Current Projects (Released);
-Serendipity. Chapter 3 about 50 percent done. My inspiration, or rather - will, to write this comes and goes. One second I'm enamoured with it, the other I get sick at the thought of Sakura. I'm weird like that.
-Chaos Theory. Chapter 3 about 40 percent done. This started with me writing LOADS of absolutely crappy AU/What-If fics. You know the ones; where every scene is directly taken from cannon but with only ONE little difference; "Naruto is a genius". I was sick and tired of it. So this is actually an experiment of sorts. How much CAN you change the cannon timeline with only ONE little change? Realistically, that is. Well, a crap of a lot, if you ask me. In Chaos Theory, one little detail snowballs the whole story. And nothing will ever be the same.
Misc. News;
23/3, -08;
I suck. Not totally surprising, I know, but there it is anyway.
I keep getting sidetracked, sidewinded, side...whatever!, everywhere I look. I got two, TWO, new story ideas. That I'm absolutely dieing to write. But I keep stopping myself because I do not WANT to start new stuff. But the ideeaaaas. They're so shiiiiny. Argh. But I -KNOW- I'm going to lose interest. My attention span is TERRIBLE at best. Non existant at WORST.
I suck. That is all.
12/2, -08;
Hokay. Between work, studying for a missed out exam and learning how to drive (-.-), I've finally been able to write some stuff, at least.
And just to piss people off, I've decided to throw in some teasers here. It's not like anything else of interest gets posted here, anyways.
From At a Glance (the new cook-up mentioned last post);
And the bars were soon crushed, for good it seemed. Before she could take advantage and escape, however, she felt an odd sensation. It came in the form of a cold shiver, caused by a metal something grasping her throat, and going all the way around her neck. Her eyes narrowed and a wry, indignant expression developed on her beautiful face as she traced the shining metal collar with the index finger of her right hand. With wide eyes she followed the chain connected to her new metal necklace before they, with something akin to a delighted sneer, settled on the tiny giggling infant on the floor in front of her. The infant, whose wrist bore a silver bracelet fastened together with a bolt on the other side of that very same chain.
“Well well well, isn’t this a most interesting twist?” she composed herself and sauntered over to the child, picking him up by one of her tails wrapped around his body, the metal chain making odd sounds as she brought him in front of her face. “I do wonder,” she caressed his small cheek with the long, painted nails of her right-hands index, middle and ring finger, “how you,” she continued, before stopping her ministrations and grabbing his face surprisingly gently in her much bigger palm, “...taste.”
And with that, she flicked those three fingers over his left cheek, hard enough to draw blood and trace three horizontal lines in his flesh. “I guess I won’t find out yet,” she sighed in mock boredom, channelling her blood red aura into the child and adding as an afterthought; “Although I suppose, perhaps it’ll be soon enough...” She smiled, baring her prolonged teeth.
He didn’t cry, didn’t wail, didn’t sob or scream. He just lay there emotionless, she noticed, staring back at her with dull, albeit bright, eyes. Their gazes met, and the medic in her knew that it should be impossible for an infant of only a few hours old to focus his eyes. For a fleeting moment, through her surging shock, she marvelled at his attentive and, dare she say, intelligent eyes. They almost held an amused expression as the burning candles and roaming crimson chakra danced in their reflection, looking at her, almost daring her to move, his head slightly cocked to his right.
Perhaps that’s what finally snapped her out of it, Tsunade would never know. But a few seconds later she took a deep breath, closed her eyes momentarily and moved to the babes side again.
Orochimaru watched, almost amused, as the Fourth Hokage of Konohagakure fell to the floor. Really, such waste of potential. Because if there was one thing he could really appreciate it was strength and beauty. Orochimaru reluctantly agreed that Namikaze Minato had possessed both in abundance. And to be so naïve and give ones life away like that. It was such a pity.
Well, almost a pity, he stifled a chuckle. He never did like Minato, after all.
Serendipity;
Satisfied when no other projectiles flew his way, he turned toward the only other occupant - and not coincidentally, the source of the projectiles - of the bathroom with a smirk.
“Oh, it’s you.” The woman in front of him spoke up with a playful pout, clad only in a towel that hugged her tanned figure tightly. He saw right through her mock pout, as usual, but decided to play along for now.
“Ouch, and here I thought you’d be happy to see me.” His act was half-assed however, as he looked at her everywhere he shouldn’t, all the while grinning suggestively.
So, you see... I haven't been completely slacking off!
19/1, -08;
Blah. Recent chapters basically ruined some of my planning when it came to Chaos Theory. Good game. Back to the drawing board.
Serendpity is progressing slowly too, considering I got a internship 'until late Mars + taking my drivers license (which is over three years due, heh. Perhaps a comfort that my lazyness is not solely based around fanfiction? Probably not.) which leaves me with, what, two hours of free time every day of the week, save for weekends...
Yeah, kinda gets me exhausted.
In other news, to get my creative juices (among others) flowing, I've been outlining a new, just-for-fun, idea. It's basically something I won't take serious, and just write for plain good ol' fun. I snatched the idea from Master of Anime (check the pen-name out) and it basically revolves around a super-intelligent Naruto... and a whole lot of girls.Fun fun fun. I won't be caring much for clichés with this one, which should leave it even more satisfying to cook up, if nothing else.
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