It is currently January 2011 and it has been about two and a half years since my last update. I don't really have much of an excuse, besides the usual—school, family, friends, change of interests. I started this story when I was 12 (oh dear, it sounds so young now) and in a handful of months, I'll be turning 18. The reason I'm writing this is because I recently got a review alert in my old e-mail (shocker, since it's been ages since my last update) and it brought me back to this story.
I actually read this entire story yesterday, because I honestly couldn't remember anything, and I can't even count the number of times I cringed and wondered why you all stuck around to read what would come next. I've since edited the first two chapters briefly—just for some minor grammar errors that had annoyed me. First of all, none of the leading characters are really in character and I created a super-cool-twin-brother out of nowhere and then pretty much sentenced him to death. Huh. I imagine that not long after deciding to do this, the giant slump came. Before, when I wrote those chapters, I had no idea what it was like to know someone with a sickness. Things have changed, and although I think I understand enough to capture the emotions, I don't think it's something I would be comfortable writing about. I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote that part in, but I think it might've had something to do with realizing that I had thrown Seiichi in as a new character without any purpose. There are so many loopholes and a million other things that bothered me while reading this, but I kind of enjoyed it. It was kind of fun to see the evolution of my writing over the years.
I think in my last chapter, I stated that many Naruto writers were leaving the scene because the craze was starting to die off and since then, I haven't touched a Naruto manga or looked up an episode—until last week, at least. Circumstances have changed and now that I'm a senior in high school with little left to do after the school day besides hang around with friends, the amount of free time I've had has increased. This isn't to say that I'd start writing again—I don't know if I'm capable of writing stories anymore. I don't know how many of you (my former readers, haha) are still reading this, but if there are enough of you that still want to see an end to this, I could try and put up an effort. Of course, I might have to change some parts of the story (death, I don't think I can handle,) and I don't know how much my writing style has dulled over the years, but if you guys are still in, I guess I'm in. I can't promise anything, however, since it's only the second week of the semester and my light workload may just be due to timing.
If you read this entire note, then you're amazing. Thanks for sticking around and maybe I'll be around again soon!