Everything went so well until you danced with the devil and kissed death. Oh honey, you knew you were going to die sooner or later. Why prolong it? Why fight fate when you know it's already set in stone?
Warning: Swearing
I do not own Naruto. All credits go to Kishimoto. I only own the OC and plot of this story.
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I wrote this when I was 16. This was buried in my laptop and I was like— Why not publish this?
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Guys, if you want to live long, make sure to never call a person ugly. Well, look where that led me to.
Death.
Damn, I hate that witch. I kinda have that typical story of the prince and the frog shit but probably more complicated and more twisted? In which they fall in love then kiss and yippee! The curse was gone and they lived happily ever after. No! True love kills you till the end of time. Kiss and consider it as a seal of your passing.
It all started in 1645 when people were always paranoid about witches. I mean, even they thought I was a witch just because I was pretty. Like what? So normal people are supposed to be ugly? Get out of here.
At that time, I had no opinion about them. I didn't care for anyone, anything or anybody. Probably except for that one guy— Itachi. He lived in a worn down cottage in the forest near a lake on the outskirts of our village. The man was kind of dirt poor I tell you; in contrast, he was kind, quiet, and a gentle soul. He was tall with long silky black hair (I never understood how he even had that, shampoo/conditioner hadn't even existed in the 1600's) that was tied back, sharp onyx eyes and soft exotic features. He was like a forest fairy.
His name was kinda weird.
"What did it mean?" Were my thoughts at that time. But it was unique. I never heard it in all my 15 years of living in England.
It might sound hella cliché but I fell in love with him even if I never even talked to him; yet, I also hated it, I really did. Why? I wanted to talk to him, go on dates with him, get to know him better and have him fall in love with me too. But fuck that shit, I went obsessed with him and I did everything to make him fall in love with me. Oh, he did and we got married. It was all fun and I was drowning in happiness. That's until she came in to our lives. Barbara Addington was the ugliest woman I could remember. In the inside and the outside. The woman was a cougar. She looked 80 years old and she was 80 years old.
She used black magic to take Itachi away. She killed him for rejecting her even if he was controlled by her magic. I was astounded by his loyalty but I was also enraged. Everyone I ever knew died early. My parents, my friends, and apparently she just took my husband away. I cried in front of her and I never knew that the next words that I would say will be the cause of my regrets together with my demise.
