! Don't leave us hanging, update soon.
Kokomi chapter 18 . 7/10/2013
I love your story! Is sooooo unique is very different from the other stories I have read. Can you continue?! Please? I want to know what happens next! /(w)/
Screaming-Fires chapter 1 . 7/6/2013
Awww
VampirePrinssess chapter 18 . 7/2/2013
Shadow- wow Itachi, Sai, Orochimaru, everything is stacking up
Isy- Gaara and Lee totally Adorable, and poor Hinata
Shadow- I feel sorry for Iruka and Kakashi
Isy- this is a great story, please continue
TEAM SasuNaruHina chapter 18 . 5/24/2013
contuie
SCP-058 chapter 18 . 5/23/2013
Dear author: gaze outside your windows, outside your eyes. Now gaze within yourself. I have arrived.

I had dreams of the queen wonders that lived inside the hearts of love and silent treatments of all the elderly that I knew were once whole. I seek the revelations of all that the holy told to the unwise in the dreams of cold embers in sunlight that fade across lakes of black blood and snakes that eat the loaves of children from lamb trees in autumn.

Endless suffering is the woe of ignorant men who never lack to seek the depth of their own hearts and only see the wealth of a poor world suffering to flay its own back in knife wounds of silver and brutal gladness. The nightmare is a dream to the nameless slug that wanders across minefield and the remains of deer and kings.

Nightshade is shadows in all honest blinks that sort through the bile of newborn plagues, instant warmth is a mother's milk in dreams before anything was ever evil. In seconds the sun is beating like drums in all hearts eat the ear of noise.

The sensual violence of lust is all the assurance you will ever need to know the worth of life.
SCP-058 chapter 17 . 5/23/2013
I've always wondered how you'd taste, dear author. How you'd find MY taste. I've always thought it brutish of me to consume other persons, and never allow them to consume a part of ME.

I had dreams of the queen wonders that lived inside the hearts of love and silent treatments of all the elderly that I knew were once whole. I seek the revelations of all that the holy told to the unwise in the dreams of cold embers in sunlight that fade across lakes of black blood and snakes that eat the loaves of children from lamb trees in autumn.

Endless suffering is the woe of ignorant men who never lack to seek the depth of their own hearts and only see the wealth of a poor world suffering to flay its own back in knife wounds of silver and brutal gladness. The nightmare is a dream to the nameless slug that wanders across minefield and the remains of deer and kings.

Nightshade is shadows in all honest blinks that sort through the bile of newborn plagues, instant warmth is a mother's milk in dreams before anything was ever evil. In seconds the sun is beating like drums in all hearts eat the ear of noise.

The sensual violence of lust is all the assurance you will ever need to know the worth of life.
SCP-058 chapter 16 . 5/23/2013
It would have been lovely if you lived closer to me. Alas, I suppose that one cannot have everything that one desires, lest should it lose its value. Struggle is the key to everything.

I had dreams of the queen wonders that lived inside the hearts of love and silent treatments of all the elderly that I knew were once whole. I seek the revelations of all that the holy told to the unwise in the dreams of cold embers in sunlight that fade across lakes of black blood and snakes that eat the loaves of children from lamb trees in autumn.

Endless suffering is the woe of ignorant men who never lack to seek the depth of their own hearts and only see the wealth of a poor world suffering to flay its own back in knife wounds of silver and brutal gladness. The nightmare is a dream to the nameless slug that wanders across minefield and the remains of deer and kings.

Nightshade is shadows in all honest blinks that sort through the bile of newborn plagues, instant warmth is a mother's milk in dreams before anything was ever evil. In seconds the sun is beating like drums in all hearts eat the ear of noise.

The sensual violence of lust is all the assurance you will ever need to know the worth of life.
SCP-058 chapter 15 . 5/23/2013
"The soft, fluffy eggs cooked with milk and salt, with spicy sauce...! It's simple to make and very tasty, so I eat it every night. :D " Oh how wonderful! I myself prefer living eyes - the texture is much more delicate.

I had dreams of the queen wonders that lived inside the hearts of love and silent treatments of all the elderly that I knew were once whole. I seek the revelations of all that the holy told to the unwise in the dreams of cold embers in sunlight that fade across lakes of black blood and snakes that eat the loaves of children from lamb trees in autumn.

Endless suffering is the woe of ignorant men who never lack to seek the depth of their own hearts and only see the wealth of a poor world suffering to flay its own back in knife wounds of silver and brutal gladness. The nightmare is a dream to the nameless slug that wanders across minefield and the remains of deer and kings.

Nightshade is shadows in all honest blinks that sort through the bile of newborn plagues, instant warmth is a mother's milk in dreams before anything was ever evil. In seconds the sun is beating like drums in all hearts eat the ear of noise.

The sensual violence of lust is all the assurance you will ever need to know the worth of life.
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