Author has written 3 stories for Naruto, Inuyasha, and Bleach.
The name "ChimamareNoTsuki" means: Bloody Moon, and it is something that I came up with awhile back. I am 14 years old, an egotistical bastard, a good friend, a good reviewer, and a painfully honest person. I self-analyze way too often and am very smart (and tall) for my age. I love reviewers, although I call them "maggots" and I appreciate raw criticism.
Stuff about me:
Height: 5'9' (5'10'?)
Stories: Not very many
Interests: Anime, LOTR, MMORPG, Supernatural, etc.
Oh, and also, I am extremely lazy . . . and wonderful, and gorgeous, and beautiful, and better than all you maggots.
Preview for Upcoming Stories:
Naruto Shippuden: The Moonlight Pearl
Summary: The Chimamare No Tsuki have been secretly existing in the ninja world since the dawn of the ninja arts, protecting and hiding their village, the Village Hidden in the Night Clouds. But, when a certain criminal organization discovers them, there is no way in hell they're gonna avoid a fight. With enemies unlike any before them, the Akatsuki prove to be the greatest challenge for the all-girls organization, the Chimamare. But with extremely handsome, strangely drawing, and stereotypical bad-boys appearing wherever they go, will the fights be the only problem the Chimamare have with the Akatsuki? Join our main character, Ume, the newest member of the group as she struggles with her feelings and her battles against a certain weasel who seems completely unaffected by her. But is that the truth?
Chapter One Excerpt: EPISODE ONE: IN WHICH DANGO IS A CONTRIBUTER TO THE SHINOBI’S MATING RITUAL/ MEETING THE GIRLS
“Please, Syziah-san, please tell me you’re not going to do something that will get us discovered.” Ume whispered as the two came closer to the rest shop. Syziah snorted before patting her companion on the head to assure her that intentions were, somewhat, good.
“Of course not, I just wanna talk to the tall one. I’ll be back in a minute.” And with that, the tall silver-haired woman ran ahead and over to the table of her new-found prey. Meanwhile, Ume found a table in the back of the shack, made her way over to it, and pretended not to be related to the tall female at all. After receiving a small cup of tea, Ume tried to ignore the conversation that occurred across the shop that went something like this:
“Hey there,” Syziah’s signature seductive voice drawled.
“. . . Do you need something?” the taller man responded, his voice a menacing, low, grumble of annoyance.
“I just wanna ask you one thing, big man,”
“ . . . What?”
“Can I have a bite of your . . .bigdango stick?”
Syziah barely had enough time to process the sound of a drink being spewed out across the room before she was grabbed by the hand and dragged outside.
Itachi and Kisame blinked as a blur of brown rushed past them taking the silver haired woman with it.
“W-what are you doing!?” Ume panicked. Her face was beet-red as she stared nervously up at Syziah. She blinked once before rubbing the back of her head and grinning.
“I was just talking to hi-“
“Talking!?” Ume hissed, “You basically went up to him and asked if you could give him a blow job!” Syziah giggled.
“Well yeah, that’s how all great relationships start these days!” she chirped. Ume’s dark brown locks fell over her eyes as she reached up and grabbed her partner by the shoulders.
“Are they looking over here right now?” she whispered.
“Yeah,” Syziah grinned.
“Shoot!” Ume cursed. Hesitantly she raised her head to glance at the pair of men sitting in the shade of the shack. She squeaked in fright when her purple orbs met the blazing red ones of the smaller man.
“Pretty hot, huh?” Syziah teased.
Taking Care of the Akatsuki
Summary: When Sabrina decides to have a sleepover with her friends on her twenty-third birthday, things go wrong when all of a sudden her old high-school-days favorite anime characters show up in her house and kidnap her friend. Somehow, she manages to create a peaceful agreement with the Akatsuki and end up having them live in her house. Although, it isn't as fun as one would think. When constantly running the risk of angering them and getting killed Sabrina and her friends Kiana, Brandy, and Raven, have to make sure to stay ahead of the game. And that means absolutely NO romance. At all. So, which one of the girls will break the rule first?
Chapter One Exerpt: Chapter One - SABRINA
Waking up to Kiki’s Nissan at three in the morning was not what I wanted for my birthday. As the blaring of the accursed car’s alarm continued, I sat up on my bed and rubbed the haze of sleep from my eyes. The only light source in the dark room was the moonlight dulled by the dark purple curtains hung over the window above me. I looked on the carpet floor where I could make out three unconscious figures. They were still asleep. I grabbed a pillow off my bed from behind me, pulled it over my head, and crashed it down onto my friend snoozing on the floor.
“Ow! What the fuck?” Kiana mumbled groggily. Her face was still buried in her pillow and her long, black hair fanned around her head. I scowled.
“Go turn off your fucking car, maggot.” I hissed. My eyes felt like they had bags under them as I glared at Kiki’s unmoving figure. Slowly, she lifted her head and turned to glare back at me. I gestured impatiently towards my window where the car could be heard from. Taking a moment to let out an annoyed sigh, Kiki stood up and tumbled blindly around my room, tripping over my other friend, Brandy, in the process. After being rudely kicked in the liver, Brandy growled and swung at Kiki’s leg. It missed, and smacked right into my third friend, Raven’s, face. Instead of grimacing, Raven shifted deeper into her sleeping bag and simply stated:
“Fuck off, it’s too early.”
I would have laughed at all of my maggots’ stupidity if it weren’t for the fact that it was three in the morning, and the Nissan’s horn had begun to resemble the sound of my old alarm clock. A sound which had, in turn, been paid for with my alarm clock’s life no more than a week ago. As Kiki finally made it across the room to my dresser which her purse was on, Brandy got up, walked over, and plopped down beside me.
“I’m going to murder her car.” She mumbled. Maggot #1, Brandy, was about on the same level as me when it came to being a morning person. To us, all things not warm and comfortable were to be incinerated any time before 10:00a.m. We also had the same taste in movies, Asian food, and the same chocolate-brown colored eyes. Other than that we we’re completely different. She was about 5’4’ while I was almost 6 feet tall. She had long, black hair that went down to her mid-back while I had dark brown, wavy hair that stopped at the bottom of my shoulder blades. She had dark tan skin while I had milk-chocolate skin, and she was probably of Navajo descent. I was a full-blown African-American.
Brandy and I stared expectantly at the hunched over form of Kiana (or Kiki, as we called her) as she dug through her purse to find her keys, a.k.a. a means to shut the fucking Nissan up. Kiki was Asian-Hispanic-American. Or, at least, that’s what we called her. She was actually Hispanic, but she looked Asian. Like, really Asian. She was about 5’7’, had long blackish-brown hair that went past her butt, and black eyes. Her skin was pale, and oddly she didn’t have any blemishes, even after living in New Mexico for all her life. The only thing she had in common with me was her perverted mind, her taste in men, and her obsession over anime. Thus, having fewer similarities than Brandy, Kiki was dubbed as my Maggot #2.
As we continued to wait for Kiki to find her keys, Raven finally decided to get out of her sleeping bag and come and sit on the other side of Brandy.
“So, why the fuck are we awake?” she asked through a yawn. Brandy and I slowly turned to her. I stared, annoyance ebbing at the back of my mind, begging me to smack her.
“Do you not hear the screaming car outside?” I deadpanned. Raven turned back to my window and frowned.
“Didn’t notice ‘till now,” she mumbled. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. Raven was my Maggot #3. The only thing we had in common was our love of anime. She had hazel/blue/green eyes and shoulder length blonde hair that swept over her right eye. She was about 5’7’ and was Caucasian.
“Found ‘em!” Kiki shouted triumphantly as she turned to us with her keys held high above her head. Raven and Brandy winced and covered their ears. I stared at the loud maggot who was obviously in the wrong.
“Don’t scream,” I snapped, “I’ll incinerate you.” She grinned and walked over to my bedroom door. She turned to us.
“Be right back,” she whispered. We all nodded to her in approval, gracious that the car could now shut the fuck up.
She didn’t come back, and the car was still screaming.
After about ten minutes, Brandy, Raven, and I decided she was taking a considerable number of more minutes than the normal idiot should to shut up a car. Not only that, but another thing bothered me. Why was the car’s alarm set off in the first place? In order not to freak Brandy and Raven out I didn’t say anything, but I was still slightly paranoid that some sort of criminal was in our house. I pushed the thought of Kiki being hurt completely from my mind. I wouldn’t start thinking that yet.
So, the three of us decided to check out my house. We geared up, putting on slippers and pants (nobody slept with their pants on), and left my bedroom. Tiptoeing down the hallway, we went in order from Master to Maggot #1 then to Maggot #3. Then we came up against the most treacherous and horrifying sight ever. The stairs. I looked back at my maggots, making sure that the fact that I wasn’t going first was clearly in my eyes. We stood there and stared at each other, mentally debating as to who would go first. Finally, being the most mature of us, Brandy went first. She rolled her eyes as she passed by me and I distinctively heard her say “weak” under her breath. I frowned and began tiptoeing after her. A maggot’s rebellion was an unwelcome thing.
I'll put the rest up when I feel like it. Too tired to finish right now.
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