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[Recompense]

Nobody is called by name. THis was actually originally a part of my pathetic attempt at a space story. I found it too easy to convert to Naruto, and it was already done, sooooo

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There was a building. Sitting on the corner of the street. It hung over on one side, its plastic shell straining under the weight of the entirely unnecessary Satellite on the roof of said building. Steam came out of the exhaust pipes in thick clouds. But our story does not concern these inconsequential details, it concerns the people sitting in the dimly lit room in the basement of this building. Five men, gathered around a plastic, transparent table. Their faces were hidden in darkness, all but one, and only half of his face was visible. This one wore a hood over his face, the light only getting the chance to reveal an unkempt beard, set directly beneath a mouth set in an apathetic frown. Yet if one looked closely, one could almost see the crease of a once well-worn smile, a smile made of love. That smile was gone, forgotten. The hooded man directed his gaze at each of the other four in turn, acknowledging each with a nod of his head and a false smile.

“My love is dead.” He said it softly, coldly. As if he were commenting on the non-existant weather. He sighed heavily, his mind replaying those horrible moments, The look of horror on her face as she suddenly felt the blade, pinning her leg to the floor.
“When last I spoke to you, we numbered twelve. You had all lost your loves, the reason we put an end to our violent ways.” He saw their heads nod in the darkness, he knew that they understood what would come next.

“I beg your forgiveness. Had I not proposed a truce, a ceasefire of some kind, we would have had a chance.” He let loose another sorrow filled breath, as he continued to summarize the situation. They would need to know all the facts.

“The traitor himself killed the other five before my very eyes. My love, my wife was set fire in the dining hall before my own eyes. And he laughed.” Tears were sliding down his face, to be swallowed and absorbed by his beard.

“I locked the traitor in there, to be eaten by his own flame. It has come to my attention that the traitor has… survived. And now I sit before you once again. Asking for your help.” The others nodded, they all knew what was to happen, but as their pact had been signed unanimously, so was it to be broken. One of the five spoke out. His voice had obviously been happy once, but was now without emotion.

“What is it you need help with?” The man in the hood’s mouth formed a smile, a sadistic smile promising death.

“I want Him to see his entire empire burn, to see all he has worked for, and toiled to create come tumbling down. I want blood.” His voice had snapped halfway through, his calm voice turned to a roar, hatred seemed to fill the room, as four of the others filled themselves with hot fury. But the fifth, the fifth contented himself with cold hatred. And the pact was signed.

[Derock]

Those are very good, Recomp. :thumbs:

[Wilson]

Nobody is called by name. THis was actually originally a part of my pathetic attempt at a space story. I found it too easy to convert to Naruto, and it was already done, sooooo

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

There was a building. Sitting on the corner of the street. It hung over on one side, its plastic shell straining under the weight of the entirely unnecessary Satellite on the roof of said building. Steam came out of the exhaust pipes in thick clouds. But our story does not concern these inconsequential details, it concerns the people sitting in the dimly lit room in the basement of this building. Five men, gathered around a plastic, transparent table. Their faces were hidden in darkness, all but one, and only half of his face was visible. This one wore a hood over his face, the light only getting the chance to reveal an unkempt beard, set directly beneath a mouth set in an apathetic frown. Yet if one looked closely, one could almost see the crease of a once well-worn smile, a smile made of love. That smile was gone, forgotten. The hooded man directed his gaze at each of the other four in turn, acknowledging each with a nod of his head and a false smile.
“My love is dead.” He said it softly, coldly. As if he were commenting on the non-existant weather. He sighed heavily, his mind replaying those horrible moments, The look of horror on her face as she suddenly felt the blade, pinning her leg to the floor.
“When last I spoke to you, we numbered twelve. You had all lost your loves, the reason we put an end to our violent ways.” He saw their heads nod in the darkness, he knew that they understood what would come next.
“I beg your forgiveness. Had I not proposed a truce, a ceasefire of some kind, we would have had a chance.” He let loose another sorrow filled breath, as he continued to summarize the situation. They would need to know all the facts.
“The traitor himself killed the other five before my very eyes. My love, my wife was set fire in the dining hall before my own eyes. And he laughed.” Tears were sliding down his face, to be swallowed and absorbed by his beard.
“I locked the traitor in there, to be eaten by his own flame. It has come to my attention that the traitor has… survived. And now I sit before you once again. Asking for your help.” The others nodded, they all knew what was to happen, but as their pact had been signed unanimously, so was it to be broken. One of the five spoke out. His voice had obviously been happy once, but was now without emotion.
“What is it you need help with?” The man in the hood’s mouth formed a smile, a sadistic smile promising death.
“I want Him to see his entire empire burn, to see all he has worked for, and toiled to create come tumbling down. I want blood.” His voice had snapped halfway through, his calm voice turned to a roar, hatred seemed to fill the room, as four of the others filled themselves with hot fury. But the fifth, the fifth contented himself with cold hatred. And the pact was signed.

I still dunnoe what it is with u and angst and hatred...u sure u're 15?

[CrashLanded]

Well, as Recomp has taken his liberty to stretch this thread to a space AU I'd post my old drabble series here. Here's the first one.

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

The Timeless Man
A Maelstrom

3rd November 2123

Planet: Athena II
Location: An abandoned construction site, outskirts of the Norrainolaie Control Region. (strange, but a native name...alien style)

0o0o0o0o0

Brian Calhan had never been a man to back down from a challenge. But the situation he was in at the moment required thinking before he jumped in.

‘How did he get to me?’

The thing was, he was screwed, big time I may add. He was currently hiding behind a pillar of concrete gasping for breath. He could not breathe properly, simply because it stung like hell. Maybe a rib or two broke from that kick he took on his chest a few minutes ago.

‘kitten sh*t sh*t…won't do, stay calm’

Sitting still, he mused on his situation. A week ago he was among the top lieutenants of Brother Kirov, the Second Hand to the Syndicate, and look what one botched up mission led to. He was now the big game, attracting the top bounty hunters in the system.

‘He’s too fast, can’t waste ammo….’

The police can’t get him, they are just not cut out to pick on a member of the Syndicate, even if it looks that Brother Kirov doesn’t care if he lives or not. But these bounty hunters can probably do it, considering they had enough experience in the war as mercenaries. Well, he was there too in the war, as a soldier. He would have got medals for the kills he scored, if not for the higher-ups. His sergeant had cheated him out of his medals and had hogged all the glory. He had quit the military in disgust, joined the Syndicate and had headed the drug business to the Medusa system, and now here he was, in this predicament.

‘I’m losing blood…. need to finish this quick’

Oh well, at least that man out there was no better. He had taken a hit on his shoulder and was probably bleeding. Brian was impressed by the skill this one had shown, flying in from a window to take a shot. This man sure knew his stuff, as others had just given up with the chase.

‘Let’s see, three more bullets…. his gun is empty, I heard it go click’

He looked at his left leg, growing redder by the minute. At least it was not as critical as that blond haired bastard. Speaking of which, he had never seen him before, never even heard of him. And that gun he had packed a mean punch…he tried to remember where he had last seen that gun.

‘Oh yes, Brother Kirov’s collection! An almost 40 year old design! The USP 50.’

Well, time for reminiscing was over, it was the time to act. He straightened his back against the pillar and got ready for the showdown. It was going to be a hell of a show. His heart beat faster against his chest.

‘Now!!’

Brian had only time enough to catch the glimpse of steel before a loud sound was heard. Then he felt something pommel him hard on the stomach with enough force to blow him back and he felt no more. At least not for two more days.

The blond haired man walked up to Brian, shaking his head. "You can be fast, but never as much as 'him'. And I defeated him." His voice was almost a whisper, as if it was nothing but a gust of air. He touched his shoulder, his wound had stopped bleeding and in seconds there will be not even a mark left. He flipped open his phone and said, "this is bounty hunter Arashi...yes, he's here with me... naa nothing serious, just three shots... two on the legs and one to the left of the spleen...I'll stop the bleeding... but you guys get here fast." His right hand was covered in a green glow as he held it over the wounds. "Okay, I'll be waiting."

0o0o0o0o0

“Sir, the captive is in stable condition. None of the shots were lethal.” A petty officer stood in front of the police inspector. “However there is one thing that is interesting.”
“What?” The inspector raised his eyebrow.
“The captive had three gunshot wounds . Of them one was a .44 Magnum bullet.”

The inspector was surprised. The .44 Magnum was a very powerful bullet and required a heavy barreled weapon to fire. That lad (a bounty hunter he may be but to him he was only a lad) did not seem too strong to him. He said, “okay, get me a report on that bullet.”

A week later the ballistic report had him stunned. It was an old design. A .44 Colt Anaconda revolver. That gun had been out of production for nearly 100 years.

0o0o0o0o0

I had already put it up for approval in the library but it'll take time so I thought I'll let you enjoy it. I'd rarely use names, mostly for OCs (Some have western names, and its intentional)

[Recompense]

ahhhh, crash my dear friend, mine was based within the naruto verse, and it only STARTED as a space story. i tried to pull the space references out so it was just a dingy building and five people planning revenge.

P.S. here's the little thought bubble that has inspired me brain for a while

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“There’s no time.”

“There’s always time for hope.”

“What you’re talking about isn’t hope, it’s suicide.”

“Have I ever cared?”

“You cared about her.”

“…”

“Didn’t you?”

“I have to go.”

After i thought this up, i thought of the Iruka scene. THen came Takeshi. and then...

MADNESS!!

[CrashLanded]

Thats a nice way to put things in Recomp. Here's the second in the series. A lot more flashbacks and again, rarely any names, but reveals a lot more.

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

The Timeless Man
Earth 2.0

7th November 2123

Planet: Athena II
Location: near the Sol System jump gate

0o0o0o0o0

This was a regular day for the traffic controllers of the jump gate. Heavy container traffic was right on schedule and passenger traffic was acceptable, even after that toll payment miscalculation fiasco. As the passenger ships snaked their way through the lane traffic, one more ship joined in. It was an old ship, a nearly 12 year old chassis. There had been days of glory for this Simian class Mk III scout ship during the war, but now after retirement it had found itself in the hands of Arashi and Ichiro, two bounty hunters who were now returning for some rest after a hectic chase after a big game.

“Control to Dragonfire. You are allowed to leave the Zion System. Have a safe and comfortable journey.”

“Comfortable my ass!! With those jerks on their kittening rides, I’ll be lucky if I get to Earth without a single dent!!”, Ichiro muttered under the breath while sitting down on the controls.
“We get there already?” That was Arashi, complete with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth and half lidded eyes.

“Naa, just the jump gate.”
Sometimes Ichiro thought how this man had a Japanese name. He had not a touch of Japanese on his face, he was blond for crying out loud. Then there was his tanned complexion. He had asked him about it once. The answer was “I had a mixed parentage.” Then there were his collection of weapons. An antique katana, shuriken, kunai and a bo staff. Really old things but surprisingly still usable. Then there were some really old scrolls. He had said they were a family heritage. And finally two guns which were definitely supposed to get thousands in the black market. To say the least, his partner was an enigma, but it didn’t matter much. He had skills and they got money out of the business, so it was a no questions asked, no answers given kind of partnership. To say Ichiro didn’t have past would be wrong however, but that is a story for another time.

Two hours later, the Dragonfire was on its way to Earth’s Orbital Dockyard. Ichiro looked at the garbage that had to be thrown out. It was an impressive pile which they had built over the last two months, although the credit goes mostly to Arashi, with his instant cup ramen. Speaking of which, his partner was prepping up his small scooter ship, a TS-4 fighter decommissioned after the war, which Arashi christened ‘Kitsune’. Ichiro still thought it was a corny name, after all who named a plane after a fox?

“Okay Ichiro I’m ready. Open up the hatch.”
“When will you be back? We’ll go after another one soon.”

The hatch opened as the Kitsune taxied to the take-off zone. The engine was starting hum.
“I’ll give you a call.”
With a small jump, the Kitsune was gone.

0o0o0o0o0

Arashi walked down the road that led to the old suburbs while munching on a dango. When had he picked that habit, he didn’t remember, probably years ago when he was young. He still looked twenty years old, the only thing being, he had forgotten how old he was. According to his passport he was 24, quite a young looking age. But he knew it would soon be time for him to drop this identity. He had held on to this name for, say seven years and if he was not going to look older, then Ichiro might get suspicious. He knew he could not rely on his skills for that look, for if he made a slip, all is out. He stopped at the old cemetery. The local archeology department had uncovered it about 60 years ago. He walked up to a grave and placed the flower he had just picked up on the way.

“You know, I’m happy. Happy to be alive. Happy to see the world change. Happy for…” His voice was a whisper. He stopped, not being able to find more reasons to be happy.

“Promise me one thing…..you will live on, even without me.”

“How can I live on without you? You were everything to me…..”
He walked to another grave. He smiled, “I bet you are still out there, peeping into bath houses.”

He paid his respect to the dead, and finally he came to the last grave.
“You know teme, I’m waiting for you. I swear I will wipe out that smug look on your face when I see you next. It’s a promise and you know Uzu…” He stopped and shook his head. Some habits just won’t go. He smiled, gave a sigh and walked away.

0o0o0o0o0

The market district was busy as usual. Ichiro picked up another book from that roadside vendor as he went about shopping, thinking of where to hide his newest porn from Arashi. It was not that his partner was a freeloader but such things tended to vanish after Arashi's eyes had seen them. He was still to understand why a man could be so 'not interested in porn' and yet things seemed to vanish. And them he saw a man coming out of the subway.

"Lucky! That's Jakoob Mellawa." Ichiro fumbled with his phone as he tried to keep the man in sight among the moving crowd.
"Hey there Arashi, its me. I found you a bounty. Remember those 13 grands. Yeah its the same."

"Sorry there Ichiro, but I'm stuck here at Kyoto. I will take some time."
"Okay then, I'll follow him. Let's see where he goes."
"Right. Good luck."

The only catch about the whole thing was that Jakoob was an expert in evasion. An hour later Ichiro sat down on a park bench to wind down after a chase that took him from one end of the town to another. Needless to say he lost track of his bounty. But all was not lost however. He had managed to get a bug into Jakoob's jacket as they had brushed by each other while moving through the crowd. So what if he escaped, he could still be traced. And then there was a trophy, a red handprint on his right cheek. Murogane Ichiro was happy.

0o0o0o0o0

"Corp. Murogane, take up the left flank. I'll take them from here."
"Sir, yes sir."

As the three man team got to cover, they had only enough time to see an RPG round speeding towards them. The corporal jumped to the side, eyes closing due to the blinding light. Before he lost consciousness, he felt something burning hit his left biceps.

0o0o0o0o0

"Ichiro. Wake up, this isn't the time for sleeping." Arashi's voice had a sense of urgency.
"Wha..? When did you get here?"
"Just a few moments ago. Now what happened to our bounty?"
"Planted a bug on him."

Two hours later, they were standing in front of a car parked by the side of the highway. Ichiro took out his pistol while Arashi simply walked to the car.
"Hmm... nothing here. Hey wait!" Arashi's nose twitched at the strange smell. "Get back!! Its gonna blow!!"
Ichiro ducked behind his car. Three seconds later there was a big explosion. When the smoke cleared, Arashi was nowhere in sight.

0o0o0o0o0

[Wilson]

Thats a nice way to put things in Recomp. Here's the second in the series. A lot more flashbacks and again, rarely any names, but reveals a lot more.

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

The Timeless Man
Earth 2.0

7th November 2123

Planet: Athena II
Location: near the Sol System jump gate

0o0o0o0o0

This was a regular day for the traffic controllers of the jump gate. Heavy container traffic was right on schedule and passenger traffic was acceptable, even after that toll payment miscalculation fiasco. As the passenger ships snaked their way through the lane traffic, one more ship joined in. It was an old ship, a nearly 12 year old chassis. There had been days of glory for this Simian class Mk III scout ship during the war, but now after retirement it had found itself in the hands of Arashi and Ichiro, two bounty hunters who were now returning for some rest after a hectic chase after a big game.

“Control to Dragonfire. You are allowed to leave the Zion System. Have a safe and comfortable journey.”

“Comfortable my ass!! With those jerks on their kittening rides, I’ll be lucky if I get to Earth without a single dent!!”, Ichiro muttered under the breath while sitting down on the controls.
“We get there already?” That was Arashi, complete with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth and half lidded eyes.

“Naa, just the jump gate.”
Sometimes Ichiro thought how this man had a Japanese name. He had not a touch of Japanese on his face, he was blond for crying out loud. Then there was his tanned complexion. He had asked him about it once. The answer was “I had a mixed parentage.” Then there were his collection of weapons. An antique katana, shuriken, kunai and a bo staff. Really old things but surprisingly still usable. Then there were some really old scrolls. He had said they were a family heritage. And finally two guns which were definitely supposed to get thousands in the black market. To say the least, his partner was an enigma, but it didn’t matter much. He had skills and they got money out of the business, so it was a no questions asked, no answers given kind of partnership. To say Ichiro didn’t have past would be wrong however, but that is a story for another time.

Two hours later, the Dragonfire was on its way to Earth’s Orbital Dockyard. Ichiro looked at the garbage that had to be thrown out. It was an impressive pile which they had built over the last two months, although the credit goes mostly to Arashi, with his instant cup ramen. Speaking of which, his partner was prepping up his small scooter ship, a TS-4 fighter decommissioned after the war, which Arashi christened ‘Kitsune’. Ichiro still thought it was a corny name, after all who named a plane after a fox?

“Okay Ichiro I’m ready. Open up the hatch.”
“When will you be back? We’ll go after another one soon.”

The hatch opened as the Kitsune taxied to the take-off zone. The engine was starting hum.
“I’ll give you a call.”
With a small jump, the Kitsune was gone.

0o0o0o0o0

Arashi walked down the road that led to the old suburbs while munching on a dango. When had he picked that habit, he didn’t remember, probably years ago when he was young. He still looked twenty years old, the only thing being, he had forgotten how old he was. According to his passport he was 24, quite a young looking age. But he knew it would soon be time for him to drop this identity. He had held on to this name for, say seven years and if he was not going to look older, then Ichiro might get suspicious. He knew he could not rely on his skills for that look, for if he made a slip, all is out. He stopped at the old cemetery. The local archeology department had uncovered it about 60 years ago. He walked up to a grave and placed the flower he had just picked up on the way.

“You know, I’m happy. Happy to be alive. Happy to see the world change. Happy for…” His voice was a whisper. He stopped, not being able to find more reasons to be happy.

“Promise me one thing…..you will live on, even without me.”

“How can I live on without you? You were everything to me…..”
He walked to another grave. He smiled, “I bet you are still out there, peeping into bath houses.”

He paid his respect to the dead, and finally he came to the last grave.
“You know teme, I’m waiting for you. I swear I will wipe out that smug look on your face when I see you next. It’s a promise and you know Uzu…” He stopped and shook his head. Some habits just won’t go. He smiled, gave a sigh and walked away.

0o0o0o0o0

The market district was busy as usual. Ichiro picked up another book from that roadside vendor as he went about shopping, thinking of where to hide his newest porn from Arashi. It was not that his partner was a freeloader but such things tended to vanish after Arashi's eyes had seen them. He was still to understand why a man could be so 'not interested in porn' and yet things seemed to vanish. And them he saw a man coming out of the subway.

"Lucky! That's Jakoob Mellawa." Ichiro fumbled with his phone as he tried to keep the man in sight among the moving crowd.
"Hey there Arashi, its me. I found you a bounty. Remember those 13 grands. Yeah its the same."

"Sorry there Ichiro, but I'm stuck here at Kyoto. I will take some time."
"Okay then, I'll follow him. Let's see where he goes."
"Right. Good luck."

The only catch about the whole thing was that Jakoob was an expert in evasion. An hour later Ichiro sat down on a park bench to wind down after a chase that took him from one end of the town to another. Needless to say he lost track of his bounty. But all was not lost however. He had managed to get a bug into Jakoob's jacket as they had brushed by each other while moving through the crowd. So what if he escaped, he could still be traced. And then there was a trophy, a red handprint on his right cheek. Murogane Ichiro was happy.

0o0o0o0o0

"Corp. Murogane, take up the left flank. I'll take them from here."
"Sir, yes sir."

As the three man team got to cover, they had only enough time to see an RPG round speeding towards them. The corporal jumped to the side, eyes closing due to the blinding light. Before he lost consciousness, he felt something burning hit his left biceps.

0o0o0o0o0

"Ichiro. Wake up, this isn't the time for sleeping." Arashi's voice had a sense of urgency.
"Wha..? When did you get here?"
"Just a few moments ago. Now what happened to our bounty?"
"Planted a bug on him."

Two hours later, they were standing in front of a car parked by the side of the highway. Ichiro took out his pistol while Arashi simply walked to the car.
"Hmm... nothing here. Hey wait!" Arashi's nose twitched at the strange smell. "Get back!! Its gonna blow!!"
Ichiro ducked behind his car. Three seconds later there was a big explosion. When the smoke cleared, Arashi was nowhere in sight.

0o0o0o0o0

Ouch. Lol, nice crash. And what the hell is with that drabble of yours recomp?

[SakuDotz]

Thats a nice way to put things in Recomp. Here's the second in the series. A lot more flashbacks and again, rarely any names, but reveals a lot more.

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

The Timeless Man
Earth 2.0

7th November 2123

Planet: Athena II
Location: near the Sol System jump gate

0o0o0o0o0

This was a regular day for the traffic controllers of the jump gate. Heavy container traffic was right on schedule and passenger traffic was acceptable, even after that toll payment miscalculation fiasco. As the passenger ships snaked their way through the lane traffic, one more ship joined in. It was an old ship, a nearly 12 year old chassis. There had been days of glory for this Simian class Mk III scout ship during the war, but now after retirement it had found itself in the hands of Arashi and Ichiro, two bounty hunters who were now returning for some rest after a hectic chase after a big game.

“Control to Dragonfire. You are allowed to leave the Zion System. Have a safe and comfortable journey.”

“Comfortable my ass!! With those jerks on their kittening rides, I’ll be lucky if I get to Earth without a single dent!!”, Ichiro muttered under the breath while sitting down on the controls.
“We get there already?” That was Arashi, complete with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth and half lidded eyes.

“Naa, just the jump gate.”
Sometimes Ichiro thought how this man had a Japanese name. He had not a touch of Japanese on his face, he was blond for crying out loud. Then there was his tanned complexion. He had asked him about it once. The answer was “I had a mixed parentage.” Then there were his collection of weapons. An antique katana, shuriken, kunai and a bo staff. Really old things but surprisingly still usable. Then there were some really old scrolls. He had said they were a family heritage. And finally two guns which were definitely supposed to get thousands in the black market. To say the least, his partner was an enigma, but it didn’t matter much. He had skills and they got money out of the business, so it was a no questions asked, no answers given kind of partnership. To say Ichiro didn’t have past would be wrong however, but that is a story for another time.

Two hours later, the Dragonfire was on its way to Earth’s Orbital Dockyard. Ichiro looked at the garbage that had to be thrown out. It was an impressive pile which they had built over the last two months, although the credit goes mostly to Arashi, with his instant cup ramen. Speaking of which, his partner was prepping up his small scooter ship, a TS-4 fighter decommissioned after the war, which Arashi christened ‘Kitsune’. Ichiro still thought it was a corny name, after all who named a plane after a fox?

“Okay Ichiro I’m ready. Open up the hatch.”
“When will you be back? We’ll go after another one soon.”

The hatch opened as the Kitsune taxied to the take-off zone. The engine was starting hum.
“I’ll give you a call.”
With a small jump, the Kitsune was gone.

0o0o0o0o0

Arashi walked down the road that led to the old suburbs while munching on a dango. When had he picked that habit, he didn’t remember, probably years ago when he was young. He still looked twenty years old, the only thing being, he had forgotten how old he was. According to his passport he was 24, quite a young looking age. But he knew it would soon be time for him to drop this identity. He had held on to this name for, say seven years and if he was not going to look older, then Ichiro might get suspicious. He knew he could not rely on his skills for that look, for if he made a slip, all is out. He stopped at the old cemetery. The local archeology department had uncovered it about 60 years ago. He walked up to a grave and placed the flower he had just picked up on the way.

“You know, I’m happy. Happy to be alive. Happy to see the world change. Happy for…” His voice was a whisper. He stopped, not being able to find more reasons to be happy.

“Promise me one thing…..you will live on, even without me.”

“How can I live on without you? You were everything to me…..”
He walked to another grave. He smiled, “I bet you are still out there, peeping into bath houses.”

He paid his respect to the dead, and finally he came to the last grave.
“You know teme, I’m waiting for you. I swear I will wipe out that smug look on your face when I see you next. It’s a promise and you know Uzu…” He stopped and shook his head. Some habits just won’t go. He smiled, gave a sigh and walked away.

0o0o0o0o0

The market district was busy as usual. Ichiro picked up another book from that roadside vendor as he went about shopping, thinking of where to hide his newest porn from Arashi. It was not that his partner was a freeloader but such things tended to vanish after Arashi's eyes had seen them. He was still to understand why a man could be so 'not interested in porn' and yet things seemed to vanish. And them he saw a man coming out of the subway.

"Lucky! That's Jakoob Mellawa." Ichiro fumbled with his phone as he tried to keep the man in sight among the moving crowd.
"Hey there Arashi, its me. I found you a bounty. Remember those 13 grands. Yeah its the same."

"Sorry there Ichiro, but I'm stuck here at Kyoto. I will take some time."
"Okay then, I'll follow him. Let's see where he goes."
"Right. Good luck."

The only catch about the whole thing was that Jakoob was an expert in evasion. An hour later Ichiro sat down on a park bench to wind down after a chase that took him from one end of the town to another. Needless to say he lost track of his bounty. But all was not lost however. He had managed to get a bug into Jakoob's jacket as they had brushed by each other while moving through the crowd. So what if he escaped, he could still be traced. And then there was a trophy, a red handprint on his right cheek. Murogane Ichiro was happy.

0o0o0o0o0

"Corp. Murogane, take up the left flank. I'll take them from here."
"Sir, yes sir."

As the three man team got to cover, they had only enough time to see an RPG round speeding towards them. The corporal jumped to the side, eyes closing due to the blinding light. Before he lost consciousness, he felt something burning hit his left biceps.

0o0o0o0o0

"Ichiro. Wake up, this isn't the time for sleeping." Arashi's voice had a sense of urgency.
"Wha..? When did you get here?"
"Just a few moments ago. Now what happened to our bounty?"
"Planted a bug on him."

Two hours later, they were standing in front of a car parked by the side of the highway. Ichiro took out his pistol while Arashi simply walked to the car.
"Hmm... nothing here. Hey wait!" Arashi's nose twitched at the strange smell. "Get back!! Its gonna blow!!"
Ichiro ducked behind his car. Three seconds later there was a big explosion. When the smoke cleared, Arashi was nowhere in sight.

0o0o0o0o0

! Omg, that's good! I didn't realize you wrote drabbles, unless im oblivious. XD; Seems like everyones drabbles rock! :thumbs:

[CrashLanded]

Arigatou minna!!!

As many would have noticed, the drabbles have a style slightly similar to Cowboy Bebop. If Hellsing had not screwed up the anime, this would have been the second best anime I ever saw.

Moving on.... a backward time jump. Remember that Japanese traded with the Portuguese in those times

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

The Timeless Man
A Ghost Of The Past

11th August 1633

Planet: Earth
Location: A coastal village in Japan

0o0o0o0o0

It was a clear morning, with no indication of any bad weather that had come to pass the last night. But it was also a time to worry for the women of the village, after all their husbands were coming back this day after an extended fishing trip. As the morning sun rose up in the sky, a speck became visible on the horizon. Then it became a blob of black and finally several dots scattered among the waves. As the boats drew closer, the wives got up to the shore to greet the menfolk. All in all it was a normal day in the routine of a fishing village. However today was different, as one of the boats had one man they never seen before. He did not look even a bit Japanese, with his bright blond hair and blue eyes. His facial structure was different from them too. The fishermen talked about a shipwreck out near the coral reefs. They said that it was horrible, with bodies floating around and goods strewn out in the sea. Probably one of the foreign merchant ships. It was a miracle this man survived, specially with the hurricane last night.

0o0o0o0o0

Misako waited for the blond man to come inside her house. Her son was sick and none of the medicines seemed to work on him. So she had decided to call the man who called himself Jonathan da'Sorvilhas. He had claimed he was a doctor.

"Where is the patient?" His Japanese was flawless, just with an inland accent. It was surprising seeing he was not one of them.
"In here." She said motioning him to the room where her son was lying. Her voice had a bit of doubt; after all he didn't look any older than twenty.

Even with her doubts she felt that somehow, this man could be trusted. It was almost the same way she had met her husband. Though now only the gods knew where he was, after that fateful night when the storms raged. He was out on a fishing trip and she had waited for him. Two days turned to two weeks as no news of him reached her. She was three months pregnant and it was five years ago.

He looked at the shrivelled form of the kid lying on the bed. It looked like an infection of tapeworms, no wonder the local doctor could not do anything. He put his hand on the kid's stomach, giving a comforting smile to the kid.

"You will be all right by tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll fix you up in no time." He remembered how once he had been treated for the same thing. And 'she' was furious at him for not heeding her advice about not eating too much ramen. He winched a little on the memory of the punch.

"So I'm not going to die?" The kid's voice was full of innocence. He used to be like this long ago. He shook his head, trying to shoo the memories away.

"Hey! I thought you were stronger than that!" A part of his old self returned to the surface.

0o0o0o0o0

He sat by the seaside, looking out to the horizon as the evening was coming to a close. His mind kept replaying the memories he had treasured long ago, that smile, that face, those eyes and beautiful hair. Then he remembered his promise, a promise of a lifetime. Heck! It was a promise that had transcended several lifetimes, and he still did not know when he would be free.

“Promise me one thing…..you will live on, even without me.”

He longed to be free. He could not remember how long he had lived. But rules were rules, and not even the gods could break them. He had committed a crime, and this was his punishment, a hell on living earth. He did not know why people wanted to be immortal, oh what he would not give to be mortal again. But he couldn't live as a living dead, for he had made a promise. He would make a blessing out of this curse,

"Jonathan san! There you are, the ship is ready to go. Please hurry, we'll set sail at sundown."

He looked back at the small trading ship docked on the local port. He got up and walked to the village. After all, he needed to take his belongings with him.

0o0o0o0o0

The night sky was clear, with stars twinkling bright. He stood at the edge of the deck, looking up at the stars. It was in one of these moonless nights 'she' had held him close, asking for warmth. They had finished a long mission and were returning.

"Aww... you don't need to ask me to sit with me."

They had sat down beside the small camp fire, with their sensei taking to the trees with his favourite orange book. He had not been able to apologise for breaking a promise.

"You don't need to say anything. I don't care if he comes back. What matters is that you are with me, here. He never was..."
"C'mon don't say that ..."

"Jonathan san, and we have been looking for you all over the ship." Somehow the words didn't seem to mean what the sailor was saying. He looked back to see a group of several sailors looking back at him. Their eyes had malice and their smirks felt treacherous. He smiled, for these goons didn't know they were dealing with someone who was aeons ahead of them.

"And what is that you need me for?" His silly grin had resurfaced after so long. And then the scent hit him. A memory was triggered, and it was not a happy one. He had not expected to meet this man after so many years.

"We need to have a talk, can you spare some time Naruto kun?"

0o0o0o0o0

He walked on the deck as the midnight hour struck. He had not intended to end like this. The whole deck was coloured red, courtesy the katana he was holding in his right hand. His talk with the other man had lasted not more than a few seconds. The next moment he knew, all the sailors were jumping on him as flies on honey. They were not easy to fight, specially with a lack of space to maneuver and a hundred flashes of steel that were intended for him. He was surprised to see elemental jutsus being used and had decided to cut loose.

"Come back here you bastard!! I'll teach you what a jutsu should be like!!" He shouted out in the night. The other man had escaped in the mayhem. That man was surely mad.

He looked back at the bodies scattered around the deck. They were real monstrosities; that man surely had lost his soul long ago and these bodies were proof of it. Genetic experiments on this scale was sheer madness.

"At least they are out of their pain." He thought out aloud, kneeling down and inspecting a seal on the neck of one of the bodies. He knew this one; it was the same he had seen on his friend, though now it was a lot more complicated. He would now have to study these as well. He walked up to the ship's bridge, only to find no one there. He looked at the maps, land seemed far away. He could sense a hurricane coming his way.

"Kage Bunshin no Jutsu" And a hundred clones set out to replace the dead crew. Now he had to wait till the hurricane passes over. Memories were once again running amok in his brain.
"Iruka sensei, can I try your hitai-ate?"
There was a time when he was young.
"Mizuki sensei, leave Iruka sensei alone, or I'm gonna kick your ass."
Then he grew up. It was the same jutsu.

He opened his eyes as the ship shook. The hurricane had hit with full force and the ship was rocking from side to side. His clones were trying to roll up the sails as the winds blew. He closed his eyes again, after all, a puny hurricane could not kill him. It would be better this way, all evidence of the massacre would be washed away. He stopped at the thought. When had he begun thinking like this? Maybe this was how his former prisoner used to think. When you live for an eternity you begin to see everything as fickle. There is no attachment left, and so, not guilt. Maybe this was what they call nirvana? Who knows, but now it was time to meditate.

0o0o0o0o0

[Gnosismaster]

I'm not sure if I want to read those drabbles...

[CrashLanded]

I'm not sure if I want to read those drabbles...

Well they are just the same as the one on my ff.net profile. Slightly angsty but not emo. And as for Compy, I'm sure he'd get around his closet-emo phase soon.

Now for the second to the last one I have completed. I still have 3-4 more down in the pipeline before I close the series.

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

The Timeless Man
A Prison Like No Other

Date unknown
Planet and location unknown

0o0o0o0o0

White. All the place was of this one colour. No shadows, no edges, no other colour except that on him, it was seemless, pure, calm. No, there was something different here, just ahead of him. Darker lines defined a shape,a stool. Ah just the thing he needed, he was tired of standing. How long? He didn't know. nor did he care. He sat down, and dark lines started appearing a few feet away from him, defining the edges of a door. He watched fascinated as the door completed itself, and then there was a soumd. He started at it, never having heard a sound for quite some time. The doorknob turned and the door started to open up. His interest peaked and he sat at the edge of the stool, preparing himself for anything that may come in. Then he saw a boy entering, bright blue eyes met cold sky blue and the temperature of the room suddenly dropped a few degrees. Another stool materialized in front of him, as well as a table between him and the stool. The boy sat down on the stool, eyes still fixed on him. Silence still reigned at the place, wherever it was. However, he was not one to be of the silent type, so he started the conversation.

"So, why are you here?" He was a bit surprised at his own voice. He could not believe he had forgotten how he used to sound like.
"It's time. I'm here to escort you out so that you can serve your sentence." The boy's voice had a cold ring, as if he was made of ice.
"Finally." His voice had the tone of relief. He brushed his hand over his blond spiky hair. "Let's get going."

0o0o0o0o0

"Rasenshuriken!!" His loud voice rang through the forest as he jabbed his right hand into the stomach of the 'weasel'. Then his eyes widened in surprise; Itachi had dissolved in ravens.
"kitten, when did get me into his genjutsu?" Naruto yelled to himself. "Not good, I lost a large part of my chakra and I don't want to go berserk now, Sakura chan will get hurt again."
The said girl was lying on her stomach a few feet from him, but he could not see her. He knew he had to break out of Itachi's jutsu but how, he did not know. He knew normal methods would not work and the one method he had would kill everyone. He decided to think out a solution, knowing well that his time was limited.

"Ah yes, this might work." He tried pooling in his will power to stop thinking. It was hard work, with Itachi messing up with his brain, but he kept trying. Slowly his thoughts began to fade away as he entered a meditative state.

His mind slowly became blank and his senses began to get dull. First sight shut down, then hearing, then smell and taste and finally, he stopped feeling the sense of touch. Somehow, he felt free. His normal senses had gone but something else had taken its place. He began to feel the flow of chakra through his body, as well as his tenketsu opening and closing as chakra escaped. He also felt the difference in the two chakra flowing in his body. The feeling was overwhelming, being in control, it was a sense of power like no other.
"What is he doing?" Itachi frowned. "Can he be...?"

He never got to finish his thought as a giant flare of chakra hit him.

0o0o0o0o0

He kept walking down the empty corridor, with gothic arches adorning the roof. The boy in front of him was walking at a steady pace. Silence had again fallen between them, with the only interruptions from the sound of their footsteps on the stone floor. He was feeling really uncomfortable, so he decided to speak up again.
"So where are you taking me?" He had added a bit of curiosity in his voice. Honestly though he didn't mind if they put him in the burning infernos of hell, atleast it would be less boring.
"To the living world, but not a how you remember it. Pieces of your life will be there though, but I doubt you will find it any comforting." The voice was formal. Then again this boy had said something of being in a senior post. Probably one of the requirements of the job. "Many realities blend into that world. It is a whirlpool of truths, and yes, they do hurt."

He winched at those words, but decided to say nothing. He had made a promise, and he'll be damned if he broke it. He would endure anything they would throw at him, he would prove them wrong. After all, he used to do that a lot.

0o0o0o0o0

"Uzumaki Naruto, after examining all the evidences and witnesses brought here for this trial, the jury has come to a conclusion." The judge's eyes were fixed on him.
"All those who proclaim him guilty, raise your hand." All the jury raised his their hands. The decision was unanimous, Uzumaki Naruto was guilty.
"Is there anyone who contests this conviction?" No one come up. All the evidences presented were against him. The case was conclusive.
"All right then, Uzumaki Naruto is hereby proclaimed guilty of misusing his power to defy the laws set by nature. Your sentence will be declared tomorrow. The court is adjourned."

0o0o0o0o0

"We'll arrive at the gate in a few minutes, so prepare yourself." The boy broke the silence that had once again settled between them. The convict gave no answer. He was wondering how a shinigami could look like a white haired boy, after all shinigami were supposed to be hideous and scary. Maybe it was all wild imagination on the part of the people.

"We're here." The boy's cool voice ringed into his ears, shaking him out of his thoughts.

He looked at the empty space before him as the boy moved forward. They had left the corridor a long time ago and had come up to this beautiful garden where two pillars stood at the middle of the lawn. His escort unsheathed the sword hanging off his back and jabbed it into the space between the pillars. He saw in astonishment as black lines began to appear at the place taking the shape of a large gate.

"So this is it? Anything more I need to know before i head over?" He said to the boy, walking to the gate.
"You will know what you need to do, my job is done here."

He closed his eyes as the gate slowly slid open, bathing the area in a soft white light. Then he opened his eyes full of determination, and walked into the light.

0o0o0o0o0

He woke up on a deserted island, probably a volcanic one as the crater showed. There was nothing on that patch of land except for grass and tall statues of people with long earlobes and similar faces. It was surely the last straw.

"You bastard!! What were you thinking when you dropped me off here?? Come back here, I'm gonna so kick you ass for this!!"

Definitely, Uzumaki Naruto could not be suppressed even after aeons of imprisonment.

0o0o0o0o0

A/N
There are many references here, the first one is of course the most easily recognizable one. Yes folks, it is Bleach. The second one is subtle, and involves the technique used Naruto. It is a common practice in holistic medicine and is known as The Biofeedback Technique, even though I stretched it a bit far. The third one is the island; it is a small island in South Pacific known to tourists by the name Easter Island. It is dotted by large statues which litter in and around the old extinct volcanic crater.

What's the crime and what's the punishment? Many would have guessed the punishment but not the crime. Well wait a bit till I finish up the closing drabbles.

[Recompense]

i'm not a closet-emo. I got over that phase a long time ago.

and besides, So far i've proven my fluff sucks, my action is way too violent, and my plot is about all that i find to be decent. angst is about the only good thing i got goin for meh.

so shup about the closet-emo thing

[CrashLanded]

i'm not a closet-emo. I got over that phase a long time ago.

and besides, So far i've proven my fluff sucks, my action is way too violent, and my plot is about all that i find to be decent. angst is about the only good thing i got goin for meh.

so shup about the closet-emo thing

But you'd agree that sometimes your angst gets out of hand (it feels like too much goth at times). You could tone down the depressing feelings with some hope and lightheartedness.

The final drabble in the series so far (the conclusion is still being worked on and will take time).

Well, now we're back to the current timeline, just a few years before the bounty hunter phase and a few years after the war.

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

The Timeless Man
Someone I Know

3rd June 2118

Planet: Vegas III
Location: Old Town Square, New San Marino

0o0o0o0o0

“Officer Krutz, this is HQ. Come in Officer Krutz.”
The said woman, a petty officer in New San Marino Police Department was enjoying a warm cup of coffee and a donut when the accursed device started droning.

“Yes this is Krutz speaking….”
“Dead body found. 12th street, sector 14. That’s your patrol. Standard protocol.”
“Roger, I’m on it.”

15 minutes later the said area had been cordoned off and the Crime Scene Investigation had been called. Officer Jasmine Krutz leaned over at the body, inspecting the wounds.

“Enjoying your time, Jasmine?”
She looked back and found her old teammate Alfred Chow smiling.
“I don’t regret retiring. I’m used to this slow life now.” Jasmine was still looking at the body. She had decided long ago that life in the CSI unit was too hectic for raising a family.

“He was a contract killer.” Alfred said. “We have his files. Thirteen kills; all shot through and through. Looks like this time his target was more dangerous than him.”
Jasmine absorbed this piece of information; it was certainly interesting. The wounds were not normal either. The right lung had been punctured and the cut was pretty deep. It was a clean cut, running from the center of the chest to the left side, ending near the end of the false ribs. Not only that, the wound had been cauterized, like a surgical electric knife. The angle of the cut said that the killer was taller than the victim. The victim had been using a PSG-31K tactical sniper rifle, which lay a few feet from the body. It was facing the street, meaning the victim’s target was supposed to walk the road which the balcony overlooked.

Jasmine frowned at the scene. She turned back to face Alfred.
“You think Boss will let me in on this one?”
“I think he might say no, but then you were the best we had.” Alfred beamed at the idea.

0o0o0o0o0

The man stood in front of the fountain, watching the water move around in fancy ways. Then, slowly, his sight got blurred. He took out his handkerchief and cleaned his glasses. A moment later, the glasses were back in front of his black eyes. It had been the fifth attempt on his life in the last three years. His enemies were certainly not going to let him go, specially when he had proved too dangerous to be left alive. But he could no die, not now when he knew everything; everything about himself and that damned experiment.

The dreams...
Of a forest and blue sky.
Of a village and a mountain.
And an older brother and a friend...

He shook out the images out of his mind as a light drizzle began to fall. He had a job to do, to find the man in the dreams. He knew somehow that the blond who felt like a friend in his dream had the answers he wanted. And he knew that there was more to himself than just Project Genesis.

0o0o0o0o0

Alfred entered the cubicle Jasmine was working in with a cup of coffee in hand. The Boss had agreed to the deal, even though it took three hours of pestering.

"Any progress lately?"
"Yes, I found records of other contract killers who had got killed in the same manner. All on different planets; this one was on Lozo IV." Jasmine pointed to a face on the screen.

This was indeed surprising, for Lozo IV was a research planet, and had a very small residential settlement. The planet was being terraformed but it had not much chance of life, beside the fact that it was far away from the big trade routes and little support structure.

"So either our friend is a smuggler or someone in the know of some of the illegal research going on." Alfred was fast on the conclusion.
"The smuggler part does not explain the money involved, so maybe it is the second, but we might be wrong. We know next to nothing about this guy or of the research facilities." Jasmine reasoned.

"Most of the research going on is sanctioned by the military and we can't tell them to cough out info. This looks pretty bad." Alfred had a serious expression on his face, even though it looked out of place on his happy-go-lucky personality. The case was going out of hand and he did not like it. He looked at the research facilities being listed on the screen, around twenty of them. Lambda Research, iLight Innova, Orochi Corps... the list was long.

0o0o0o0o0

"Flight 0356 is waiting at Dock No.35. All passengers please go to Gate No. 12 to get their boarding passes scanned."

The blond haired man got up from his seat and made his way to the gate. His eyes were still on the PDA he was carrying, news being displayed. Another contract killer dead, and the same kind of wound. He knew the wound from long ago, his left hand making its way to the right side of his chest. But it was not possible , was it? Or maybe it was, that old bastard snake might be behind it. But if it was true then time was drawing near. He smiled at the thought, he would be free at last.

"Your pass please."
"Huh? Oh, here."

Once this thing is done with, he was going to Lozo IV, he had to meet a certain somebody.

0o0o0o0o0

"So this one also failed. It's been how many years? Ahh three years and he's still walking." The voice seemed to come out of nowhere as the table seemed to be shrouded in darkness.
"I'm sorry sir, but we won't fail you the next time." The terrified voice of the subordinate was heard.

"I'm disappointed. But I think you deserve another chance. Besides our pet project just can't run away that easily." The superior's voice sounded amused, almost teetering on the edge of madness. The subordinate could practically feel the air getting heavier. He had felt relieved at being given another chance but now, the atmosphere was scaring the kitten out of him.

"Well then..."
"Garrrghhh..." The subordinate felt a strong hand grip tightly on his throat as the boss pulled him closer. He could now see that eye, the slitted yellow eye of the snake, filled with a lust for blood like no other. "You should prove useful for my next experiment."

0o0o0o0o0

The bag is empty for now as I work on the next one. Editing and stuff will also take time, so bear with me of a while. I bet you all guessed out the characters on your own. I based the looks of the guy on Ishida Uryuu (Bleach) as they do have the same seiryu.

[Wilson]

Lol, recomp is just using excuses.

And crash, nice, but a bit too long to qualify as a drabble?

[CrashLanded]

Lol, recomp is just using excuses.

And crash, nice, but a bit too long to qualify as a drabble?

Poor Compy's in denial, so let him be. About the drabbles, yes they are a bit long but cannot be considered a full fledged story due to the numerous jumps, gaps and rewinds in the timeline. In the end all tie up together but by themselves they are pretty independent.

[Wilson]

Poor Compy's in denial, so let him be. About the drabbles, yes they are a bit long but cannot be considered a full fledged story due to the numerous jumps, gaps and rewinds in the timeline. In the end all tie up together but by themselves they are pretty independent.

Indeed, but I was wondering, have you tried a fluffy drabble yet? As in SUPER fluffy kind.

If not, may i request one? Compy is being lazy by not practising his fluff.

[Jwolf0]

Crash, very intersting set of... ficlets? Snapshots? They do feel a bit longer than drabble length, but I do see the point that they wouldn't work as well put together. Are you familiar with the Casca: The Eternal Warrior series of books? They kinda remind me of those, except Casca had less mystery and quiet reminiscing and more butt-kicking and slaughtering of enemies.

Compy-kun, I don't remember your fluff being bad... I'll have to rewind through the thread later to double-check. And if your action is violent, so is John Woo's and Quentin Tarantino's. Not many complain about that. Write what you like but don't limit yourself to angst just cause that all you think you're good at. I bet that's not the case!

Sigh. Definitely been slowing down. My muse was doing relatively well, too.

Family Portrait. Things may change, but the names stay the same.

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

He’d kept the photo forever.

Kakashi-sensei eye-smiling, a hand on his and Sasuke’s heads. Neither one were happy with the Copy-nin – or with each other. Sakura beaming cutely, always beautiful.

Team Seven weren’t his only precious people, but they were the ones he spent the most time with, the ones he worked the hardest to impress. They were his perverted uncle, his brother, and his love.

Today Naruto took the photo down, replacing it with a new family picture.

Kakashi-sensei smiling genuinely, arms around an ecstatic Naruto and a radiant Sakura. The happy couple held their newborn child Sasuke.

Feels a bit off to me for some reason.

EDIT: Gah! Attempt at ninja edit failed! Truly you have some 1337 anti-ninja skills Crash! XD
Just changed about three words around, you can compare the different versions between Crash's and my posts. Did I ever mention I'm a Nazi when it comes to my own work?

[CrashLanded]

Family Portrait. Things may change, but the names stay the same.

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

He’d kept the photo forever.

Kakashi-sensei eye-smiling, a hand on his and Sasuke’s heads. Neither one were happy with the Copy-nin – or with each other. Sakura beaming cutely, beautiful as always.

Team Seven weren’t his only precious people, but they were the ones he spent the most time with, the ones he worked the hardest to impress. They were his perverted uncle, his brother, and his love.

Today, Naruto took it down and replaced it with a new family picture.

Kakashi-sensei smiling genuinely, arms around an ecstatic Naruto and a radiant Sakura. The happy couple held their newborn child Sasuke.

Feels a bit off to me for some reason.

Looks good to me. Finally some fluff after the depression wave.

[SakuNaruLover]

Nice drabbles everyone

[Recompense]

i have decided that after way too many complaints about the dark nature of my drabbles, i have decided to present to yhou why i don not write fluff, luff, or anything with two f's in it.

thank you and good day

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

“An exercise in futility, she’ll never return your love. The slut is too interested in the Uchiha’s blood”

Naruto sat there, opposite his sensei, lazily sprawled out in his lazy recliner.

“Sensei, you know I respect you. But if you ever insult Sakura-chan again, I’ll kill you.”

Takeshi nodded his head, and raised his glass in a sign of assent

“Seriously, my dear, dearly misguided student, if you honestly think She’s just going to barge in here, land a big sloppy one all over your face, and then confess her love for you, you’re an idiot beyond all hope.”

Naruto looked glumly at his sensei. His sensei was rarely this pessimistic about Naruto’s lovelife.

“But then again…”

Suddenly, the door to the ANBU room slammed open, and his pink-haired love stomped across the room.

Before Naruto could even shout out a greeting, she was on him, shoving her lips against his, her tongue greedily exploring his mouth, her sweet, sweet tongue gave him an experience beyond taste, or feeling. It was so wonderful, Naruto began to feel light-headed, his vision swimming so much, he couldn’t tell if there were two angels before him, or just one.

Sakura pulled her head back slowly, nibbling on his lower lip as she did, driving Naruto’s overwhelmed mind even further to the edge. He followed her head with his own, trying desperately to feel her again, if just for a moment.

“Naruto… I love you.”

They kissed once again, their bodies melding together into one being made of pleasure, bliss, and a healthy dose of lust. They rolled off of the chair, Naruto landing solidly on his back, he didn’t even notice, he was too busy with his Sakura-chan.

Takeshi watched amusedly, relaxing in his recliner and smiling pleasantly to himself. He felt quite pleased with the fact that Sakura had finally made out with Naruto, the boy had been acting weird lately, and Takeshi couldn’t be held responsible for his actions if Naruto came whining for advice yet again.

“…I’ve been wrong before.”

look upon mine suckage and DESPAIR!!