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Author has written 2 stories for Naruto.
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I just wrote my first stroy today 9/9/07 yey lol
The shinobi forces of Konohagakure no Sato; join up, meet interesting people, kill them
"You do not have the experience, the power, or the skill to even have a hope of matching Itachi. You would be destroyed in less than an instant."
She tried to keep control of her Jutsu, but when she received a hard punch to the gut that literally had the air in her lungs saying 'fuck it' and leaving in a hurry the jutsu predictably collapsed and her along with it.
"He was like a zombie," Kakashi commented.
"A zombie, you say?" Kushina raised a red eyebrow. "Did he ask to eat your super-smart brains, Kakashi?"
The boy scowled. "No, of course not."
"Kakashi," Kushina sighed wearily, "do me a big favor and grow a sense of humor, will you?"
Fullmetal Shinobi http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5714583/11/Fullmetal_Shinobi
...I enjoyed every second of it, the chase, the beating, his screams… I think I almost jizzed in my pants...
"Sorry you guys, I got mugged by admirers and got held up way too long," He walked over to Sasuke and put his hand on his shoulder, "Sasuke I understand." Sasuke smiled at Naruto and nodded, 'Finally, someone who understands…
Kakashi came over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, "Naruto that's not cool, you can't just block a man's cock like that. In the Land of Fire if you block someone's cock they are legally entitled to kill you. You should apologize for that."
"Naruto. I am your father."
Naruto, shocked, dropped to his knees. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he howled, believing a stranger's words.
Sasuke glowered at Sakura accusingly from across the table – or tried to, rather. He ended up glaring three feet to her right, at a random chair.
He pulled back. "Always leave them wanting more," Itachi had advised him once, back when Sasuke didn't know what that meant. He had thought it had something to do with shuriken.
Even though Itachi sucked eggs for confusing Sasuke so completely, he knew girls, so Sasuke wasn't surprised to see Sakura's eyes darken, see her breathing heavily.
Naruto's jaw dropped, and he seemed to look at the Jounin now part Chuunin as if God walked in and said to him; "young child, take that beautiful woman over there and procreate."
I can't let petty personal things like jealousy distract me…
He started to take another sip of his coffee, and froze.
Not that I'm jealous of Maito Gai. I'm not jealous. I'm not.
"Um, Master Kakashi? Can you tell Naruto…?" She trailed off, but smiled hopefully when he nodded.
"Don't worry. I'll tell him that you meant to break his teeth, not his nose…it was a joke!" He said bracingly at the look on Sakura's face. "I'll tell him you were sorry."
Sasuke had been experiencing the most wonderful dream…he had met with a terrible accident that left his face horribly disfigured, and Ino and Sakura were running in the opposite direction when he came into sight, his ugliness repulsing them. That had brought tears of joy into his eyes, and he found himself yelling mocking words at the two girls as he chased them, laughing hysterically.
"Now that I think about it, I bet you never had a woman in your life," Sakura said, shaking her head.
The older Shinobi opened his eyes, and slowly turned his head, glancing up at Sakura, a strange light flickering in his gaze. Sakura blinked at his sudden serious expression.
"You're partially right."
Sakura's eyes widened.
"I did know one woman, whom I loved more than anything," he replied, holding her gaze. "But she died a long time ago…"
Sakura remained still and said nothing, hoping that this rare display of his past life wouldn't end as soon as it had started.
"She was very beautiful," he continued, a note of nostalgia audible in his tone. "She was the world to me."
Sakura continued to run the brush through his wild silver hair, listening intently as she did so. The tone of his voice was one she had never heard before, and she could feel goose bumps rising on her arms.
"She used to sing to me...but I never really appreciated it. Now I regret not listening to her songs when I had the chance to." He murmured, finally pushing Sakura to the point that she couldn't stand the suspense anymore.
"Who was she?" Sakura whispered, mystified, her eyes full of wonderment and awe.
Kakashi glanced up at her and smiled.
It was a relatively normal day within the Hyuuga mansion, and it was particularly quiet since all the servants, cooks, and employees had their weekend holiday. A few random Hyuugas not worth mentioning were wandering the halls.
But among them, the two main characters of this fic were walking the long, maze-like halls to retrieve something each respective Hyuuga needed.
These two were known as Hyuuga Hinata and Hyuuga Neji.
I assume you know their story, yes? The unfairness that exists between the Main house and the Branch house?
If you paid close attention, you'd notice this unfairness simply because of the fact that I mentioned Hinata's name before Neji's.
Oh yes, the injustice of it all.
"I'm going to the hot springs." She said, walking off.
"What do you need to go to the hot springs for?" Kankuro asked incredulously. "You just took a shower this morning."
She looked back at him. "Yeah, and we just finished fighting. I don't want to smell like you."
Kankuro huffed and crossed his arms. Gaara stood there for a moment before walking in the same direction Temari had gone in. Kankuro looked at him.
"Where are you going?"
"I don't want to smell like you, either."
Kankuro yelled in fury and grabbed at his head. "You guys really suck!"
Temari wouldn't call herself a bad cook. Kankuro might, but despite his jokes, she couldn't really burn water. She honestly wasn't a bad cook, though, Temari had to admit, she was a far cry from what one would call a "skilled" chef.
That still didn't explain why the sweet omelette she'd made was … growling.
Swallowing, he closed the door with an audible click. He could no longer pretend that everything was alright anymore. Jiraiya was dead, Sasuke was in the hands of the Akatsuki, and there was a manila folder on his coffee table, full of responsibilities he wasn't ready for...
Turning around and pressing his back against the flimsy woodwork, his body slowly slid down to the floor.
There was a woman behind that door who was pregnant with the demon kid's child. His child.
His legs curled up to his chest as his face planted into his knees.
His hands came up and gripped hair tightly, trying to cover the overwhelming need to cry with pain.
What the hell was he going to do?
Only in America are we this stupid: 1. Only in America ...can a pizza get to your house faster than an ambulance.