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Gothic Tenten--Chapter 1
UGH! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM!
Here I am walking along the streets, down to my apartment COVERED in splotches of Green and White.
Oh, he was SOO going to pay..
Tenten, Neji, my sparring partner signaled time for a quick break.
I put down all of my scrolls on the grass and released the seal on my weapons, sending them back from the attack I used.
We spar everyday, and its ALWAYS the same. I sweat, get angry, throw weapons carelessly, and he wins. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
I walked over to the shade of the tree where Neji and Lee were waiting for me to eat our lunches.
Yosh! I have a GREAT idea! Lee was practically jumping out of his spandex...thankfully that didnt ACTUALY happen.
Lee, you think that all of your ideas are great, and usually they involve you and Sakura-san and they go completely as expected: I paused, waiting for Neji to finish my sentence, he gladly obliged.
They fail. He said, an
Acknowledge MeAcknowledge me,
I've been waiting for so long and it is you who makes me strong.
Whenever I'm lost and don't know what to do,
All I need is to look at you.
It's your smile and your laughter that makes my life worthwhile.
And when tears fall from your eyes I too cry.
I want to be strong like you,
So that I can help you achieve your dream.
I want to comfort you when the world is cruel and mean.
It would mean the world to me if you looked at me with love in your eyes.
Then my heart wouldn't cry.
I try so hard to open this stuttering mouth and say how I feel,
But my tongue is paralyzed by fear,
Scared that your words aren't the ones I dream to hear.
I want to hold you and never let go.
I want to be with you always,
Even if the world says no.
I need to hear you say you love me because I love you Naruto-kun.
NRT: Bedbugs Pt III
Soft, cool fingers mapped the delicate curves of the bare woman that lay in front of him. She smiled into the night air, her eyes closed as she felt the light trace on her skin. The woman then gave a small sigh as the hand continued its exploration from her thigh on up towards her stomach. She then felt the other hand as it gently swept her loose brown hair from her face before a reign of slow, wet kisses began to litter of neck, back, and shoulders.
The woman than gasped loudly, causing the dark haired man to emit a rare, low chuckle as his hand had quickly made residence between her legs. She then turned to him, opening her eyes as she did so, but it was a moonless night and so she could only make out the silhouette of the man she was now wrapping an arm around.
Her other hand went up to his face. She first swept his dark locks out of his eyes, not knowing why as she still could not make out a single feature. Her fingers, with great care, then ran across his lips
HopelessTenten continued to toss and turn on her tiny twin size bed. It had been this way for over a month. Though, in reality, if she were completely honest with herself, it had actually started long before that. For many years the weapons mistress had harbored feelings for a certain white eyed prodigy. It had started as a simple crush, or so she told herself; after all, every girl in their class had chased after the Hyuga genius. However, Tenten had never been among those who one would consider his many fangirls, believing that she would most likely out-grow her silly school girl crush.
Upon being placed in the same genin squad, it became more difficult for Tenten to ignore her ever increasing infatuation. It eventually became clear to her that it was not just some adolescent crush, but perhaps something more. As much as she had wanted to deny it, it became evident that she had fallen in love with the stoic Hyuga. Accepting this reality, she had eventually grown to hope, that in time, he mig
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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