Masked Affections ~ Chapter 6: Hide and SeekAN: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters, only my OC’s…wait I don’t have any OC’s, they’re all my co-authors *sigh*. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. And I know, I didn’t get a surprise in as I said I might in last chapter, but I didn’t get the chance to, maybe this time, we can try again.More Like This
A Naruto FanFiction
Chapter 6: Hide and Seek
“Shall we face them?” Sakura hits her fist into her other hand and Naruto moves a little away from her.
“There are only three.” Hinata gets into a battle stance and Kakashi pulls out a kunai.
“This is definitely a real mission.” Naruto tightens his headband.
Shurikens come flying out and Naruto jumps back out of the way. “They’re twelve feet ahead of us, at two o’clock!” Hinata shouts. Naruto nods, and even though Kakashi shouts after him, he rushes forward, charging Rasengan.
He misses as the rogue ninja
Masked Affections ~ Chapter 5: Stupid CatAN: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters, only my OC’s…wait I don’t have any OC’s, they’re all my co-authors *sigh*. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.More Like This
A Naruto FanFiction
Chapter 5: Stupid Cat
“Well…I…kinda…uh…” Shikamaru stutters.
“Oh forget it; I’m not going to make you tell me.” Temari puts her fan back on her back in defeat.
Shikamaru takes a large breath, “Ilikeyou.” He spews all at once.
“What?” She whips around.
“I…like…you…” He immediately protects his head.
“ME?” She says, taken aback, and Shikamaru nods.
“But you’ve never even acted like it, have you? I mean I pay attention and everything…but I thought I was troublesome…” Temari says, befuddled.
“You are troublesome but that’s what I like about you, well…part of it. I like you f
Masked Affections ~ Chapter 4 Failed BabysittingAN: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters, only my OC’s…wait I don’t have any OC’s, they’re all my co-authors *sigh*. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.More Like This
A Naruto FanFiction
Chapter 4: Failed Babysitting
Outside the meeting area Shikamaru and Temari wait, one patient, the other not so much, “Why can’t I just go watch clouds…?”
“That’s boring! This is a mission, gosh pineapple head, you’re so boring…” Temari sighs.
“Watching clouds isn’t boring, and why must we babysit her anyways?” Shikamaru asked, exasperated. While the two bicker, Dawn begins to wonder over to a nearby market, staring at the things on display.
“Because Gaara is busy, and she can’t go in and hear the meeting. He just said she’s now going to be part of our Village Hidden in the Sand. And I’ve watched clouds, it’s boring!”
Masked Affections~Chapter 3: The Council of EldersAN: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters, only my OC’s…wait I don’t have any OC’s, they’re all my co-authors *sigh*. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.More Like This
A Naruto FanFiction
Chapter 3: The Council of Elders
Gaara ducks down, sand protecting him from the bird’s apparent attack. Dawn chuckles at his antics, extends her arm, and the bird flies to her and lands there. “He was just going to land on your shoulder and say hello. My, you’re jumpy.”
“Valiant I presume?” Gaara glares at the bird, breathing heavily.
“Yes this is Valiant.” The bird blinks at Gaara, then squawks again. “He asks your name.”
“I am Sabaku No Gaara. You may call me Gaara.” The bird squawks again, and flies to a spot in front of Gaara. He holds out a wing of soft baby feathers, as if in a handshake. He cautiously, but gently
Masked Affections~ Chapter 2: DawnAN: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters, only my OC' s wait I don't have any OC's, they're all my co-authors *sigh*.Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.More Like This
AN: For those of you wanting to see Madara, just hang in there! He will be introduced later in the story. Also, if some of my characters seem slightly out of character, forgive me, as we get later on, I will make some as I wish (considering you don't see them enough in the Anime to really know their personality), so just warning you ahead of time. Any pointers are accepted though!
A Naruto FanFiction
Chapter 2: Dawn
"Don't interfere boy." He warns.
"You are mistaken. I am no boy." Gaara steps forward with an emotionless blink,
"Now I suggest you leave."
"I will leave with her then, so now you leave. I don't really care what or who you are. I am doing my duty." He states, "Why are you defending this traitor anyways?"
"Because I protect people, rather from my
Masked Affections~ Chapter 1: The Masked LadyAN: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters, only my OC's wait I don't have any OC's, they're all my co-authors *sigh*.. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.More Like This
AN: This takes place not long after Sasuke has killed Orochimaru, but I do warn, this doesn't follow EXACT plot lines, basic plot will happen, but it goes AU or AP for Alternate Plot, since I'm keeping it in the same Naruto world. Not only is this Romance/Adventure, it also has Mystery and Suspense and maybe a tiny bit Humor. This also has several pairings other than the main ones listed. R&R please.
A Naruto FanFiction
Chapter 1: The Masked Lady
It was late fall in Konoha, and the harvest festival was in full swing, some of Suna's residents were visiting, and for once, peace was abundant.
Kakashi talks to Jiraiya about his famous book series, Icha Icha, Naruto eats several samples of Ichiraku ramen, and a pair of Hyuuga eyes watch him nervousl
Nothing like the First LoveThere's nothing like the first loveMore Like This
And those early signs of bliss
Where heartache's still unheard of
And all you lust for is a kiss
When we're still so innocent and pure
Think with love, this world, we cure
But we're just so immature
Gave our hearts away without really being sure
There is nothing like the first love
No one could ever take their place
We may come across pure beauty
Only to find perfection in their face
And the thickness of their lips
Combine to form a perfect smile
Leave our hair standing on its tips
Nothing like the first love
Even if one day we grow apart
We will always keep the memories
And a special place for them inside our hearts
Illusions, Realities and...Illusions, Realities and Catching ButterfliesMore Like This
Like a piece is missing
Been torn away
Feeling like your dead
Even though you're still breathing
Missing something great
Missing something dear
You could see it right in front of you
But never touch it
You could know it's always there
But feel as if it never was
It's not much farther
It's not much longer
It's in your grasp
It's in your sights
A little more time
A little more wait
It's not flying away
It's not far now
Grab your butterfly net
And catch it yourself
It's worth all your while
It's worth all the time
Catch it quick
And hold it dear
Never let it go
Never let it fade
It's like a candle flame
Or the beat of a butterfly's wing
Gentle as a heart pumps
Quiet as the snow falls
Silent like the wind moves
Quick like the lightning strikes
Like a piece was always there
Been put back together
Feeling so alive
Even though your breath has been taken away
Having something great
Having something dear
A New Beginning chp. 4: Music TheoryNadia walked into the classroom. It was spacy. There were six rows of tables and six across. You could fit two at a table. The walls were made of white blocks and the floors were covered in white tile. There were no windows. In the front of the room was a huge whiteboard with a screen that could be pulled down in front of it. In the back corner of the room looked to be a decent sized closet.More Like This
Nadia noticed that she was the first on in the room. She took a seat in the front row, on the far side on the outside. She pulled out a planner and a pen. She sat there and waited doodling on the side of the paper.
Other students came in and took their seats around the room. One of them sat down next to Nadia. Nadia looked up to see it was a young lady.
The young lady wore a slightly low cut dark purple shirt, black jeans with a few rips on it, a belt that hung off the hip, purple fingerless gloves, black boots and a dark purple hooded cloak. She had long pale blonde hair with black highlights. The
A New Beginning Chapter 3Nadia stared at the sight before her. The café was crowded. Students sat in booths and at the tables. A waiter walked back and forth brining food to the different tables.More Like This
Opal grabbed her arm, “Come on, there is a booth open.” She dragged Nadia over to the table. Nadia got in first and Opal sat next to her. Xavier sat across from Opal.
A waiter came over. Nadia studied him. He wore a white dress shirt, black dress shoes, and black dress pants. He had slightly messy light brown hair and warm dark green eyes. He had high cheek bones and a strong chin. He also had a scar across his left cheekbone. He had a warm tan and looked like he worked out. He wore a name tag that read, ‘Kreen.’
“Opal it is nice to see you here.” Kreen said.
“Yes, it’s nice to see you as well.” Opal replied with a big smile.
“You brought a new friend with you.” Kreen said looking at Nadia.
“This is Nadia, our newest member.” Opal rep
A New Beginning chapter twoA New BeginningMore Like This
Chapter Two: Conflicts
Nadia watched as Theodore and Xavier played some weird card game with monsters and life points. It did not make any sense to her.
“What is this?” Nadia asked quietly.
“It is a card game called Magic. It is much easier to play than it is to watch unless you know how to play.” Xavier answered.
Nadia blinked a couple of times. “Okay…it seems…interesting.”
“I could teach you if you want.” Xavier offered.
“Um…okay.” Nadia said quietly looking at the floor.
Xavier smiled brightly and reached into his bag and pulled out a black deck box. “This deck will be easier for you to understand how to play.”
“After the game you can teach her. I am about to demolish you. You can’t just scoop now.” Theodore injected.
A New Beginning Chapter OneA New BeginningMore Like This
Chapter One: Arrival
Today is the first day of college. People milled back and forth not really wanting to go to class, but rather wanted to go back home and to bed, even though it was almost noon. The majority of the students hung out in the student center since there really wasn’t anywhere else to go. There was one such person, who just finished their first class, went to the student center.
A female student walked into the center carrying many textbooks. She stopped and looked around the room. It was packed like a can of sardines and there wasn’t a place that wasn’t taken up by some group of people.
In her awe about the amount of people she didn’t notice that there were others behind her trying to get by and was bumped from behind, which sent her sprawling to the ground. The female student looked up through her ruby red hair and saw that there were three females looking down at her. There were tw
My Wife my HeroMore Like This
We all have them in our lives, heroes that is, and some of us are blessed to have wives also. The word hero is used way too frivolously: sports heroes, heroic acts, even animal heroes, we certainly have high praise for a lot of heroes.
I have had only three heroes in my life. My Dad taught me a lot about family, commitment and work ethics. My dad was also a hard working Christian man.
Jesus was and will be forever the world’s greatest Hero for saving all of us who believe and trust in Him, our Lord and Saviour.
The hero of this story is my wife, Sharon Rose. At a quick glance she looks like most average middle –aged women except for an inner glow she exudes. Her love radiates to all those that know her. Working with special needs children, her calming influence is felt by all students, even those not under her direct care. Fondly remembered by graduated students, those memories can last a lifetime as someone who cared.
This inner glow