The Forging of a KunoichiThe nightmare always began the same way. Only the ending ever changed.
She started out watching the family. They had come to visit the village - a mother, father, older brother and a young girl. The toddler was so excited. There were so many new things to see and smell and touch here, not like at home. Ni-san had let the girl try some of the lunch the father bought for him from a stall, something wriggly on a stick. It was rubbery and spicy, so the toddler spat it out. She smiled coyly at the people who came to her parents’ cart to look at the shiny metal things Daddy made. She knew she wasn’t supposed to touch the things... they were sharp. It was a very exciting, busy day and soon the girl fell asleep very soundly.
It was here that the scene shifted. She was no longer watching the little girl, she was the little girl. The sky glowed dull orange, and burning buildings spat vivid embers into the night sky. It looked like Daddy’s forge back home when he
HealingHealingHealing3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Tenten stood on the other side of the window partition, one hand pressed up against the cool glass. Her other hand was a tangled mess of splints and bandages. The sharp throbbing of her broken fingers almost obscured the burning itch of the sutures across her back. The burning itch of the stitches almost distracted her from the rhythmic pulse of the clock out in the hallway. The ticking of the clock was almost loud enough to cover up the muffled noise of the respirator in the ICU. The regular, soothing hiss of the respirator, every five seconds, would never be enough to take her mind off the fact that somewhere, inside that snaking mess of IV lines, monitoring cables, catheters, and bandages, her son struggled for his life.
She stood there and stared. Tenten wasn't quite sure when it happened, but sometime in the past three hours, paranoia had set in. She was convinced that if she looked away, that if she blinked, the machines would fail, her son's last breath would
I'll protect youNeji couldn't sleep. Tomorrow was a big day. The entire village would be headed for war in the morning. They had been headed towards this war for months, years, generations even. But tomorrow was the big day when all active shinobi would grab their gear and head towards the final battle field.I'll protect you2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Turning his head on the soft white pillow below his splayed out hair, Neji's eyes darted towards the far off wall clock. It was early. Only a quarter past midnight. He still had a little under five hours before it would be time to head out. He turned his head back to face the ceiling, closing his eyes in an attempt to will himself to sleep. This would be the last night he would get to sleep in a comfortable bed, with a soft pillow under him, and warm blanket to cover him.
The last night.
Neji's mind lingered on that thought. This could be the last night for a lot of things. The last night he would be in his bed. The last night he would be in the Hyuga compound. The last night he would be in the v
FavoritesNeji likes scars;Favorites4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He likes the way it reminds people of their past doings. Like an open history book, he can read himself and read plenty other's scars. Some, from doing stupid things like burning himself with hot soup. Others, from doing important things like taking down 6 enemies at once.
He likes how some people question his curiosity and liking for the ugly marks. Few have even noticed it, though, because he will never directly ask for the nature of how one got it. He will silently dissect it in his Hyuuga tinkering mind, and find different causes. He will smirk that knowing smirk of his, or nod that solemn nod, and move on to find out how he can avoid such a situation.
Neji loves the marks his actions leave behind on his body, because he knows that his marks on others are much worse. It helps to ease his conscience (yes, he has one), even if only for a little while. He especially likes to see her scars, for he knows she's stronger than all of them.
Tenten likes hair;
She likes t
67 PercentTitle: 67%67 Percent4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Summary: Naruto Gakuen Den verse. There's nothing wrong with being a tomboy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, Kishimoto and his publishers do and the only thing I gain from writing this is possibly some attention.
Dedicated to: Sorceress2000 I know you don't like the term tomboy but well hopefully you'll like the fic.
A/N: This is both my contest entry for Bladed Love and a 100 themes piece. It always makes me ridiculously happy to kill two birds with one stone.
Tenten frowned and stared at the gigantic D on her paper. The six and seven seemed to mocking her even more than all of the little x marks over the questions she'd missed. She'd done fine with the multiple choice ones but the fill in the blank questions had driven her crazy.
"You should give up the martial arts club," Sakura tsked, taking the papers from her and flipping through it. "Boys don't like tomboyish girls, who are manly and dumb, as anything other than friends. If you want Neji to like you t