Life in the real world has been going wrong in every possible way these past few years, so I've decided to write for catharsis. I'm trying my hand at stories about people and things that are out of reach, to express the pain of being consumed by inner turmoil.
Although I write Hashirama, Madara, Tobirama, Izuna, the Senju, and the Uchiha as I understand them, I'll do my best to stay true to the original characters and events, and keep my own additions to a minimum.
Also, tragedy warning.
Some are loved, yet flee from love as if it were a viper. Some long for love, but can only watch it leave.
Some have love, but nowhere to give it. Some can only resent how little love they have.
Cutting off hatred is hard enough. How can they even speak of loving one another?
Don't be naive. The chances of Hashirama and Madara getting a happy ending are slim, to say nothing of Tobirama and Izuna.
Face reality, girls.
Heh. (Mocking face. Come on, isn't my dark angst wonderful?)
I've always loved you, my dear
Come on, I'm from a lofter background. I like this article very much.