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deathpixie) wrote2008-11-11 10:51 am
deathpixie) wrote2008-11-11 10:51 am
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NanoWrimo - 30 short stories
Note: A day late. Oops.
It seemed like something out of science fiction - one minute Kenji was at his desk, surreptiously reading his favourite comic, tucking it under some reports when anyone came by, and the next, he was in the comic. The thing he'd wanted all his life - to be able to interact with the love of his life, Sakura Haruno. To touch her, to talk with her, to profess his deep and abiding love and maybe one day...
"Who are you, how did you get here?!"
It was her, his idol, his warrior queen, the one woman in the world he'd ever loved. Kenji began to stammer out his love, reaching for her, only to be slammed back by a blast of chakra energy. As he smashed into the wall, every bone broken, he realised a single great truth:
Being sucked into a comic doesn't automatically make you any less creepy.
Note: I wish it were a joke.
It seemed like something out of science fiction - one minute Kenji was at his desk, surreptiously reading his favourite comic, tucking it under some reports when anyone came by, and the next, he was in the comic. The thing he'd wanted all his life - to be able to interact with the love of his life, Sakura Haruno. To touch her, to talk with her, to profess his deep and abiding love and maybe one day...
"Who are you, how did you get here?!"
It was her, his idol, his warrior queen, the one woman in the world he'd ever loved. Kenji began to stammer out his love, reaching for her, only to be slammed back by a blast of chakra energy. As he smashed into the wall, every bone broken, he realised a single great truth:
Being sucked into a comic doesn't automatically make you any less creepy.
Note: I wish it were a joke.