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Karin's eyes were a mix of startled, scared and curious. She pushed me back. My head flopped out of her lap onto the ground.
"What? How do you know my name?"
Oh, right. I wasn't supposed to let people know I knew this stuff. Goes to say I wasn't fully recovered yet if I messed up this bad with...
The murdering turned out to be easy, in a certain definition of easy. After killing the kunoichi, I threw the smoke bomb through the door. Right now, I was navigating with my chakra sense and threads—thread-vision? Thread-sense? Blocking the enemy vision gave an advantage for this next...
I remember a time in the before when all I wanted was to sleep. Dad had passed away not long before. Mom didn't have the mental bandwidth to worry about all the trouble that followed, her job, the press attention, and the death threats. It was, now that I think about it, closer to how I felt...
Poor Hinata. Gotta get her some more cupcakes.
I understand how you feel. I hate when I'm reading a novel and it just ends and I have to wait for the next chapter.
The evil turtle roared in the distance, soon followed by yet more explosions.
Ino wiped the blood off her mouth with her one good hand. She tried moving the other, winced at the pain. She'd been too late to release the jutsu, suffered some of the damage as well.
Out in the distance, the chaos...
Hidden in the tree's canopy, squirrel-Ino nibbled the nut, looked at the lone shinobi in the clearing.
The shinobi wore the standard Kirigakure pinstriped outfit with a green haori and white trimmings over it. She had a brown sash with a fringed trail wrapped twice around the waist. She wore...
"Pack up, we're leaving for a mission."
Ino looked up from her food to Asuma-sensei. The trio had started eating while they waited for their teacher. The man looked haggard and tired. He hadn't even sat down yet and was already dropping bombs. Team Ten was at their usual barbeque place...
Threadmarks: Chapter 6: Ginger, Honey and a Dash of Purple.
Two days after the Sunagakure and Otogakure attack.
Scattered piles of reports, slips of encrypted communication piled on a ceramic bowl, rolls of opened archived scrolls for reference, drawings, analysis, speculations, facts. Nara Shikaku's mind churned with cause and effect, choices and...
Packing up everything left me empty of chakra and exhausted. Hayase chatted all day long about this or that code, often trying for minutes to understand some new piece of information or another. I could understand his enthusiasm, but I just wasn't feeling the same. Mental breakdowns and gruesome...
I had, again, made attempts to smooth things over with Sai. I prepared breakfast —pancakes, yay— and even unpopped a few of my cupcakes. Once the food had been served, I tried to strike a conversation. It went something like this:
"Hello Sai-kun, are you feeling better? Any trouble with the...
Absentminded, I cleaned my hands against the apron. Lines of red decorating the white fabric. My forehead was damp with sweat. I worked very hard for the past hours, but I was almost done. With firm steps, I walked to the last tube. Holding a kunai, I struck the container. Glass broke and green...
Crouched down in the dark tunnel, I studied the walls, floor and ceiling.
There was a hole in the wall that created a direct path from the vaults to the labs. That was an interesting way to use a jutsu. Would Yamato teach me that one if I asked him? I guess I just found what to do on the trip...
I woke up the next day not refreshed, but feeling better, ready to get out of the bed and start a new day. The trauma hadn't gone away, but it was contained, after a fashion. A memory of the laboratory surfaced, and I had to close my eyes, force the shaking to stop. I wasn't going to have...
I stared at the wooden ceiling of Yamato's mobile home base. I was on my bed, tucked in comfy warm blankets. That had been a nice touch from the stoic jounin. My evaluation of him had to change a bit. I once thought he had no dad energy, but now I knew the truth: he just had hidden dad energy...
In my seven years of living my best ninja life, I tried my damnedest to never think about that first day and what it really meant. Unfortunately, this wasn't a case of "trauma begone!", it was a severe case of "trauma be repressed!". This attitude had already bitten me in the behind once: I...
That revelation distracted me enough that I couldn't concentrate on deciphering the wood clone details for the rest of our vigil. I knew there was more happening behind the scenes. If the Hyuga was making a play for the Hokage position, I was sure the other shinobi families wouldn't let this...
I followed hot on Yamato's heels.
It was a few days after the chimera battle and the two of us moved through the trees in search of the damnable hideout. Hayase stayed behind at camp, keeping Sai's company. Due to his injury, Sai wasn't in any condition to join, which left us with a few...