Author's Note:
To the few of you who actually took the time to read my crappy first FanFic: "Blood Lily"……I am sincerely embarrassed and I apologize profusely. I would let you stone me if I thought it would make this up to you. Not only did I waste your time, but I wasted my own as well. Re-reading the first paragraph was all it took for me to feel absolutely nauseated at the complete sh that spewed onto the screen. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that a 3rd-world-country 5 year-old had written this. I suppose that at this point in time, epic length fics just aren't my thing. Short stories seem to be the high point in my writing history, so I will continue to produce them.
In all honesty, I'm actually quite frustrated with myself. When I first came up with the idea for Blood Lily, I had high hopes for it. Not to mention, I already had experience in writing stories. I suppose that I just tried too hard, and it ended up ruined.
To make it up to you wonderful, loyal people……I am planning a sequel to my story "Fatal Weakness". It's called "Supernova" and I've included a small preview at the end of this notice. If anyone can message me and tell me why they think I chose this title……you'll get a cookie, huggle and another preview. Perhaps for another "shorty" with some lemon in it. Some pairing suggestions would be greatly appreciated, though there's no guarantee that I'll use any of them ;p
Preview to Supernova:
"….Burn and rage at the close of day; rage, rage against the dying
of the light…." Dylan Thomas
The faces that greeted the emotionally drained ninjas, as they approached the gateway to their home village, wore expressions of sorrow and denial. Kotetsu and Izumo said nothing to the entourage, only gaping in horror as one of their comrades was escorted past, draped in bloodied cloth and followed by an aura of palatable depression. Those few villagers present at such a time of day, murmured amongst themselves, cold and curious eyes fixed upon the bundle being so gently carried between familiar figures.
The shinobi who were also there, stood in varying degrees of detachment and grief, knowing that one of their own was no longer among the living, and unsure of who it was or what to feel. They soon recognized the Copy Nin among the pathetic huddle of beings, and grew fearful when it became apparent that he wasn't his usual stoic and lazy self. Only something earth-shattering could reap such a reaction from the seasoned jounin. Dread raised the tension of the atmosphere as every living creature waited with baited breath, for the truth to be admitted.
Two eyes rose from their inspection of the ground, both belonging to the same being, but each drastically different. Black shone with heartbreak; Scarlet flickered with the promise of vengeance. Both drifted shut as their owner announced, "Uzumaki Naruto….is dead."
Well, there you have it. I'm not quite sure when I'll be finished the story, but it mostly depends on my mood, and the encouragement from my fans. Please review or just message me with your comments. I love hearing from you.
- Owari, Blood Zephyr