burn it to the ground with the sunshine dew

[FIC] Your Face - SasuSaku

2008-05-04T01:07:23Z

Ahhh, this sprung up as a plot bunny from a random AMV I was watching. ....And, this is dedicated to tainee, 'cause she was missing on SasuSaku. I hope this fills your needs!

Title: Your Face
Rating: K+, for language
Fandom: Naruto
Genre(s): General/Romance
Pairings/Characters: Sakura, SasuSaku
Word Count: 454
Summary: A very belated reply to some last words on Sasuke's part.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto.

The sun hurts. It hurts my eyes.

But then something, someone, blocks it. I don’t know whom; their face is too shadowy.

Thank you.

But then, when the figure lifts its head, it doesn’t matter anymore. It doesn’t matter that I’ve spent the last three years becoming strong. It doesn’t matter that I’ve made my name known in Konoha, that I’m no longer just a nobody of a kunoichi. I’ve made my name known in its own right, and not just because it’s linked to some fantastical, infamous, boisterous Uzumaki Naruto. It doesn’t matter that Haruno Sakura now ranks with her once light-years away teammates, because that face is back.

He’s back.

Thank you. Y-you know, I’ve said that twice now, Sasuke-kun? Yeah, you stepped in front of that sun, and I thanked you. And then I said it again. Annoying, you would of called it; repeating myself.

But, you know what’s really annoying? What’s really annoying is tha-that those were the last words you said to me, three years ago. And then, then, I thank you. I thank you for your unconsciously welcoming gesture: standing in front of the sun. And you, when I begged, cried, and tore myself up inside; you thanked me. You fucking thanked me.

But you know what’s worse than that?

I can’t make myself hate you.

I can’t make myself hate you for pounding my heart into the ground.

I can’t make myself hate you for cutting it up into little pieces afterwards.

I spent three years becoming strong. I spent three years swearing off crying and being a “little girl.” I spent three years trying to hate you.

Naruto said it wouldn’t work, when I talked to him. Look where it got Gaara, he said. Look where hating got him: I had to beat the crap out of him, and the sense in to him.

And he was right.

It doesn’t matter; because there is no way that I can hate you. I can’t hate you for being the biggest asshole in the universe. I can’t hate you for every single time you’ve hated me. I can’t hate you for leaving. I can’t hate you for breaking me. I can’t hate you for making me put myself back together.

All I can do is keep loving you. All I can do, when I see your face for the first time in three years, is fall in love with you. Over, and over, and over again. That’s all I can do. I can’t punch down the entire ledge you’re standing on anymore when I see your face again. I can’t do anything but love you, even if you are the biggest asshole in the universe.

And Sasuke-kun?

You’re welcome.

[FIC] Discussion

2008-05-01T03:29:15Z

Well, this is just a quick, kinda crappy drabble.

Title: Discussion
Rating: K
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Genre(s): General
Pairings/Characters: Mr. & Mrs. Bei Fong
Word Count: 314
Summary: In which Mr. Bei Fong tells the full truth.

“What are we going to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“What are we going to do about our daughter? We sent bounty hunters, and it is clear that the Avatar has outwitted them and our poor Toph is still being whisked around the world being sentenced to danger that is not appropriate for a Bei Fong.”

Mr. Bei Fong stopped absentmindedly stroking the heavy marble tabletop abruptly. “Yes, yes that is true. But, oh, you did not see her Earthbending at-at the arena.” He spoke haltingly.

“But, but, dear, oh, but Master Yu has repeatedly stated that Toph was only a beginner. Why, I know you never learned Earthbending, but, dear, really, are you so dazzled by simple forms? You have visited Master Yu’s most advanced class...” Mrs. Bei Fong looked up from her embroidery hoop.

“No, no, it was beyond that of the most advanced forms at the Earthbending Academy! It was astounding, and perhaps, perhaps....perhaps we should have done the right thing—oh, this is difficult to say—and allowed Toph to go-to go with the Avatar.”

“What are you speaking of, dear? Surely you are biased towards Toph in some way, as she is our daughter. Is age clouding your eyes? She is at the beginner’s level: simplest forms and breathing exercises. Master Yu said so himself, and I assure you, husband, that my hearing is in perfect condition!” Mrs. Bei Fong looked skeptical.

“Well, wife, Master Yu and Xin Fu also said so themselves that Toph broke her own way out of an iron prison by herself; there was no Avatar to aid her. They have a heap of twisted metal as proof, and they also stated that she left on her way directly, quickening her pace with Earthbending!” Mr. Bei Fong huffed, finally setting forth the full truth.

“Why, my Toph....iron...prison? Oh my...” Mrs. Bei Fong was quite incoherent.

[FIC] Ash Fire

2008-04-19T17:34:49Z

This was written as a symbolic sort of thing for my current state of being and RL happenings. (See previous post, flist only, o' course, for semi-details)

Title: Ash Fire
Rating: K
Fandom: Naruto
Genre(s): General/Hurt & Comfort
Pairings/Characters: Two nameless kunoichi
Word Count: 672
Summary: Three easy steps. One, two, three. Easier said than done.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Naruto.

It couldn’t have been worse.

The mission was a catastrophe to begin with. After Orochimaru’s Chuunin Exam attack upon the village, Konoha’s ninja had been stretched so thin that gaping holes wormed their way into the defenses. It had become difficult for teammates from Genin days to even take missions as a team anymore. Frequently, teams were rag-tag groups of whatever ninja happened to be available at the time, the ranks scattered. You were lucky if your group had a drop of teamwork.

Four of them had set out to Water Country. Reconnaissance missions were the kind of missions every member of the team excelled at, but they had no other choice. Infiltrate, retrieve heavily guarded documents, and destroy was what the mission scroll stated. Three easy steps: one, two, three. Easier said than done.

The wildly conflicting opinions and strategies of the teammates had done nothing for the mission, and without a competent strategist or compromiser on the scene, the arguments reigned. For four days and three nights, the team member argued. Everything from the route, to the strategy, to what was for dinner was disagreed upon.

The actual mission had been complete and utter chaos. Without a set upon strategy and assigned roles to play in a team of four, no one knew where they should be, at what time, and what they ought to be doing. Someone, assuming her teammates had retrieved the scrolls and were already out of danger, set the fortress ablaze.

She was wrong.

It was an incredibly rash move; they had but entered less than three minutes ago. But this ninja, an incredibly naive Chuunin who really did not deserve her rank, had literally worshipped the ground her Jounin teammates walked upon, idolizing them for the slightest bit of fame. They were perfect, indestructible, with the resilience of granite. They could accomplish any mission in a hundredth of the time their average peers could.

She was wrong.

Weary and worn, these Jounin simply wanted a month long leave after three straight missions with not a half day’s rest between them. The chipper Chuunin, who had not yet witnessed the horror and reality of her village’s state of being, could not comprehend this. They were gods in her eyes, comparable to past Hokage and the Sannin.

She was wrong.

The flames the Chuunin created licked the walls with a burning fury, consuming everything around it. Stumbling blindly through it all, one of the idolized Jounin collapsed to her knees, and then onto all fours. Her eyes stung; all she could see was smoggy gray and angry red-orange.

There had been hope: they’d stolen a map of the building, and had entered with some direction. She’d reached that certain corridor and laid eyes upon the great looming oaken doors that served as an almost natural barrier against intruders. She was tired, but jubilant. The scrolls would be retrieved, and she could return to the bed she had not lain in for weeks.

Then the screams started.

The poor guards holding down the base were not ninja, merely highly skilled soldiers, but fire was still a mortal fear to them. They ran pell-mell down the halls, wildly seeking an escape from their mighty fort, now yielding to destruction. Thick smoke siphoned its way after, encasing them in a smoggy blanket to suffocate.

She couldn’t feel her way to an entrance; the flames had fast eaten up too much of the pallid walls. The smoke was making her dizzy, and all rational thought had flown away the minute the forbidden panic had set in. Get out, get away, run away. Get out, get away, run away. Get out, get away, run away. Get out, get away, run away!

The world was crashing down around her ears, quite literally; she would be devoured and consumed by her own teammate’s jutsu. There had been hope, but there was none now.

She wrapped her arms around her knees, lay her head down, and wept while her entire reality burned out into ash.

[FIC] Motives - Maiko

2008-03-17T15:02:16Z

First attempt at Avatar: The Last Airbender fanfiction!

Title: Motives
Rating: K
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Genre(s): General
Pairings/Characters: Mai, Azula (mentioned), Ty Lee (mentioned), Zuko (mentioned), Maiko
Word Count: 583
Summary: They all have their own motives.

Mai was never one for saying much. Her mother, commanding and overbearing, had seen to it. A proper lady mustn’t speak unless a delicate blossom of speech is to bloom from her mouth. A proper lady never insults directly, but lets a creeping vine of ivy strangle her victim with all the grace of a Fire Nation noble. And most importantly, a proper lady never complains.

Complaints are the thorns upon a rose, and a proper Fire Nation lady is a blood red rose in full bloom. Leafless, for no attachments; thorn less, for no complaints.

Raised in such a structured society, Mai was taught how to cultivate her words so they were as lovely as the palace gardens in the summer. As the daughter of an esteemed nobleman of the Fire Lord’s court, she was expected to calmly wait out her days saying silly, pretty things about marrying for love like her peers, but dutifully go through a marriage with whoever was her betrothed.

Mai disregarded all of this.

The only words that did leave her mouth were the strictly forbidden complaints. In a dry, bored tone did they come, sarcastic and sincere simultaneously. Insults were straight and to the point; she never saw the purpose of slowly bringing something down for her own pleasure. That was Azula’s department.

Mai never waited. She wasn’t a helpless noble’s daughter, caught up by chance in the crossfire. All noble children, regardless of gender, were trained in self-defense, but the girls generally forgot the training the minute the class was finished. Mai didn’t. She perfected her art, thrown weapons, until she, thought to be weak and meek, was a force to be reckoned with.

When Azula asked Mai to join her in her Avatar Hunt, Mai joined her under the pretense of leaving dull, boring Omashu. Her reasons were sincere, but not the full truth. One never told the full truth to Azula, and Mai knew this full well. Tell Azula the full truth, and your life is forfeit.

Fire Nation nobility is a society of people who help each other under the pretense of friendship, but never tell each other the full truth. They each have their own motives. Those who tell the truth are weaklings, quickly eliminated. Those who tell the truth aren’t worthy of the proud, noble heritage of Fire Nation. Those who tell the truth are like Zuko; weak, disgraced, banished, exiled, lovable, gone.

In addition to hunting down the Avatar, Mai knew that Azula planned to encounter Zuko, and if all went according to her evil, twisted plans; bring his head back to Ozai on a golden platter. Azula never stated her plans to do so, but Mai knew, and even Ty Lee knew, that the thought lurked at the back of her head, growing, twisting, blossoming into the cruel physical and mental torture that was Azula’s trademark.

The plan would meld perfectly into capturing the Avatar. Zuko’s inherent weakness would throw him onto the shameful side of the Avatar and his posse. He would travel with them, resolutely begging forgiveness for “past sins” and repeatedly displaying his “change.” Azula would track down the Avatar; kill two birds with one stone. The former was something that couldn't be challenged.

But Mai would be there to stop the latter.

[FIC] No Need for Chains - IchiRuki

2008-03-08T12:44:49Z

YAY! My first attempt at Bleach fanfiction! I didn't get around to posting this last night, but oh well.

Title: No Need for Chains
Rating: K
Fandom: Bleach
Genre(s): Romance/Angst
Pairings/Characters: IchiRuki, Rukia
Word Count: 799
Summary: I broke something apart. I did it. It was my fault.

The tower was a gleaming white on the outside. On the very edges of Seireitei, when the sun hit just right, the sentries would say to each other it looked like a tower built of pearl, and not plain white stone.

A perfect tower of pearl, they say.
A perfect tower of pain.

The windows were mere slits, offering the slimmest ray of sunlight to its inmates, so they just might be left hanging with a sliver of hope. There was no need for chains, screws, torture mechanisms. Prisoners, left with only the smallest sample of hope cling on to it as their lifeline, and by their own means, are tortured.

They are tortured by fate, tortured by hope, tortured by the one small window that offers them a glimpse of freedom that has now escaped their grasps.

Forever.

This is no myth. This is no great legend that is whispered among the new recruits of the Gotei 13.

This is the truth.

This is truth, I know.
This is the truth because I am a living testimony to this tower’s powers of unimaginable torture. I am a prisoner of this tower. I am prisoner of my hope.

---

“If you can stand, run away! You have to run!”

---

It doesn’t end. It doesn’t go away. It comes back. He is my hope, he is the one I hear whispers carried about on the winds that manage to infiltrate my cell. I know he would have never listen to me. We argued, and that was just the way it was. He wouldn’t listen to anyone telling him that you’d live a longer life, a normal life.

He still comes, risking everything, not even thinking, but instead, following his irrational human instinct that conveniently appears in times of distress. Not even bothering to find a safe way into Soul Society. He barged in, set of every distress alarm, was labeled as a ryoka. But even after going through what must have been a hundred hells, he goes on. Where a normal shinigami would have died fifty times over already, he goes on.

---

“Filthy human...how dare a filthy human seize Nii-sama’s leg. Know your place, boy!”

---

I called him that. I said that to him. I bust apart part of him and part of myself. Nii-sama himself attacked him, and when I can run to his side, I tear down something inside, something deep and painful. I broke something apart. I did it. It was my fault.

And even so, he still breaks into Soul Society, fights everything standing in his path, is nearly impaled by Ichimaru-taicho’s blade. He forces his way through legions of shinigami ready to hold their own against him, shinigami who have had centuries more of experience than he has. Shinigami who have shikai, even those who have bankai.

He’s not shitting around either, like Eleventh Division. He doesn’t shit around with anyone he fights, captain-level or otherwise. That’s what the guards say. That’s what I last heard, when I still got information.

There is no more information within these hard stone walls. What little I can see of the sky isn’t enough to see what time of day it is, let alone what goes on beyond.

---

“Just try moving one step. Just trying coming after me. I...I...I will never forgive you!”

---

I told him, I told him, I screamed it in his face not to come after me. I said that I would never forgive him. He would be lowered, unforgivable, in my eyes. But no, no matter how I screamed, it wouldn’t absorb into his dense self. It wouldn’t seep into his dense, stupid, idiotic, half-wit, lovable self. He wouldn’t understand it, and he still came after me.

He has gone through, is going through, will go through one hundred hells...to save me. Me, who has called him filthy, worthless, entirely degraded him in the eyes of two figures of authority in Soul Society. Me, whose charges are entirely just and true. Me, who cannot let go of him.

---

“Eventually, you will die...so lay there and live as long as you will.”

---

Lay there, please. Lay there, on whatever blood soaked walkway of Seireitei you lay on. Lay there, and live. Lay there, live, turn back. Lay there, live, turn back, go home, and live for as long as you were meant to, Ichigo.

ATTENTION, ATTENTION!

2008-02-08T22:38:32Z

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[DRABBLE] Bedtime Story

2008-01-16T03:08:54Z

Title: Bedtime Story
Rating: K/G
Genre(s): Family/Romance
Characters/Pairings: SasuSaku, a mother, a little girl, Sasuke, Sakura, mentions of Naruto & Kakashi
Summary: A little girl wants to know about an icky boy.

DISCLAIMER: Naruto is not mine. Period.

The rain poured down in heavy torrents as lightning lit up the dark streets, blackened by the continual rainfall. This weather was very natural in the village location, or they wouldn’t have named the village after the climate: Amegakure, the Village Hidden in the Rain. And, indeed, the village was hidden from everything in its liquid veils. But, if one were to stand on the end of a certain street, they’d be able to make out a faint glow of orange light, even at the late hour.

“Ameko! Why, it’s far past your bedtime! Mommy wants you to go to bed, dear,” A woman with a kind face and long, dark, plaited hair rounded a corner into little Ameko’s room.

“Mommy! Lookie at this bookie!”

“Ameko, that is Daddy’s ninja bingo book. Ninja have a bingo book so they can recognize other big, strong ninja from different places,” the woman explained, perched on the edge of the bed.

The little girl, perhaps five years old, nodded sagely, before pointing wildly at a page, “Mommy, who is that icky boy?”

“That’s not an icky boy, that’s another ninja. His name is Uchiha Sasuke, and he lives in a village far, far away called Konoha.”

“Uchi-ha...Sa-suke. I like his name!” She drew out the name, emphasizing each syllable. “What do all the words say?”

“Let’s see, Ameko,” The woman picked up the book. “Description: dark and spiky hair resembling a chicken’s butt.” Here, Ameko giggled. “The Sharingan, that’s a special ninja magic, and he always has a cherry blossom or two somewhere on his person.”

“But, Mommy, he’s an icky bo-, I mean a big ninja! Why would he wear flowers? I thought girls wore flowers!” Ameko was now far too interested in the “big ninja,” Uchiha Sasuke, to think about sleeping.

“Well, I think Daddy told me the reason why once. Believe it or not, Ameko, Mommy once asked Daddy the same question. Now, if I tell you the story, will you lay down quietly and go to bed?” The woman pulled back the bed sheets and gestured toward the mattress.

“Okay, Mommy!”

“Well, how did it begin? Oh, yes. Uchiha Sasuke, Sasuke-san, was very strong compared to his two friends when he was young; older than you, Ameko, but much younger than Mommy and Daddy. He had two friends who were also ninja, a boy and a girl. The girl like Sasuke-san, but Sasuke-san did not like the girl. Also, the boy liked the girl, but the girl did not like him.

“One day, however, Sasuke-san decided that he wasn’t going to be a good enough big ninja in Konoha, and so he left Konoha. The girl asked him not to go, but he was very angry that his other friend was getting to be a big ninja faster. So he left, and the girl was very sad.

“After a long time, maybe five years, the boy and girl went out with their teacher, who used to Sasuke-san’s teacher, to try and get Sasuke-san back. By this time, they were both big ninja, and very strong. They had a big fight with...lots of shouting, and big flashes, but the boy and girl brought Sasuke-san back to Konoha. Konoha was mad at Sasuke-san at first, because he left the village. Sasuke-san broke the rules when he left, Ameko. But Konoha accepted him back.

“The girl still liked Sasuke-san, but...the boy, he didn’t like the girl anymore. After another long ti-.”

“Wait, Mommy!” Ameko interrupted. “Did Sasuke-san become a big, strong ninja?”

“Yes, he became strong while he left, but became a big ninja when he went back to Konoha,” The woman explained gently. “Now let Mommy finish. After another long time, Sasuke-san found out that he also liked the girl. They got married, and were very happy.”

“THE END!” The little girl shouted with joy.

“No, no, Mommy’s not finished yet. But, because the girl was also a big, strong ninja, she went out and did scary things that big, strong ninja have to do. These scary things are very dangerous, which means...hard and...scary. When the girl, no, now she was a lady, went out to do one of those scary things, she was killed by a bad, big, strong ninja.

“When Sasuke-san found out that his wife, that means the lady he’s married to, was dead, he was very, very sad and angry. You see, Ameko, Sasuke-san was an orphan, which means his mommy and daddy were dead, and that made him want to be a big, strong ninja. But the lady was his family because he married her, and then Sasuke-san lost his family again.

“So, in honor of the lady, Sasuke-san always had cherry blossoms or wore them somewhere on him.” The woman let out a breath, her tale finished.

“But why does he wear girly flowers?”

“Why...Daddy told Mommy, but Mommy cannot remember...” She struggled to remember the detail, or else her daughter would never sleep.

“But, Mommy! I want to know, I want to know!”

“Oh yes, I remember now.”

“Why, why?” Ameko sat up on her knees, eager.

“The lady’s name was...Sakura.”

[POEM] Twelve Ways to Look at NejiTen

2008-01-13T15:20:54Z

This is for the Twelve Days/Themes Challenge @ the NejiTen LJ. Well, here goes.

Title: Twelve Ways to Look at NejiTen
Author: katakokk
Rating: K/K+
Note: This is based off of Wallace Steven's "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird." I mentioned I would do this a long time ago, but never got around to it.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto.

I.
Among the age-old trees,
in the hazy mist of the dawn,
Neji and Tenten trained.

II.
The doves fly free in rejoice of a union.
They were a small segment of an elaborate Hyuuga celebration.

III.
I was of three minds,
like a table,
upon which the three ceremonial glasses of wine sit.

IV.
Soft, enveloping warmth fills the air
with a simple sweetness.
The echo of her call danced
with “the springtime of youth.”
The sharpened destruction
aims true
toward the figure standing turned.

V.
Neji and Tenten
are two.
Neji, Tenten, and a pair of hidden rings
are one.

VI.
I do not know which to prefer
the simple longing of the caged bird,
or the soar of its freed wings.
Its moment of discovery,
or the small eggs, never to be marked.

VII.
I know of the river
and its replenishing gift of life.
But I know, too,
of the darkness of its hell
where you cannot swim.

VIII.
At the sight of the maid of destruction
dancing in the raging storm,
even the coldest and most indifferent
stand in awe.

IX.
O most revered shinobi,
cherish love in this world of war,
maketh her your Queen of light
in the dark.

X.
When the King is gone from the world,
he will mark
the collapse of a soul.

XI.
The flute of the ghost
does not play only for special ramen.
Hear its resonance in the air,
take your lover,
and rejoice.

XII.
It was morning all night.
They were training,
and they were going to train.
The steady drum of two hearts
that reached over everything for the other.

[DRABBLE] Blood, Sweat, Tears, and Regret

2007-12-19T22:29:53Z

I is a stupid...I wrote this three days ago, and I'm putting it up today :(. I is a BIG stupid.

Title: Blood, Sweat, Tears, and Regret
Rating: K
Genre: General/Family
Fandom: Naruto
Pairings/Characters: An unnamed shinobi, Iruka-sensei (only in mention), Naruto
Word Count: 674
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto or the Ranger code on which my Ninja code is based.

“The first thing you come to understand after receiving your forehead protector is that you are no longer playing ninja in the marketplace. This is life or death, and not just for you (ninja serve their village, remember?), but for an entire population. Generations could turn to ash with one mistake.

“So many minor ninja villages have been wiped out, and who’s saying it isn’t possible for the same to befall Konoha? A single man took down one side of the village with a single summon; imagine what a platoon, garrison, unit, or team could do.

“A ninja must serve his village. Why do you become ninja? You cannot possibly say, ‘because I felt like it.’ You made a decision to sacrifice yourself for the good of others on a single impulse? That isn’t possible.

“At the back of the ninja handbook there is an oath or sorts. Rather like a contract that obligates us as our village’s servants.

“Understanding that I am an Ninja, fully knowing the hazards of my chosen profession, I will always endeavor to uphold the prestige, honor, and high esprit de corps of a Ninja.

"You will know by my age that, of course, there is little honor in this career.

“Acknowledging the fact that a Ninja is a more elite soldier who arrives at the cutting edge of a battle by land, sea, or air, I accept that as a Ninja my village expects me to fight harder than any other solder.

“And by doing so, putting much more effort than an ordinary soldier into his career and dying earlier than the rest.

“Never shall I fail my comrades. I will always keep myself mentally alert, physically fit, and morally straight. And I will shoulder more than my share of the task, whatever it may be, one hundred percent and then some.

“There is no way to never fail a comrade. If that were possible, this village would not have a memorial stone.

“Viciously I shall meet with the enemy. I shall defeat them on the field of battle for I am better trained and will fight with all my might. Surrender is not a Ninja word. I will never leave a fallen comrade to fall into the hands of the enemy, and under no circumstance will I ever embarrass my village.

“We do not surrender because this profession is a mindless sort. There is no seasoned ninja who hasn’t seen comrades fall to the enemy, children; that is why they look haunted. And, of course, no circumstance applies to all situations except intoxication.

“Readily will I display the intestinal fortitude required to fight to the Ninja objective and complete the mission though I be the lone survivor.

“I’ve never met a ninja who was not shocked and horrified and did not throw up after his first kill. You will come to understand that almost all failed missions have a single survivor.

“Honor your village, shinobi and kunoichi, and make your family proud.

“Look, Genin. I am not here to frighten you. I am here by bidding of your Iruka-sensei, so that you may understand what you’ve gotten yourself into. By the pride I see on your faces, there’s no backing out now for any of you. Congratulations, then, graduating class. You’re one step closer to a career of blood, sweat, tears, and regrets.”

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“Ha! I’ll beat all the odds and become Hokage anyways! Dattebayo!”

[FIC] No One Ever Found Out

2007-11-11T15:32:03Z

Title: No One Ever Found Out
Rating: K, for implied violence, I guess.
Genre: General/Romance
Fandom: Naruto
Pairings/Characters: one-sided LeeSaku and KibaHina. Implied NejiTen. InoShikaTema, NaruHina, KibaOC. Lots of and lots of names too.
Word Count: 1360

(People think that my mind is completely elsewhere, because I wear a youthful green training suit.)

Reviews, por favor!

[FIC] Explosion of Peace

2007-11-02T23:03:07Z

Title: Explosion of Peace

Rating: K+, for blood. I'm sure everyone can handle it.

Genre: General? Angst? ....Probably General.

Fandom: Naruto

Characters: Hyuuga Neji, Tenten, random nameless Sound ninja

Notes: This is ACTUALLY part of my four-shot, Pain of Emotion. But this is the NejiTen chapter. I must confess that the format is all screwy and blocky, and, format-wise, it's probably the worst chapter, but it's the very little NejiTen work I actually have, so there.

(This was war, he knew, but that didn’t mean Konoha abandoned its ideals.)