Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Shakespeare in Love ❯ 72 ( Chapter 3 )

I don't own Naruto or Shakespeare.

 

O! lest the world should task you to recite
What merit lived in me, that you should love
After my death,--dear love, forget me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy prove.
Unless you would devise some virtuous lie,
To do more for me than mine own desert,
And hang more praise upon deceased I
Than niggard truth would willingly impart:
O! lest your true love may seem false in this
That you for love speak well of me untrue,
My name be buried where my body is,
And live no more to shame nor me nor you.
For I am shamed by that which I bring forth,
And so should you, to love things nothing worth.

 

-Sonnet 72

 

It was an arduous process, listening to the impromptu eulogies in that well-lit bar. Kind words floated on the air, accompanied every so often by a soft chorus of agreement and covert glances in her direction. None of this disrupted her steady intake of alcohol. His student approached her, taking a seat at the next stool and scrutinizing her stoicism. She turned to look at him; his serious expression appeared far too strange in the bright lighting. “Hey, Baa-chan,” he began with a comforting lilt to his voice. His eyes crinkled slightly as he continued, “Did I ever tell you that I first met Ero-sennin outside the women's bath house?” She smiled.

 

So, a little different this time. And Naruto made a guest appearance! The next one will be up at some point.