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Isolated Butterfly (~*~)  (~*~)  (~*~) His breath expelled from his lungs in great billowing clouds, hanging in the frigid night air. Muscles that screamed in protest at being pushed so far, so hard, went unheeded. Sweat poured out of the tiny pores of his skin, hanging desperately only for a moment before becoming crystalline slivers that slid off into the night. Branches slapped against the delicate flesh of his face, brambles sliced their way into exposed arms sending rapid signals of pain to his brain, only to be shoved away and quickly ignored. Numbing shards of ice flew at him as if they were tiny knives flung by an embittered enemy.

SasuNaru Yaoi (AU)  The soundproof room was small, windowless, and without ventilation, containing only one small rusted metal chair. The walls were splattered with what appeared to be sprays of blood and were painted a disgusting puce color. The floors were unkempt, dirt piling in the corners, a hefty lock barring the door. A small smirk appeared on Uchiha Itachi's face. Even in this dark and dismal room, even with the abysmal florescent lighting, he knew he looked fabulous. The eldest Uchiha hadn't been shocked when several masked men broke into his home and abducted him. Of course not, Uchiha's are never shocked. They are though, oft