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This should be interesting.
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Date: 2003-08-22 01:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-22 03:30 am (UTC)It seemed strange to think of it like that. Hinata could remember him saying quite a lot to her over the years, great volumes in short sentences and pursed lips and narrowed eyes that could chase her down hallways. He always greeted her respectfully, and always she wished he wouldn’t because she knew he hated it-- but he did it anyway, bowing his head with a gracious "Good morning, Hinata-sama" and something hot and angry in his gaze before he’d turn and walk away. He never ignored her. In fact, he paid more attention to her than anyone else in the clan, but it was all so terribly different from the brief, long ago way things used to be that when it all changed again it felt like she hadn’t heard his voice in forever.
When exactly that happened though, Hinata wasn’t sure. She supposed it could’ve been in the hospital, after the their first chuunin exam, but he hadn’t really said anything then—just stood by the window and watched her with a strange look on his face. It wasn’t for months after that that she could think of a possible instance; he’d thrown himself into his training and hardly spoke to anyone at all, with the odd exception of her father.
Hinata liked to think it was the festival—the first one the village was able to hold, in the wrong season and in the aftermath of that same difficult year. Neji had cornered her in the hall, stating in no uncertain terms that he would be accompanying her, and then looking utterly disgusted when he realized she’d jumped against the wall.
"What do you think I’m going to do to you?" And the question was purely rhetorical. "It’s not something new, Hinata-sama."
And that was true, but the last time Hinata had actually been to a festival with him she’d been /two/. Still, put on the spot she’d agreed like he must’ve known she would, and went out that evening fiddling with the sleeves of her kimono, her heart pounding in her head and her throat tight. She’d been surprised to actually find him there waiting for her. Of course, the first thing he did was point out the fact that taking smaller steps wouldn’t have made her destination any less inevitable, but the second thing he did was step to the side for her--and he closed his eyes when he bowed, as though he’d resigned himself to his fate that evening. And it was briefest thing, what Hinata believed made the difference, but for a second after he’d opened his eyes something seemed a little less…
But he hadn’t really said much then either. It might have been her imagination—and the night might have been cool and clear from the start.
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Date: 2003-08-22 09:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-22 01:54 am (UTC)Kotetsu/Izumo fic? ^___^
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Date: 2003-08-23 06:44 am (UTC)It was a match made by two desperate jounins and a collective headache. Each of them had been faced with the same infuriating problem: A bright, creative student—perfect candidate for chuunin—who seemed to think it was more fun being a smart ass than a decent ninja. The plan was, the jounins decided, a last ditch effort—one they wouldn’t have even considered if they’d been sober at the time, and so Kamizuki Izumo met Hagane Kotetsu, an hour before the first part of the exam started, with the final touching words from his teacher being "Get it right, or get lost." The jounin must’ve been hoping the two might end up strangling each other. No one really ever expected them both to decide to /pass/ this time around. What’s more, they came out of it like a pair of old friends—even though they were matched up against each other in the semi finals, and Kotetsu had won, just barely, by what had to have been one of the weirdest, most effective moves the judges had ever seen. Izumo had been too distracted to notice that Kotetsu had replaced the knuckles against chin with a foot, and it was with a nasty clacking sound of his teeth that Izumo had been knocked out cold. He woke up a few hours later with a sore jaw and a bandage around his head, and blanched when he found his opponent perched at the foot of his bed, munching on some fruit and looking smug as all hell.
"Did you like my finishing move?" he asked innocently, and tossed Izumo an apple. The older boy caught it with little effort, wrinkling his nose at his sorry bruised reflection in the glossy surface.
"You call /that/ a finishing move?"
"Well," Kotetsu said. "It worked, didn’t it?"
Izumo took a large messy bite, juice dribbling down his chin as he pointed, bitten apple and all, accusingly at his makeshift teammate. "You kissed me."
"Yes."
"With tongue."
"Mm-hmm"
"And," Izumo finished dubiously. "It’s a finishing move."
"It took you by surprise, didn’t it?"
Izumo took another chunk out of the apple and chewed it thoughtfully. "/Damn/," he said finally, licking his lips. "I wish I’d thought of that."
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Date: 2003-08-23 10:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-22 02:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-22 05:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-22 05:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-24 07:19 am (UTC)When the wave knocks Rika off her feet, she barely has the time to gasp before she’s rescued. It’s Chizuru, of course, grinning sheepishly and lifting her up as the next wave surges past, tangling in the ends Rika’s hair and leaving the fabric of her dress clinging to her legs. She makes it seem easy, and the load light as a feather, and while neither is the case it’s all just perfectly normal. So’s Chizuru’s expression when the third wave takes her by surprise, something between shock and outrage and then determination as it breaks across her back. Rika has to wind an arm around her shoulders to keep from being swept away, Chizuru doesn’t budge an inch. They’re soaked.
"I’m sorry Rika," Chizuru says, carrying her against the undertow back to the shore. "It looks like you’re wet after all."
Rika plucks a clump of seaweed out from behind her ear. "I don’t mind," she insists. "It’s nice to see you."
"Well…"
"I’m glad." The shoulder Rika leans against is as thin as its always been, and her hand is light against the tanned skin at the back of Chizuru’s neck. She lets her knuckles brush a few wet strands of hair, and thinks about offering to comb it like when they were little. "Can you stay long?"
"…Can’t." It’s looks too complicated to say. "I’m on duty."
"Ah," Rika murmurs as she’s set down, she doesn’t look up, but keeps one hand on Chizuru’s arm, lest she vanish a little… too soon. "I understand, Chizuru-chan. Thank you." She withdraws to just her fingertips, glancing up with a smile. "This must be a bit out of your way."
"Not very," Chizuru assures her. "It’s exactly on my way. I’ll probably pass here again, on my way back. In five hours, I’ll bet you anything."
Rika keeps that in mind. "Don’t be late." And she lets go, concentrating on the sea, and the sand, and the breeze that brushes her hand suspiciously like fingers while Chizuru walks away. And Rika doesn’t look up until she feels water brush past her ankles, so she knows she won’t see where the footprints stopped in the sand.
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Date: 2003-08-24 07:53 pm (UTC)In other words: thank you! It's perfect!
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Date: 2003-08-22 03:18 am (UTC)Story Time!
Date: 2003-08-22 05:38 am (UTC)Sure, he was only fifty, but as far as he was concerned that was a perfectly good age to be out and answering summons, no matter how many times his dad may have threatened to squash him for it. Gamakichi had experience. And wits. And he had once eaten a whole bucket of candy in one gulp. He thought that should count for something. He wasn’t a little thirty-five year old like Gamatatsu, vanishing in that puff a smoke without thinking about where he might pop up and Gamakichi, being the good brother that he was, had to make sure nothing stupid happened to him, like being eaten by pissed off snakes. Or getting stepped on.
Of course, that wasn’t what gave Gamakichi the headache. Yeah, snakes, slugs, epic ninja battles. That was all pretty bad, but made the whole thing really really bad was the fact that Gamatatsu /wouldn’t shut up about it/.
"And so, so then," his brother said with a grand gesture. The tadpoles gathered in the water around his lily pad bobbed appreciatively. "Naruto-"
" who’s naruto ?" One of them squeaked.
"Oh," Gamatatsu said. "The guy who /summoned/ me!"
There were a collection of ‘ooohs’ and ‘aaahs’ and ‘is he the funny lookin’ human with the whiskers?’s and ‘oh yeah he summoned me too!’s. Gamakichi shoveled another webbed-foot full of mud onto his head and blew a few frustrated bubbles. It oozed down and left him happily deaf for a few moments.
And he hadn’t even gotten any sweets this time around either.
Maybe he could bury himself before-
"My big brother says Dad really likes Naruto. So that’s how you know how cool he is! Right, Gamakichi?"
-that. Shit. Gamakichi made a desperate wiggle to escape from the mud, but by the time he managed to get his arms free he was already surrounded. Tadpoles gawking up at him from every angle, the ones with legs scurrying up the bank to get a better look.
"Uh, yeah. Naruto’s an allright guy-"
"Gamakichi," Gamatatsu explained. "Got summoned by /Jiraiya/ this time."
"he did?" one of them burbled. " my dad did too and my dad’s really strong uhnotthathe’sstrongerthanyourdad‘course Mr. Gamakichi!’
Gamakichi sighed, and slid around to face the waterside, shaking mud off of his back. " ‘Course not," he huffed, feeling grouchy. "My dad’s the Toad Boss."
Gamatatsu felt that was a good moment to puff up, hop over, and give him a good slap on the back. He knew a trip to the river-
"Big brother is strong too! He not only got summoned by Jiraiya! He’s fought demons!"
‘demons?’ ‘oh wow dunno anyone who’s ever fought a demon…’ ‘you must be really brave!’
-would be just the trick. Gamakichi sat up, running his webbed hand across the top of his head to get just the right shine. "Well," he said. "Yanno, demons aren’t really all that tough. It’s kinda a boring story--"
‘tell us tell us tell us tell us!’
"Yeah!" Gamatatsu beamed. "Tell us!"
"—Allright you’ve convinced me." Gamakichi took a deep breath. The tadpoles were entranced. "Y’see, there was this big nasty guy called Shukaku…’
Re: Story Time!
Date: 2003-08-22 06:06 am (UTC)Re: Story Time!
Date: 2003-08-23 01:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-22 03:43 am (UTC)Settling in
Date: 2003-08-22 07:33 am (UTC)An hour past noon, the kid slouched out of the building with the papers rustling in his hands. The ninja lounging against the peeling wall looked up and tipped his head.
"Done?"
"Think so," the kid said, handing them to him. "These what they’re supposed to look like?"
The man took them and looked them over, scratching his chin and nodding, "Yup. All set. Ha-ta-e Kakashi, you…" he waved a finger, and gave the boy a teasing poke on the forehead. "Are now a citizen of the Hidden Leaf Village. We’ll just get settled into your place--"
"Place?"
"…Yes," the ninja said with a slightly puzzled look, lowering the papers. "The one the village provides for you? In return for your future services…"
"Oh. That," Kakashi shifted on his feet. "I don’t have one."
"You….Don’t have one." The frown deepened. "They didn’t assign you one?"
"Nope."
The man was looking increasingly confused. He leafed through the profile again, turned the papers upside down, bringing them almost to his nose as he squinted at them, "It should say somewhere here-"
"I told them not to bother."
He was running a finger along the middle line of the fourth sheet. "…Let’s see maybe—Eh?" Both eyebrows shot up, and he stared at the boy. "…What?"
"I told them not to bother," Kakashi repeated in that same tired tone.
Suddenly, the man felt fanning himself seemed like a very good idea. "So," he said slowly. "You told them you don’t want a place to stay."
The boy sighed. "No. I told them I had a place to say."
"…Er, where?"
Kakashi pointed.
"With you," he said simply.
The ninja almost fell over.
"/What/?"
"I didn’t really understand what they were talking about, with this whole ‘ward of the state’ thing," Kakashi continued, patiently. "And you weren’t there to ask. So," he shrugged. "I just said I was staying with you." And he looked up at the adult with an exppressioned that should have belonged to someone that was at the very least over twenty. "Is there a problem with that?"
"Well, I uh…No, no, not really, it’s just my place well, it isn’t that big and not very good for…kids and well…Jeez," he ran a hand through his hair, lips twisting. "You knew exactly what ‘ward of the state’ meant, didn’t you."
"Yup."
"I explained that the first day we were on the road."
Kakashi folded his arms behind his back and smiled, "And I remember every bit of it."
"Heh," the jounin rested the heel of his hand and the rumpled papers against his temple and grinned ruefully. "Wanted to live me that badly?"
"No."
"No?"
"You went and got lunch without me."
The man blinked. "Oh. Huh. Well, yeah. Guess this’ll work as a fitting punishment, hmm?" He ruffled the kid’s hair. "You could’ve just asked you know."
"Hmph. Can we go now?"
The ninja waved an arm. "Sure, sure," he said, leading his ward along the back road and out of the heat. "I’ll get you into Academy tommorrow. And I’ll buy you lunch. How about that?" And then, he added in a mutter. "Looks like I’m clearing out my bookshelves."
"What?" Kakashi said.
"Oh, nothing."
Re: Settling in
Date: 2003-08-23 02:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-22 05:06 am (UTC)if you're overwhelmed with ninjas, Dragonlance perhaps? Raistlin, Dalamar or Tas? old fandom dies hard. <:
Just Another Name
Date: 2003-08-26 10:21 am (UTC)At seven Anko had to work harder for her fights. She’d earned a reputation, and no one wanted to take her up on it. It wasn’t as easy as walking into the wrong places or trying to get the boys to pull the ‘but you’re a girl!’ line anymore. No one started it with Anko, because no one was too keen on being assaulted by a wild beast. She threw out all the stops when she fought: she snarled, she spat, her nails were filthy and sharp but worst of all was her teeth, and it could be guaranteed she’d get a good chunk of you before you managed to shove her off and run like hell. Most kids said Anko fought like a cat, but the wiser ones would say it was more like a snake. She could twist around and sink her teeth into your ankle even when you thought you’d had her down. It was boring when they all got smart, but Anko learned that if you said the right things, they’d be angry and stupid all over again--especially if it was something about their mothers. When she came to classes, always rarely and always late, it was with a content smile and the stench of blood. No one knew what to do with her. There was no control, the adults said, hoping it was a phase. She’s a monster, the kids said, finding new ways to avoid her.
And by the time she was eight, they’d all given up on her, and Anko found herself not only bored but a little lonely too with no one to scold her and no one to challenge her and no one caring if she came to class. It set in like a hunger deep in her belly, sending her onto the streets with a restlessness she’d never felt before, and desperation when she realized that for whatever reason, the days had started growing slower the more she prowled, and scrounged and searched for prey, victims, friends, /anything/. She nearly cried when a man finally caught her killing a rat out of frustration one day, and commented “You do that well” though she’d made a show of raising her chin defiantly and asking him what the hell he wanted instead. He’d smiled at her like a fanged thing, which he was, and she’d been surprised how beautiful his eyes were, gold and narrow and predatory.
When she turned nine people often commented on the change in Anko, and how her behavior had improved. It seemed at last the girl had learned something more about control and something less about jumping other kids in the streets. She even dressed less shabby, washed her hands, and sometimes slipped and spoke politely to her elders. She attended class only on certain days, but on a nearly regular basis, traded in her cracked nails for kunai, and hadn’t hissed or bitten anyone in weeks. A wonder, the adults thought. A relief, the kids thought. None of them noticed, in passing the girl in the streets undisturbed at last, that she was only ever walking one way.
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Date: 2003-08-22 05:48 am (UTC)Yes, I'm delerious and tiiiired. And I'll pee on you.
-Kii
http://kiikii-sempai.deviantart.com
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Date: 2003-08-22 05:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-22 05:59 am (UTC)I also dare you to write how Hire became Exaulted, and you MUST use something along the lines of 'It was the prettiest rock Hire had ever seen. :D' in there somewhere. >:3
-Kii
http://kiikii-sempai.deviantart.com <-- Hey, I have a Sailor Senshi Rock Lee here? XD
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Date: 2003-08-22 06:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-22 08:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-22 07:19 pm (UTC)The city beneath Sanctuary is ancient but changing, and Saga sometimes sees the lights there, speckled out in a world below he’s never known. The craggy stones and ancient ruins are his home, and nothing else seems more familiar. His master says he’ll see it in time, but for now he is still a boy, and his life his devoted a different sort of light. The infinity of cosmos he is told is possessed by every being, but none more strongly than the one he is capable of becoming.
Still, on occasion he’s curious, walking along the bare hillside and feeling the bitter wind off the ocean. Most of the boys in Sanctuary come and go quite often. A lot of them die, but some—like Shura, will vanish for months and return saying (in very few words, Shura wasn’t one for conversation) things about high mountains, thick with snow, where one only has to walk to feel out of breath. Then there are those like Aiolos, who never seems to go anywhere, but who came from the outside to begin with, and can sometimes if he crosses his eyes and really thinks about it recall things about those lights below, and how they die if left on for too long.
For Saga it’s different, though. It’s always been the Houses, always Sanctuary, always Athena, always gemini—and always Kanon, a step behind or a step ahead on the stones. Saga doesn’t linger too long, for him the lights are a curiosity but hardly an infatuation—it’s Kanon who really stays, who could sit rapt there for ages, sitting among the stones or hanging from the branches of the old trees they say Athena herself tended too. Kanon’s the one who wonders late at night, when they’re curled together without beginning or end and there’s no escape from it. Brother…What do you think it’s like down there?
And it’s Saga who doesn’t really have the answer, but feels he has to say something anyway. Saga presses closer and thinks about it, all the while noticing the small things like how he’s become a bit taller, and how his brother’s hair is a little darker and stiffer to touch, and how his brother is the one who asked. Come on Saga, he whispers. You can say.
And so Saga does.
"Like the ocean, Kanon. I think it’s like the sea."
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Date: 2003-08-28 03:01 pm (UTC)*loves* I've got a great big weakness for these two. Saga in particular, and this was just lovely. The last part just gave me the thrills. Thank you! ^_^
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Date: 2003-08-22 09:47 pm (UTC)or the third and the sannin?
Lita of Jupiter
if its still time
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Date: 2003-08-23 09:12 am (UTC)"That was paper."
"No it was rock!"
"I saw you change it. I’m not that easy to cheat! Now, if you’d said it was THREE busty topless girls, I might’ve checked it out. But two? What’s the fun in that anyway--"
"I hate you, Jiraiya."
"And what’s the score now? Zero to four, five? Be honest, now!"
"I really hate you…Six."
"Already? Huh. You sure suck at this game, Tsunade."
"Oh. SHUT UP."
It sounded like she was winding her fist back. Orochimaru sighed and stopped walking. A moment later, Jiraiya came sailing over his head, landing with a heavy THWUMPH at his feet.
"Ow," the other genin groaned in a twitching heap.
Orochimaru peered down at him. "Are you all right?" Tsunade’s arm was getting better. Those two had fallen at least fifteen paces behind when they’d started to get restless.
"M’fine," Jiraiya mumbled, pulling himself up and spitting out a mouthful of dirt. "Why wouldn’t I be?"
"You don’t look fine."
Jiraiya glared. One of his eyes was already starting to swell. "Who asked YOU."
His teammate gave him a flat stare. "You just did."
"Well I…." Jiraiya began, flushed. "Bastard."
Orochimaru stepped around him. He'd let Tsunade handle it afterall.
"Sarutobi-sensei," he murmured, quickening his steps to catch up to their teacher, who’d stopped by the curb when Jiraiya had made impact. "How long is it until the next town….?"
"…Outta my way." Ground out a voice behind them.
The was a loud crunch.
"Agggh--That was my /hand/!"
"Your fault for lying in the road."
"Didn’t ask for you to punch me, you crazy bitch-"
"WHAT WAS THAT?!"
Sarutobi-sensei smiled, tiredly. It seemed like it took him a great effort to keep himself from rubbing his forehead and acknowledging the existence of a bad headache. "It’s three hours at a brisk pace," he admitted, after a pause in which it sounded as though Tsunade had gotten Jiraiya into a headlock and was wringing him for all he was worth.
"Oh," Orochimaru said, and frowned.
Lita of Jupiter
Date: 2003-08-24 10:36 pm (UTC)it was very funny.. something i can very imagine he
sannin doing... and I never ever thought I would say this
but.... poor Orochimaru!!!
all of them are pretty cool..
you are an awesome writer
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Date: 2003-08-23 08:14 am (UTC)The origin of love
Date: 2003-08-24 09:22 am (UTC)It was all a puzzle of angles, figuring out how to match their bodies together without an elbow jab to the ribs or a chin digging into a shoulder. It was easy enough in the earlier hours of the night, when they moved together and all the awkwardness and all of the heat was just part of the blur. She never thought about how it might be later while she was in his lap, or on her back, or leaned over him with the flush rising in her cheeks, his hand curved along her jaw while she bit his thumb; but in the after hours, when her heart started beating in her chest again and awareness crept back to her, it all felt strange. The heat was unbearable, her neck was cramped from keeping her head tucked under his, the sheets smelled little like sweat and a great deal like cigarettes, and the shower she’d taken earlier that evening was completely useless.
That was how Kurenai learned that lovers, because that was what they were and she could admit it, didn’t lie together like two lost halves reunited. They lay like two whole people, one of whom took up almost the entire mattress without even trying. It was small lesson in adaptation and a large one in affection that that really made it work in the end and, while Kurenai could never say it came naturally, it did come. She rested her head against his chest (the hair prickled), closed her eyes, and soon drifted off to sleep.
WAFF <3!
Date: 2003-08-24 07:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-24 05:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-27 07:55 pm (UTC)“Um. Excuse me,” Sakura bowed. “Gai-sensei…”
“Hm?” The jounin turned from where he’d been standing at the riverbank, hands on his hip and brow raised, and Sakura winced. Already this felt like a bad idea. A wet Tenten was sitting a little off to the side, toweling her head off with a curious glance their way. Sakura hadn’t wanted to interrupt anything.
Gai didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed quite pleased, which…Didn’t make her feel much better about it, actually. “Ah, Sakura,” he said with a hearty nod. “I’ve been hoping to speak with you.”
“…You have…?” Out of the corner of her eye, Sakura saw Tenten’s bite her lip politely. Taking that for an omen, she tried to continue, “Ah, I was wondering--”
“So. You’ve chosen Lee.”
“About Lee-san-” Sakura started again, and then blinked as the jounin laid a hand across her shoulder. Lee’s sensei, Sakura noticed not for the first time, was /huge/. And he was sparkling again. It was a little daunting.
“There’s no one better,” Gai told her so sincerely Sakura blushed. Oh, he didn’t mean…“These are the sweet last days of youth, and it is always inspiring to see affection blossom even through the greatest of adversities.” …/That/. Sakura felt the flush go deeper. The news had gotten around, then.
“Thank you...” she said, uncertainly. “Er, have you-”
“I approve wholeheartedly. I know Lee’s heart is in the right hands and that you will take good care of it, as his most precious person…”
It would’ve come to this eventually, of course. There was no escaping it. Though Sakura had hoped it might be a little longer…She shifted uncomfortably, and smiled; trying to be flattered, and trying not to notice Tenten staring a little too intently out across the water, and how /she/ she had her lips pursed firmly together in an effort not to giggle.
‘Oh, wait until you get a boyfriend,’ Sakura growled mentally.
“And at the threshold of adulthood, it is only expected that you may be in need of guidance…”
Sakura erked. That sounded eerily like the line her mother had pulled on her earlier that week, right before she’d launched into a long lecture on, on—
Oh. Oh no. She felt the flash of panic. Oh, hell no.
“Actually, Gai-sensei--”
“…There are many fresh fruits…”
/Fruits./
“I was just wondering--”
“To be harvested and enjoyed—“
“I WAS JUST WONDERING WHERE LEE-SAN MIGHT--”
Something broke the surface of the river.
“-Be,” Sakura finished in a tiny voice.
“Allright!” Tenten shouted. She sprung to her feet and gave the stopwatch she seemed to have pulled out of her pocket a final click and a once over. “…Eight minutes, and forty seven seconds—that’s a new personal best, Lee!”
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Date: 2003-08-27 09:07 pm (UTC)I'll be finished with your request soon!
Marina
Date: 2003-08-24 10:27 pm (UTC)Itachi/Hinata
don't know where that came from but...
Re: Marina
Date: 2003-08-30 06:59 am (UTC)The girl, however was a slight complication; picking herself off of the ground on shaky feet. She passed a thumb over the longest gash in her thigh, and by the red welt left in its place, Itachi recognized her for a med nin. When she shuddered, her head bobbed slightly, and from the brief flicker of a nearly solid white under her eyelashes he knew she was a Hyuga as well. An unusual combination of attributes, but nothing that couldn’t be easily dealt with. Hyuga were notoriously well known for looking their opponents in the eyes.
Except that she didn’t, not immediately, her attention diverted to the boy behind her. She nearly fell to her knees all over again, a lip trembling and breathing a name in a voice that sounded as fragile as the glass they’d both been thrown through. She was not, Itachi noted, the standard Hyuga fare, which he recalled were bony but well muscled breed (not unlike his own, something that made sense, given their clan’s brief intermingled history), proud and highly excitable. The arrogance usually came off of them in waves. This one was rounded and humbled, fraught with concern, with soft looking hands that clenched as she turned. She kept her nose low, and her bangs cast shadows across her face.
"I can’t let you," she panted, steeling herself all too visibly, fingers interlocked and the veins rising under her eyes. So she intended to make a stand. Somewhat irritating, but predictable. The girl had the sense not to charge him, at least. Itachi approached slowly, letting her take in every step with those eyes of hers, giving her fear a chance to grow. He was not particularly impressed. The Hyuga were obsolete.
"You wish…" he whispered. "To protect him?"
He was a step away from her, and the dread practically hung like a stench in the air. It was something like decay. "Yes." And her voice was choked, but determined. So many were before they died.
"Hm." Itachi said, and reached for her throat.