Shower Door For Low Ceiling

grazing shot - Chapter 1

Author: Mrs. Cesy Kessiritza
Pairing: Sasu-Naru Friendshipfic
Disclaimer: Surprisingly, I have no rights to Naruto. Funny.
Summery: AU , ". Imagine a bank robbery before And you're right in the middle."
Note: Approximate Chapter Five, featuring Naruto, Sasuke, in a further, continuing sporadic writing, they know me.

Imagine a bank robbery before.
And you're in the middle.

not as an employee. At least not directly. Actually, should Do not take it, you should really work here at all. You are only the temporary employee of the temp and have the place to get three points.
you need money for your studies, which also does not run particularly well. An important reading is precisely at this moment and you brush any room, while next door the large business is done. You've joked with friends that such an attack would be something. You also know about where the safe is.
But those were jokes. You never thought that something could really happen.

Not in Müllausleeren when the rear door is open unattended for a moment, not if you must then clean windows. You hate cleaning windows, streaks are always there and you wish for cause the bell of the old school days, just to have a break.
You did not expect such a gong.

The only warning is a shot in the next room, you turn around and start the door thrown open to the chamber wall. You see a gun and not even a grin. A black mask covered it, the whole head. ". As cliché," are you still with the head before he starts to command:
Your only weapon is a garbage bag, which you hold in your hands.

"Now drop the beautiful body bag and onto the floor, Blondie. You will use it later. "

you like it not to be named Blondie. His laugh sounds cruel and turns. You move and do not observe the barrel of the weapon. It is not automatic, and he came closer. Too close. For him. He can not know that you know these situations. Not even your closest friends know it. You guessed it know, but is something completely different. And this man is far from it.

"What? Hard grown? "The voice of the man is subdued by the material. He sounds mocking, confident of himself. Of course he does, he is eventually pumped full of adrenaline. No man is easy on me nothing, you nothing and the bank is indifferent. Quiet, maybe, but never indifferent. It is never matter.

It takes less than two seconds and he goes down. Your handles are still good but not perfect. The weapon he is clutching still. And he defends himself. You press it down and it pushes up the top. You are equally strong. You do not get the weapon pack and then ...


It was a kick, do not you? A strong kick. You hold your stomach and you have the wall behind you. You felt it when you're slammed into them. Now there are two. Two arms, two men and one automatic.

"You bastard," yells one of them. His mask has slipped, black hair, look out below. He is beside himself, out of control. He glares at you. Still with the gun in his hand. But he's too angry for that. He wants revenge, and a shot of him is not good enough to be passive. You look leather gloves and heavy boots, which come closer and try to defend yourself, but there are two men and two weapons and you are not in practice.

you can breathe. And that surprises you. Everything hurts, but you can still breathe. Careful you do to your eyes. You look blurry. But you know what you see. Everyone recognizes a gun barrel when it is held right at his head.
The blood pounding in your ears, but not too loud to not hear what happens around you.
Not too loud to not talking mitzubekommen.

"Leave him, he has had enough."
"Give me one reason why I should leave him alive? Give me a reason, man! "
" We do it to others and then we disturb them. Believe me, you see it not, is done. Ehrlich, who is ready. "

One more step. No fixed, more of a tested, a pointing. You have to curl up and pull yourself together so as not to whimper. At least, that they should not get, at least this

with a jerk you will drawn up. Now you can not help it. You feel you are torn apart, you feel you are no longer a man, just a poorly stitched together doll whose limbs are bound only with loose threads on the body.
You have the feeling that you can not even pass when you're dragged through rooms.
will suddenly let go of you. No, that's not true. You will geschuppst. Something hard collides with you, a floor?
And then it was night.

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Drabble Challenge

Author: Mrs. Cesy Kessiritza
Pairing: Angedeutedes sasunarusasu
Disclaimer: As you can imagine. I own nothing.
Summery: drabble, answer to the iPod Challenge. Respectively. Music Challenge. Take all your music, and alternate them on shuffle. You take the first 10 songs and just start writing, as long as the song goes.
Note: Seven were useful to me. And I took my iPod, which means that I only had 500-something songs. Well. That came out of it.

Yardbirds - For your love

It was hot. And stuffy. And hotter.

A lot full of hot, sweaty body. Too loud, too brash - and Naruto in the middle.

cigarette smoke was burning in his eyes as he fought his way forward.

"Why am I here again?" Flashed through his mind when he squeezed past between two men with bare torsos, wet from the sweat of others.

Then Sasuke Uchiha entered the stage and he knew it.

Uffie - Hot Chick

Sasuke hated clubs. He

hated this music, this people this attitude.

He did not understand why thinking beings could be to reduce to simple, computer-generated, semi-finished beats like animals to rub against each other.

He hated the dirty toilets, the junkies, the sweaty, drunken yobs.

nde he blinked against the headlights, watching the smoke as it rose like a gray monster to the ceiling.

He was tired of the club life, he did not like the public and condemned, he was not looking for fast sex, he was not ... and then began his music.

Alala - CSS

He had to first set of pre-fight. The people were wild, girls screaming, boys threw themselves into the crowd.

Naruto had to cling to the grid, to avoid being washed away.

He had to stay here. The unintended impacts of the audience did not hurt him, if anything it strengthened him only reminded him of Sasuke.

The Sasuke, he knew he wanted to see again.

The Sasuke, who had somehow been his friend, the Sasuke ...

Save The Population - Red Hot Chili Peppers

He sang of the people from themselves. Sasuke has never been an open person. He had a reputation for being one of the cruelest interviewer, just behind Gaara.

But he was honest, and therefore it was his music.

Maybe he was an optimist among the musicians. One who did not think of the women (the men), not about the money, the fame of drugs, which he had been able to even have that, but to the music itself.

And every evening he looked at his audience, understood by people who not only sang along, but also .

And then he saw him.

Time is running out - Muse

The heat was increasing. He never thought that this was even possible.

far.

Only the application of all his strength of will kept him on to these bars. It was his only chance, and today - or never. Only one view, a Recognize a word.

He could no more slowly, breathing more difficult for him, too hot, the concert was almost over ... Only one ... and their eyes met.

Take care - Clueso

A short meeting. It had only been a short meeting.

But that is enough sometimes to change a life.

you a long life may know someone or in a few minutes he know someone .

patients, it was not used much.

An airport, a collision, a shouted "asshole", a condescending "idiot." A battle, a security team, a canceled flight, one night.

No names.

Empire - Kasabian

rained to much information at once to Naruto, as he opened his eyes

sounds, smells, voices, colors ... "What happened?"

"re awake? "a pretty woman smiled at him. On her T-shirt was written in large letters, "Stop!" She handed him a glass of water.

"What?" "You are dehydrated fainted."

, her pink hair glistened in the unreal green light from the lobby, far from the stage could still . Hear

It happened again.

It was too late.