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Beauty and the BeastChapter 1 Hello
Hinata Hyuga. That was the name of the girl running through the empty streets of Konoha with rain soaking her. It was the last day of the rainy season for the year and the worst storm ever to hit. Hinata stopped at the nearest place which was the Konoha library, she rung out her shoulder length indigo hair from the rain and wiped off the water from her face and opened her eyes that were colored white with a lavender tint. She walked through to the nearest bookshelf and started looking for a book. No book in particular, just a book that would strike her interest. She sighed thinking about what would happen once she got home.
I cant even do a simple mission. Father would never want to have anything to do with me once he finds out that I failed this last mission. With that thought through her head, her eyes became watery. Im a failur
Bite Me: A Hellsing FanficChapter 1: Battle of the books
I dont get what is so special about vampires that sparkle. I said in my heavy southern draw. I sipped my orange juice, while my friend Krystal slowly killed her brain cells with a copy of Midnight.
How can you not love the romance between Belle and Elric? That is a sin, Alyssa! And arent you the one who loves vampires? Krystal replied in her lilting English accent giving me a smug look, while I shrugged.
I hate to tell you this Krys, but those are not vampires. Those are sparkly glitter fairies with anemia. Real vampires dont sparkle in sunlight. They either burst into flames, or are completely unharmed by it. And another thing there is not a romance between Belle and Elric. There is lust. Its called hormones. Every teenager has them, its completely normal. And Elric drives me nuts. He cant decide which personality to stick with. And he completely contradicts himself. Belle, I am
IM Tales ch2Chapter 2: Change
When Raisei finally allowed himself to be dragged back to Konoha (his pride refused to let him admit hed lost), the first thing he noticed was how much things had changed and how certain things had stayed exactly the same.
Konoha stayed the same. The hospital was still that same sterile white and student medic-nin bustled back and forth with the same routine theyd always seemed to have. Most of the shops were in the same places, staffed by largely the same people. He bought dango from the same woman hed bought it from as a small child and she smiled the same vacant smile she gave all her customers.
There was a kind of reassuring and welcoming feeling in that sameness, that he could just pick up where hed left off and nothing would be different. But that, he knew, was a lie. It would not no, it could not be the same.
Minoru may have been taller and hit harder, but at first he s
IM Tales ch5Chapter 5: Observer
Tsubaki had always had a rather disquieting presence. There was no question that she was an exceptionally gifted ninja. Greatness ran thick in her blood and had afforded her all the tools necessary to become a legend in her own right, which she capitalized with frightening aptitude. However, her genius came paired with strangely quiet, focused personality and her face rarely moved from the strange aloof expression she had adopted.
It worried her parents and grandparents, she knew that. She had been good at sneaking as a child and could remember overhearing the concerned whispers and mentions of another genius, someone whos name was never uttered, at least not where she could hear it or see the shapes of moving lips. It particularly troubled her father most of all and left him scowling until she allowed him to find her. He would always spoil her and buy her treats after those discussions a
IM Tales ch4Chapter 4: Middle
Being the middle child was the worst and Hasuka Uzumaki knew this like she knew the sky was blue.
Her older sister, Tsubaki, was a genius on a fast track for ANBU. Everybody always talked about how smart she was and how gifted she was as a ninja and boys were always going out of their way just to impress her. Tsubaki was hot and Hasuka was just the cute kid sister. Not that Tsubaki ever noticed, but still... Everything was so easy for her! She made everything look effortless and everyone kept comparing the two of them, as if she was supposed to be just like her older sister.
Her younger brother, Minoru, was a pain. He was always bugging her and he wouldnt leave her alone. He kept goofing off and playing stupid pranks. He ruined her things, made fun of her friends and then ran and cried to their parents when she hit him for it, even though he really, really deserved
My Beloved Savior Chp. 7Chapter Seven "Dangerous Secrets"
Anytime she looked at Sesshomaru, he only glared at her. Kagome didn't mean to be rude to him, but Sesshomaru made her angry every time they even tried to talk to each other.
And what was worse, she had revealed her secret to him. What she showed him went against everything her mother and father had taught her about hiding her powers. Kagome couldn't even apologize to Sesshomaru for burdening him with this information about her.
That wasn't the only thing that was troubling her.
Why was Sesshomaru so vague about her betrothed? If only she could see her own future, then she would know what kind of man her fiancé was like. Miroku had been ordered to ride next to her. He was going on about something she wasn't paying attention to.
"Miroku, would you be so kind as to tell me about Lord Naraku?" she asked,
figuring that he could probably give her the answers she wanted.
His eyes widen at her question. She knew he liked her and with enough convincing, h
My Beloved Savior Chp. 10Chapter Ten "The Western Palace"
Kagome hadn't realized how close they actually were to the borders of the Western Kingdom. They would surely reach the palace before nightfall.
As they traveled towards the Western Palace, she noticed how distant Sesshomaru became. Kagome was truly shocked when he had asked her to ride with him yesterday, only to be disappointed that he only wanted to talk to her about her betrothed.
This past day, he had made sure not to be alone with her. He wouldn't even look at her in the eyes. But it didn't matter. Sesshomaru had already sparked a fire in Kagome that could never go out. So Kagome would sneak touching a few of his belongings. She had to be careful though. He was well aware of her gift, so he tried to keep most of his belongings close to him. But any chance she got she would take it. When she touched them, she could only see a very little but she loved the feel of him. He was strong and always had problems on his mind that he was trying to work out.
IM Tales ch6Chapter 6: Legacy
Sakura is old. Her hands are not as steady as they used to be, her face is wrinkled and her hair is now mostly white. She thinks, perhaps, she shouldnt look as old as she does, but she knows this is a side effect of the life shes chosen. Years of rigorous chakra usage has shortened her life and drained away her youth.
She is not alone in this Naruto, too, wears the effects of age. His hair is peppered with white and some days his joints lock up. He looks even older than she does now, partly due to stress and the rigors of ninja life, and partly due his condition as jailor. The Kyuubis regenerative abilities have a steep price and he pays it even now.
But it was all right, she supposes. Theyd both lived long hard lives and lived to see their grandchildren, which is more than most ninja can hope for. Some ninja didnt live to see their child
IM Tales ch9Family
Sasuke is nineteen and feels like hes twice that old. Hes been a traitor three times first to his village and friends, then to his brothers memory, and finally to Akatsuki. Hes wandered everywhere, it seems, and he knows countless jutsu. His body is littered with so many scars he cant remember where he got them all. He wears the rank of jounin officially, though everyone in the village and all the Bingo books rank him among the three most powerful ninja alive, right alongside his former teammates.
Hes been working odd jobs around the village for a while now, mostly for the interrogation squads, though he is officially listed as a jounin sensei and has been so for almost a year. He has yet to pass a team but hes okay with that. It keeps him close to home, which is exactly where he wants to be right now.
A messenger chunnin runs up to him and passes him a scrol
Bad SesshomaruSummary: Kagome never thought Sesshomaru would cause havoc in her time. She was proven wrong when she came home from school to find her room's new look. A huge mess everywhere with a large white dog sleeping on her bed holding a few of her clothes hostage and her spare set of stiletto high heel boots ruin.
Bad Boy Sesshomaru
The Raven teen sighs tiredly ready to go in her time to go have a small nap after a long day that has a battle with Naraku and sitting her older brother-like figure, Inuyashau8u8u8. Her brown eyes soften at the sight of her companion. The man besides her raises a delicate brow wondering what his Miko is thinking at that moment. She just gives him a smile before grabbing the rope to climb out of the Bone Eater Well.
A pair of arms scoops her up getting a soft squeak of indignation. The other just gives a smirk enjoying the cute blush forming on the Miko's cheeks. She places her head on the firm
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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