A/N: I seriously don't know what I was thinking.

Actually posting a fanfiction. Tsk on me. Well, it's partially your fault, dear reader, for clicking. So, I will blame you. No I won't I love you too much. Well, I hope this doesn't rot your brain. I sincerely do.

Disclaimer: Never have I or will ever own Naruto. You better pray to whatever god you believe in (It better be Jashin) that I don't.

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"Teme, I'm booored!" Whined the blond Kyuubi container. Sasuke looked up from the magazine Naruto gave him. It was titled "Bastard Weekly." This week's issue happened to be on bastard prodigies from prominent clans.

"Well, don't complain to me, dobe. Why don't you try writing something?" Sasuke suggested irately. He was in the middle of an article on how to successfully convince people you hate them.

"Great idea for once, teme!" Naruto said brightly. He logged onto his computer. He began to type. Ten semi-quiet minutes later, he called for Sasuke to read it over.

"I'm coming, dobe." Sasuke walked over to his impatient friend, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

ONCE UPON A TIME.

THUR WUS RAMIN.

THE END.

"…Naruto, your story sucks." Sasuke said bluntly, after a pause.

"Shut it, teme." Naruto growled.

"At least add a character."

"…Fine."

ONCE UPON A TIME.

THUR WUS RAMIN. IT WUS OWNEDED BY THE COOLIEST PERSUN EVEH. NARUTO UZUMAKI. HE TTLY ROCKS. HE HAS LYKE, 1,000S OFF SCREEMIN FANGIRLS. MORE THAN SASUKE-BASTARD.

THE END.

"…You made it suck worse, dobe." This time, Sasuke was incredulous. It was pretty impossible, after all.

"Shut up! It's better than yours, dattebayo!"

"...You keep believing that."

"Let's see yours, then."

"…It's too long."

"Excuses."

"Fine."

I don't want to do this. Screw you, dobe.

"…I hate you so much right now."

"Yeah, yeah."

"No, but seriously teme, show me your story."

"No."

"Do it or… I'll set your fangirls on you."

"You wouldn't dare."

"The rabid ones."

"…You suck."

"Whatever. Just show, teme."

Sasuke looked around, searching desperately for anything he could use as an excuse. "…I don't have it right now." He realized with relief. "I guess I'll have to show you later."

Naruto scowled. He folded his arms disappointedly. Sasuke, however, took this as his opportunity to leave. He picked up his magazine that Naruto had given to him, and left. Through the window, of course.

Because ninja don't use doors.

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Sasuke returned home. Safe at last. He thought to himself, breathing a sigh of relief. He walked coolly to his room, setting his magazine on his desk. He picked up his laptop and, placing it unceremoniously onto his lap, he opened it and signed on quickly. He gave a small smile as he reread his writing.

Should I? He thought to himself, debating. A few moments, and he nodded. He pressed the print button, waiting patiently for the paper.

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As she stepped out of the bathroom, Hinata paused a moment. She heard a knock on her door. She took a step towards the door and stopped, glancing over her clothes. Her clothes were actually her pajamas, nothing but a tank top and a pair of sleep pants. She quickly grabbed her lavender robe and stepped into the cold. "Um hel- eh?" she said confusedly, looking around. No one was there. She looked down. There, on her porch, was a single gilly-flower with a note attached. She delicately picked up the flower. She blinked. A single flower… She flicked open the note, closing the door as she walked inside.

"My love, I have tried with all my beingto grasp a form comparable to thine ownbut nothing seems worthy;I know now why Shakespeare could notcompare his love to a summer's day.It would be a crime to denounce the beautyof such a creature as theeto simply cast away the precisionGod had placed in forging you.Each facet of your beingwhether it physical or spiritualis an ensnarementfrom which there is no release.But I do not wish release.I wish to stay entrapped forever.With you for all eternity.Our hearts, always as one."

With Love,

Your "Secret Admirer"

Hinata blushed, smiling happily as she read the poem. She blinked back a tear. She gazed with sightless eyes on her flower. I'll have to ask Ino what this is and what it means tomorrow. She mused to herself.

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Gilly-flower, stands for Natural Beauty, and is also the flower for February 14. Valentine's Day.

Also, the poem I got was written by Anthony Kolos.

Should I keep this as a one-shot or make more chapters?

Please review, comments are appreciated. This is my first fanfiction. You could probably tell, though.

Hope I didn't rot your brain.