ANBU Fiction

One Last Debt [Fic]

Wed, 11 Jun 2008 07:10:16 GMT

Title: One Last Debt

Writer: Teh Opheliac (A.K.A. Lillith Maxwell)

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings/Pairings: Death Fic, Shounen-Ai / Slash / Yaoi, Tearjerker, Gaara x Naruto, SasuNaru

Rating: Worksafe / PG

Summary: He never thought it would have happened to him. He had simply assumed that the mind numbing feelings were permanent. It never occurred to him that by meeting “him” his internal wounds would begin to mend, heal. That he would learn to love. It was time to repay his debt.

Writer’s Notes: This is a VERY old story. I wrote it about four or five years ago when I had been obsessed with the anime. During the time since this has passed, I have become a better writer. :D Also, keep in mind that I wrote this BEFORE Sasuke went all evil and joined the ranks of Orochimaru. One last thing, this story did not have a beta to look over it. I apologize for any mistakes or errors that could possibly be present in the story.

Keep in mind! This story is in Gaara's point of view. He is in love with Naruto- but Naruto IS essentially with Sasuke.

( One Last Debt )

PLEASE DO NOT FORGET TO COMMENT! :D

Thu, 08 May 2008 12:11:57 GMT

does any of you have a Ita/Saku fic? :D please tell me if you have one.. :D:D

FIC: The Good Listener [KimiSaku] 03/05

Thu, 07 Feb 2008 22:00:16 GMT

Title: The Good Listener [chapter 3]
Author: Cella [stereotype_vamp]
Fandom:Naruto
Ship: Sakura/Kimimaro
Rating: Teen
Summary: ”My kingdom for a breakaway.” Unfortnately, Sakura’s kingdom isn’t that big, and the breakaway isn’t that eager to help. SAKURA. KIMIMARO. On bookstores, low budgets, secret jobs, chance encounters, and an old lady with really long hair. Who is actually a young man.
Spoilers: AU. Heavy on the AU.
A/N: I GOT THE MUSE BACK! And it’s all thanks to DeGlace. Did you people know she updated Marrow again? After so long. I’m deliriously happy. Everyone should go read it. As usual, this is still homage to you, DeGlace. Spreading the KimiSaku love, one AU at a time!

( I'm doomed to celibacy. Forever! )

Picassoid Forms [Dei/Sak] [complete]

Thu, 03 Jan 2008 01:26:40 GMT

Title: Picassoid Forms
Author: MysticalSpirits [tinted_zombie]
Pairing: Deidara/Sakura
Rating: T/PG13
Genre: Romance/Angst
Warnings (including spoilers): none
Cover: in my DeviantArt account [tickled orange]; make me more? c;
Synopsis: He knew he was a prisoner. He knew he was going to die. He knew she would be the one to kill him. But he didn't care. As long as he could spend his last moments with her, he would be happy. After all, she was his masterpiece.

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“Art is a lie which makes us realize the truth.”

What was art?

The answer was so painfully obvious.

Art was fleeting. It was temporary. It was a teasing beauty that was the calm before the storm. It was witnessing hope before having it torn away forever. It was a lie that made it easier to accept the inevitable truth.

It was salvation.

He scoffed under his breath. Salvation? He found it disappointing that he, an artist, was without it. There was no chance in hell that he’d make it through this. He lacked hope. It had been torn away from him the second he had lost his art forever, his clay gone and his hands silent. But then again, he did not know why he was so surprised. He himself never believed that art could last eternally. It was something he had always argued with his old partner about.

He smirked bitterly. The world was just swirling with irony, wasn’t it? From what he had heard yesterday, it was Sasori who would have the last laugh. The art of the puppet master had won in the end. Thanks to his old partner, Deidara would die.

“You will be injected with an updated form of Sasori’s most fatal poison. I was ordered to strengthen it, to make it work quicker. All it took was a few rearranged catalysts, once I figured out the pattern. This’ll be injected into your bloodstream, and the effect will be immediate. You won’t last two minutes.”

He sneered. She was such a smart little girl, figuring out the secret to Sasori-danna’s toxin. It was impressive enough that she had even remembered it after all these years. But he should have known. Even from all the way down here, he had heard about her reputation: she was ingenious.

He wished there was a window somewhere. He could not remember what the sky looked like, how the trees smelled, how tiny a star was. How long had it been since he had seen sunlight? All he was left with now were candles. Did the daytime even exist anymore?

He wanted to know what time it was, but prisoners did not have that luxury. Even if he was allowed a chance to see the sky, he was certain he would not remember how to read it. It had been much too long. How much longer would it be? How much longer before time would no longer be an issue?

He thought he could handle it. Ever since he had joined the Akatsuki, he had never feared death. He had never feared dying. Until recently, he had never even believed them to be two different things. He thought he had won; he thought he’d show them all that threats did not work on him. Akatsuki members never lost their composure.

He was aghast, disgusted with himself. If he did not have such exceptional self-control, he would be shaking in fear by now. He was afraid, afraid of taking his last breaths and disappearing from the world forever, leaving only the cursed memory of him behind.

They should have killed him ages ago. He would not be afraid or dishonorable if they had just done away with him the moment they had the chance. If they hadn’t let him live an extra year, he would not feel regret. He would not be so terrified to leave her behind.

But what was he thinking? Why was he thinking of her? He was only kidding himself; she would not feel alone because of his death. She had her plethora of patients. She had friends and family that meant the world to her. She had the entire village to look out for. She didn’t care for him in the slightest, and there were many other men suitable for her, many that could make her happy. Even if he could live a bit longer, happiness was something he could never offer her.

“Deidara-kun.” He slowly opened his eyes, determined to make his last moments stretch as long as they could. He blinked numerous times. Since a year ago, when they had confiscated his eye scope, he’d had a harder time adjusting his eyes to sudden light, even if it was only as dim as the glow of the lantern in her hand.

He looked up at her from his side of the iron bars. There she was: his masterpiece. As she had been the only other person he had made contact with for the past year, besides Morino Ibiki during his everyday questioning, she was his escape. She was art. She was the single ray of beauty in the everlasting darkness that was his cell.

The light did not have to be strong for him to recognize her. He did not need any chakra to know it was really her, not a henge like she had used so often during his first month of captivity, just to be safe. It was not so difficult to identify the woman he loved.

“What?” he smiled ironically. “Is it time already?”

She did not return his grin. He watched as she stared at him through the bars. His smirk was wiped off his face in an instant. He did not like to see her this way, although she had frowned more often than not while in his presence, and he should have already been used to it. He had always mocked her scowls, but today there was no time for such banter.

She did not say a word. Her gaze broke away from his as she dug through her the folds of her clothes for his cell’s key. Seconds later, there was a single click, and the key had disappeared into her pocket for the last time.

Time moved slowly for Deidara, but he did not mind. Her sandals clacked against the cobblestone floor, her steps unhurried and outwardly calm. Based on her hesitance, he figured she had never been asked to kill a prisoner before.

When she had finally reached his slumped form against the wall, she set down the lantern carefully, kneeling in front of him. She said nothing. She didn’t even move. He wasn’t complaining. He loved being so close to her, and it was a relief to be near her without any interruptions of small talk. If he hadn’t known any better, if he hadn’t been so certain that she did not know the extent of his affection for her, he would have assumed that she was taking her time for him.

But it was not for him, he thought. She was stalling because she was nervous about killing a convict, not because she didn’t want him to die; she did want him to die – they all did. She couldn’t be in love with him in return. It was impossible.

“Will you miss me when I’m gone, mm?” He hated the empty look in her eyes, and he was determined to lighten the mood, for both of their sakes. Death was nearer, and he had never been so afraid. Her body was so close to his, and he had never loved her as much as he did now, even compared to yesterday. It was too bad he was going to be dead soon.

“What would I miss you for?” She turned away huffily. “Thanks to you, I haven’t had a decent mission in a year, and Shishou hasn’t allowed me to do anything in the hospital other than standard examinations. Do you know how hard it is to pay my rent when the only job I can get is babysitting some stubborn S-ranked criminal who won’t even tell Morino-san the slightest bit of information?”

Deidara watched her beautiful, unpainted mouth, taking his time in answering. “It’s a good thing this’ll be your last day on the job, then, Sakura-chan.” He had knocked her speechless. She refused to look at him until he took it back. “Don’t look so sad about it, mm.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m not sad about you, Deidara-kun. I’m a medic. Even though I’m a kunoichi, my hands weren’t made for killing people, even shinobi like you.”

He had always known that much, but the knowledge did not prevent him from feeling the burning stab in his chest. It was comments like these that let her break his heart into pieces, her words the explosives that shattered it into millions upon millions of bleeding red shards. She was brutal. He had thrown his heart at her feet, but she had yet to see it lying there, and it was easy for her to step on it and stamp it into the ground.

He could think of nothing else to say. He disappointed himself. Even if he would never tell her of his devotion to her, he did not want to waste their last moments together. He did not think he could take much more heartbreak. Surely that would kill him even before that poisonous needle had the chance.

Minutes passed in thick silence. Sakura was staring at her hands in her lap, and Deidara weakly – so very weakly – watched her do so. (He hadn’t been fed since the day before, when Sakura had told him the news of his death sentence. He doubted Konohagakure would want to waste food on a dead man.)

“Why won’t you kill me?” he finally grew the courage to ask, but he was still hesitant. “Why are you just sitting there, un?”

She fidgeted before answering. “I came a bit early, that’s all. You aren’t to be disposed of for another fifteen minutes.”

His eyes widened minutely. “Then why did you—”

“I don’t see how that really matters.”

“Of course it does,” he muttered softly. “I thought the sight of me sickens you.”

She turned away, her eyes on her wringing hands again. He knew she could not forget about what had happened yesterday. Although the horror of death was slowly approaching him, he could not help but remember each and every detail. He had replayed the memory countless times since she had left his cell the day before, and he would take that memory to his quickly-approaching grave.

If he concentrated hard enough, he could actually feel her soft hands on his bare skin again. He could feel her fingers burrowed in his long, loose hair, the caress of her nervous breath on his neck as she leaned towards him. Her touch was slow and gentle, trailing his skin and leaving shivers in its wake. He had struggled throughout her ministrations. It took everything in him to leave his arms at his sides and his face straight, and even then, he had failed.

He couldn’t help himself. He remembered the way her lips were parted as she tended to his hair, her cheeks flushed in the dark lighting. The image of her was a true work of art.

His mouth had been the first to betray him. He had never felt such passion before, and his mouth had parted as he found it harder and harder to breathe. His eyes were next. He had felt them fluttering shut with a blissful ecstasy that Sakura wouldn’t have noticed, but then he had to lose control of his hands, the biting, gnawing hands that had tasted so little throughout the year. They had barely done anything at all, merely rising to trace her slim waist, but it was enough.

She had been angry with him after that. She had yelled at him, crying that he had no right to touch her like that after she had worked so hard to persuade the Hokage to give him one last bath before he died.

She was right, of course. Deidara knew he had gotten carried away. She was a medic, and she must have bathed countless weakened patients before, but as she washed his tired body and lathered the grime out of his hair, he could not help but imagine what it would have been like, had she been doing so in different circumstances.

Still, she had touched him voluntarily. He had felt her flesh on his, although not to a romantic extent. Even as he tiredly apologized, pink and flustered at her lasting effect on him, he was thrilled. It did not last long though, because soon after, Sakura had told him how disgusting he was to her.

She was an art, but in no time at all, she had exploded. She had left his cell immediately.

“Is that why you came so early, mm?” he asked softly, staring at the top of her rosette head. “If it’s about the bath, you don’t have to apologize. It was my fault, Sakura-chan.”

She scoffed and furrowed her brow. “Tch, that’s not why I’m here. Don’t be ridiculous.” He watched as her face softened in the glow of the lantern. “But since you mentioned it, I might as well. If I don’t apologize now, I’ll regret it once—”

He frowned at her sudden pause. “Once I’m dead?”

She ignored him. “I’m only going to say it once, so listen carefully.” She took a breath, as though it were much more difficult than it really was. Deidara shifted. She was taking her sweet time in apologizing, time he did not have. “Gomen nasai. I didn’t intend to blow up on you like that.”

Blow up.

He smirked to himself. He found it quite promising that he still had his sense of humor, especially just minutes before his yellow death.

“That’s enough, Sakura-chan,” he muttered, his lips sadly tilted upwards, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d assume you were trying to make me feel better about myself.”

She glared heatedly, her gaze both icy and uncomfortable at the same time. “Couldn’t you just be modest for half a minute of your life? If you’re going to be a smart-ass about it, I’ll take back that apology without hesitation.”

He frowned at her hostility. He had let her apologize; wasn’t that enough? What sort of reaction was she expecting from him after she said she was sorry? Was there anything else he could have said that would not have made her angry with him again? He never was one to understand women.

“Tell me, Sakura-chan,” he abruptly changed the subject, “what exactly were you trying to achieve by coming here so early?”

“What are you talking about? I don’t really know myself.”

“I don’t really have much time for lies, yeah.”

Her narrowed eyes pierced through his frail body. “I’m not lying!”

Deidara stared at her, doing his best to intimidate. It was working. Sakura fidgeted under his stony gaze, an impressive feat, as she was a ninja and was trained over time not to let her guard down. His dazed eyes shifted down to her hands, her long fingers now flexing in a fan-like movement. Even with her control over her poker face, she had not yet learned to stop her hands from twitching when she was being untruthful. He was surprised that no one, not even her, had caught on to that tiny flaw.

“If you must know,” she spat half-heartedly, “I thought maybe you’d be a little lonely.” Her furrowed brow relaxed into a sympathetic frown, but she caught herself and glared at him again, although now moving hesitantly. “But that must just be the medic in me. I always feel so bad about the patients who die alone. A nurse walks in and finds a dead body, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. But sometimes… I don’t know. No one deserves that. I don’t think.”

Deidara could only watch her. What was he supposed to say to that? Her fingers were still fanning outwards, but not as quickly as before. “How…sensitive of you, mm.” What was he to her, just another patient? He wasn’t someone going into a risky surgery or someone with an incurable disease. He was someone who just couldn’t help but blow things up every once in a while. And he was someone who was very much in love with the girl who was going to kill him. What was he supposed to say? “You can sit down, if you’d like, yeah.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid. An Akatsuki member, made into a bumbling fool all because of a stupid girl with stupid hair who made him say stupid things without his even meaning to, and on his deathbed, no less. He had never let it show, but he always felt rather ridiculous when he was around her.

“I’d rather stand, thanks.” But even as she was saying it, she was already crouching down beside him.

Deidara wasn’t sure why he had asked her to sit with him. He had blurted out the first coherent thought in his head, but now that she was next to him on the cold, concrete floor of the cell, he couldn’t focus. It was just like every other time she had gotten close to him. He had lost control of himself yesterday during his bath, all his hormonal emotions for her overflowing and making him act rashly, and here she was again, so close to him, they were almost touching.

He could feel her body heat radiating and warming his own body. His cheeks flushed uncharacteristically, a patch of pink spreading over his nose, but he doubted she noticed in the dark. He fidgeted even in his weak state, leaning his head back onto the wall so he could catch his breath. He had to turn his head a bit away from her, overwhelmed by her presence.

There was an awkward silence as he squirmed, or at least he thought it was awkward. As far as he was concerned, if one person was uncomfortable, so was everyone else. He didn’t know how much time was passing in his nervous state, an unfortunate thing, as he only had minutes left of his life. A strangled sound emerged from his throat, and although to him it sounded as loud as a roar, he was also aware of how quiet the sound really was. Sakura didn’t even notice it. Any of it.

“How do you feel?” she asked nervously.

“Afraid.”

Her left hand, the one closest to him, anxiously rose to brush her hair back. She had obviously misjudged how close she would be to Deidara when she sat down, her eyes not used to the darkness, because the back of her hand brushed against his old Akatsuki cloak before she pulled away. “Afraid of what? Dying?”

Afraid of losing you. “Yeah, maybe.”

He knew she was running out of things to say already. When that happened to people, he noticed, they began to play psychiatrist. It was a habit every human had, one that he always found annoying, except when it was her. “Besides being afraid, how are you feeling?”

He closed his eyes for a straight five seconds, clearing his mind. He thought about where he was, a damp, cold prison. But the more he thought about it, the more that scenery disappeared. He thought about how it would feel to die. That soon disappeared too. He thought about his hunger, the long hair tickling his face, the ache in his back from being hunched over for so long. Then those feelings were gone.

Then he thought about Sakura. The way she was sitting, her legs out in front of her. The way she was nibbling on her lip, nervously awaiting his response. The way her presence alone was a comfort to him, his chest beginning to burn with a desire that would never be fulfilled. He could never have her, but that didn’t stop his heart from beating so fast. He opened his eyes again and turned to look at her innocent, pretty face, the face that had haunted him for months.

“Warm.”

She stiffened in surprise, looking up at him. If she noticed the tenderness in his eyes, she didn’t comment on it. “I don’t think I understand.”

“Heh, me either,” he scoffed dryly, “but it feels nice, un.”

She looked away, down into his lap where his hands lay between his raised knees, his feet planted on the floor. Her brow furrowed cutely, but she didn’t say anything until Deidara asked her what was wrong. “Your hands,” she said. “Did it hurt when they sewed them shut?”

He dropped his gaze to them, moving them a little so he could see his palms. The stitches were still tight on his skin, the infused chakra making it impossible to loosen. The mouths were still, as they had been since the operation; they, as well as the large one on his chest, had died the day the Konoha medics permanently shut them up.

“I think it hurt more,” he said solemnly, “knowing that I couldn’t blow things up anymore.”

Sakura laughed humorlessly. “How morbid.” Her fake smile began to fade, leaving an empathetic one behind. “Then again, you were always such an artistic person. It must’ve been hard, not being able to do what you loved anymore. It’s kind of like Lee, actually, except with taijutsu. But that happened ages ago, anyway.”

Deidara’s frown deepened minutely. She had told him about Lee before, just like she told him about all of her friends, but he didn’t want to hear about the other people in her life anymore. All he cared about was himself and her, only Deidara and Sakura. Everyone else in the world was insignificant.

“Could I see them?” she asked quietly, her hand already reaching out to him.

“Are you sure, mm? Even though they’re shut, they’re still kind of strange.”

The attitude she had earlier resonated through her voice. “I want to see them,” she said a little more forcefully than she must have meant to. She looked about ready to apologize, but even now it was hard for her to decide how to act around him.

He didn’t much know what to say. He lifted his right hand and held it out in front of her face. He watched as she examined the clean stitching, feeling as though his skin were beginning to set on fire just from the way her eyes were looking at it. The blush on his face had never really gone away.

She folded her legs to the side, balancing her body on her left hand, and successfully leaned closer to see his palm. Deidara’s breath caught in his throat; she was already so close to begin with. She moved her right hand towards his own, her fingertips gently brushing against the closed mouth as though she were afraid it would snap at her.

The vibrations from her fingers had lit a fuse inside of him. He felt a shiver race down his spine, and his eyes would not move away from hers, although she was not looking back at him. In his excitement, his hand twitched, and she quickly pulled her fingers away.

“I’m sorry,” she said frantically, “did it hurt?”

“No!” he cried, unable to think straight. The only thought running through his mind, his body, his entire being, was to have her touch him again. His hand shot out and tenderly grasped hers, and she jumped at his sudden movement.

But she didn’t pull away. Right at that moment, it was all Deidara cared about.

“Deidara-kun!” she whispered. Her eyes had widened in shock, but he noticed she did not appear too surprised either.

He enclosed her hand in his, and without breaking their eye contact, he moved them to his face. His blue eyes grew foggy at the feel of her skin on his, her warmth spreading all throughout his body. He barely noticed how much closer he had gotten to her, their faces only inches apart.

“Deidara-kun,” she muttered again, “I don’t think I understand.”

“You have to understand, yeah,” he spoke just as softly, his voice affectionate and gentle. “After all this time, you have to know how I feel.”

I love you. I love you.

“Yes,” she nodded, her eyes glowing in the darkness. “Yes, I know. Maybe I always have.”

I love you, Sakura. He couldn’t say it out loud, but he didn’t think he needed to. She understood.

“Sakura-chan.” He moved forward suddenly, wanting more than anything to kiss her, just once. Surprised by his movement, she automatically moved back.

“Please, Sakura-chan,” he pleaded quietly. She was so close to him. His body reacted to her, burning with desire for the tiniest intimacy between them. Nothing mattered to him but her and how she was making him feel. All he could see was her green eyes boring a hole into his own, her pink hair lying like silk on the graceful arch of her shoulders, how her pale cheeks began to color at the warmth shared between them.

“Deidara-kun,” she whispered a third time, at loss for words.

He leaned into her hand, still trapped beneath his own. “These hands of mine…they like art, yeah. They have been deprived from it for so long, and soon they won’t be able to experience it ever again. Please. Please, Sakura-chan. Let my hands feel a true masterpiece…just one last time.”

She couldn’t say a word. He took her silence as submission, and he shyly, painfully brought his face closer to hers. This time, she did not move away.

He had dreamt of this moment for months now, ever since he realized how he felt about her, but no ounce of imagination from this artist had prepared him for the real thing. She tasted so sweet, a flavor that was all her own. Combined with the feel of her body in his arms, her lips moving so perfectly against his own, he could not even comprehend the thought of letting her go.

Their kisses were slow and tender, flooded with desire and inevitability. Deidara tangled his free hand into her rosette hair, bringing her as close as he could, although it wasn’t close enough. He slanted his head to deepen their closed, dry kisses, his ears only just picking up on small moans — whose they were, he never knew. Not once did he linger on her reasons for kissing him back. Was she doing it because she felt sorry for him? Or was it possible, was it possible that she felt that way for him too? Either way, it didn’t matter to him. He lived for the moment.

Almost as much as he lived for the bang.

His mind was foggy, his heart racing too fast for him to keep up. So absorbed in his passionate embrace with the girl he loved, the shinobi dropped his guard. The softness of her mouth, her small chest brushing against his lean one, it was all too much for him. The fresh scent that was simply Sakura had clogged his senses. He never saw it coming.

Amongst the shower of sweet kisses from his lovely kunoichi, he felt a sudden sting of pain in his side. He tried to ignore it, but soon he was almost too numb to move. Sakura pulled her face away from his, but he soon lost all the feeling in his body and could not follow her.

“I’m so sorry, Deidara-kun,” she whispered, her eyes wet. “Time’s up.”

He felt another jerk in his side, but he was unable to glance down to see. He could only look at her. He wanted to speak, to ask her what was happening to him, but as she held up the syringe that had injected the poison into his bloodstream, he knew.

He wanted to laugh, but he was too weak to do so.

The effect will be immediate. You won’t last two minutes.

Everything was a blur. Everything but her.

What, what was art?

The answer was so painfully obvious.

It was salvation.

It was her.

Deidara grinned for the last time. His lips were numb and tingling, but whether it was from the poison or her kisses, he did not know. He did not shut his eyes again, even for a momentary blink, as Sasori’s poison overcame him.

It was a shame. He had always wanted to go out with a bang.

But seeing her face as he breathed his last…it was an acceptable alternative.

“Art is a lie which makes us realize the truth.”

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A/N: As for Sakura's POV...that's up to your imagination. c;

FIC: Grandeur [DeidaraSakura] 01/01

Sun, 25 Nov 2007 02:12:14 GMT

Title: Grandeur
Author: Cella [stereotype_vamp]
Fandom:Naruto
Ship: Deidara/Sakura
Rating: Mature (like totally)
Summary: When she started to heal the burned body in the forest, she’d thought he was Sasuke. Her mistake spun her world upside down. SAKURA. DEIDARA. When the world you know is not enough, where do you do to?
Spoilers: Starts being AU after the Sasukevs.Deidara battle in that he lives, and shit like that.
A/N: OR, How To Write An Epic Fic In A Oneshot. (22 pages of Word. Whoa.) korinacaffeine is at fault for the initial idea, and the times she pulled me out of a tight spot with this fic. alory_shannon also gets a dedication, because she’d the best fucking Deidara I’ve had the pleasure of rping with, so there. I have so many things I’d like to say about this fic. But I won’t. I’ll let the fic speak for itself. Read on. (Please mind the rating, though. Seriously.)

( To be completely honest, Sakura had always found explosions to be something beautiful to watch from a safe distance. )

FIC: Hazardous Missions 101 [Sakura genfic series] ch. 9

Wed, 14 Nov 2007 17:11:16 GMT

Title: Hazardous Missions 101 [chapter nine]
Author: Cella [stereotype_vamp]
Fandom:Naruto
Ship: Genfic
Rating: Teen+
Summary: “I’m going to hell.” “Now, Sakura, becoming a teacher won’t get you in hell.” SAKURA. CHILDREN. On teaching, slices of life, children, learning, bitch-fights, useless missions, more children, clones, campfires, girl troubles, even more children, and lots of ninjas.
Spoilers: None.
Dedications: To Rose, Jen and Sorah. They all know who they are, and why they’re so utterly important to me. Thanks for the boost. If this doesn’t work, IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT.
A/N: College has started, but I’m back with a new chapter at last! I haven’t lost my inspiration for this fic, which is a good things. To the five or six people still reading this, thanks. I’m hoping the updates will be more frequent from now on. If not, feel free to kick my ass in reviews. Please mind the notes at the end of the chapter.

( "They're my childred, of course." )

Naruto: Gaara [L'Historie D'Une Fee, part 4]

Sun, 04 Nov 2007 15:31:05 GMT

Title: L'historie D'une Fee, part 4
Author: namistai8
Character/Pairing/Group: Gaara, GaaraxHinata, mentions of one sided HinataxKiba and NarutoxHinata
Rating: PG
Disclaimer/Notes/Whatever: Spoilers for the Rescue Gaara arc in the manga. Continuation to L'historie D'une Fee, part 3. Hinata finds out about the marriage offer

The link below sends you to my journal!

L'Historie D'Une Fee, part 4

The crack is good. Read and review. Show some love for Gaara, he doesn't get enough and you know it.

Crossposted to narufanfic, midnite_rose, naruto_het, __anbufiction

FIC: The Good Listener [KimiSaku] 02/05

Sun, 28 Oct 2007 15:16:47 GMT

Title: The Good Listener [chapter 2]
Author: Cella [stereotype_vamp]
Fandom:Naruto
Ship: Sakura/Kimimaro
Rating: Teen
Summary: ”My kingdom for a breakaway.” Unfortnately, Sakura’s kingdom isn’t that big, and the breakaway isn’t that eager to help. SAKURA. KIMIMARO. On bookstores, low budgets, secret jobs, chance encounters, and an old lady with really long hair. Who is actually a young man.
Spoilers: AU. Heavy on the AU.
A/N: Very late with the update thingy. Unfortunately, my muse abandoned me for a little while, but seeing as this is a short mini-series, I intend on finishing it! Seriously! Also, expect more cameos from other people, even if they’ll be short, and barely noticeable. This is a story about Kimimaro and Sakura, after all.

( "Am I the only one here who hates Valentine's Day with a passion?" )

FIC: Tourniquet [Sakura/Deidara] 01/01

Sun, 21 Oct 2007 02:44:46 GMT

Title: Tourniquet
Author: Cella [stereotype_vamp]
Fandom:Naruto
Ship: Sakura/Deidara (seriously cockblocked by the rest of the Akatsuki)
Rating: Teen+
Summary: ”SEMPAI, DON’T CHEAT!!”. SAKURA. DEIDARA. And twisting.
Spoilers: Spoilers to everything up to 374, though they’re all very very vague.
A/N: greenlemonapple, is the culprit of this. She placed crack ideas into my head about my obsession with Sakura, Akatsuki members and mind games—instantly, we’d started to figure out what game she’d play with each member. So expect this to be a collection of one-shots, either tied together (I rather like them being tied together and forming a multi-chapter), or independent. And expect crack. Bickering. A lot of people who were dead suddenly turning up to be alive. Discrepancy in timeline an plot. In fact, just call it a freaking AU if it comes to timeline, and spare yourselves the headache. Meant to be taken as fun-time-crack-joy. This part was supposed to have been only Deidara, but everyone else wanted in.

( Obviously, Konan was the evilest of them all. )

FIC: Thrill [SakuZetsu] 01/01

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 17:08:05 GMT

Title: Thrill
Author: Cella [stereotype_vamp]
Fandom:Naruto
Ship: Sakura/Zetsu (OMG, WHY?)
Rating: Teen+
Summary: ”Did you just try to bite my leg?!”. SAKURA. ZETSU. And fighting.
Spoilers: Spoilers to everything up to 374, though they’re all very very vague.
A/N: korinacaffeine, herein lays your bribery. I never thought I could pull this sort of thing out, so I’ll let you all know it is complete and utter crack. Even if it’s eloquent and whatnot. Not to be taken seriously. Enjoy.

( "It was only half into the battle when Sakura realised that when her enemy had said 'Your leg looks scrumptious', he hadn’t meant it in a leering way." )

FIC: Sainen [YamaSakuPein] 01/01

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 13:54:18 GMT

Title: Sainen
Author: Cella [stereotype_vamp]
Fandom:Naruto
Ship: Sakura/Pein/Yamato (only vague hints)
Rating: Mature
Summary: The world as she remembered was not like this. Trapped in a decayed village, Sakura remembers the Konoha from before, and struggles to survive. On the road with her is one former lab-experiment, and one former mass-murderer. SAKURA. PEIN. YAMATO. This is not a love story.
Spoilers: Spoilers to everything up to 371.
A/N: korinacaffeine requested this crack threesome after she’d written an awesome, gorgeous SaiSaku for me. I honestly didn’t think I could write this. Surprisingly, it had started off as crack, but developed into a complex story about struggle, oppression, politics, war and hope. The characters might make it a bit cracked up (I mean, come one, PeinSakuYama??), but I hope I’ve dealt with it sufficiently well for it to be taken seriously. ~~If not, I’m throwing pillows at you all.~~

( "Are you trying to use the idea of fluffy pillows to recruit me? Because that's bad strategy." )

FIC: Sand Walls [GaaSaku] 1/1

Fri, 21 Sep 2007 10:53:01 GMT

Title: Sand Walls
Author: Cella [stereotype_vamp]
Fandom:Naruto
Ship: Sakura/Gaara
Rating: Teen+
Summary: He spent half his life building walls around himself. But walls made of sand are easily destroyed by the first person with a strong enough punch. SAKURA. GAARA. On friendship, the beginning of something, and ice-cream.
Spoilers: Gaara-arc
A/N: This is my first GaaSaku, and I do it because my darling, darling our_innocence likes it. Hopefully it’ll make her write more, and then you’ll all thank me. :D Thread gently. Unbeta-ed.

( "Are you asking me out? Or are you ordering me?" )

Persistance

Mon, 04 Jun 2007 15:53:13 GMT

Title: Persistence

Author: mighty_tallest

Character/Pairing: Sakura/Sasuke (sort of, not really), bits of Sakura/Naruto, Sakura/Lee, and Hinata/Naruto.

Genre: Drama, angsty

Rating: PG (to be safe)

Disclaimer:I don’t own Naruto. If I did, Sakura would wake up to the truth that Sasuke is a jerk and that her stupidity causes just as much pain as Sasuke’s cold, emotionless jerk-face.

She was crying again. He could hear her through the paper thin walls sobbing her eyes out like every other night of their miserable lives. And he didn’t care.

He never had cared.

She remembered the day she first met him in those tears. She had been hiding from bullies, crying even then, when she saw him. He was sitting silently, brooding and beautiful. He was an angel of serenity and she loved him. As she grew older she found that others saw his beauty and loved him but never as she did. Her love was pure and true while they were only pretenders. She would prevail.

She made an enemy of her closest friend for him. They had stood in the way and had had to be eliminated. Now they fight and squabble over the silent angel who sits uncaring over who will win. She never noticed the other boys she could have loved, the other friends she could have made, or the horror that would be if she continues to pursue that angel. She doesn’t see that as she wallows in his presence, mourning his rejection, that she is no longer herself. She has become hard, brutal, a beautiful, brooding angel of ice and fire and pain. She is cruel.

Sweet boys love her and are shot down swiftly. What if he saw her with them? What if he thought her love had wavered? She would not tolerate it. But there is one boy that persists. She hates his love. She hates his joy. She hates his face, his eyes, his strength. He could never her angel. But the boy persists.

Time passes, he still persists. Then a new boy calls for her love. She is distressed. Can’t they see that her heart burns for only one, forever and ever? No one can be her angel. But this new boy persists. He is strange, loyal, cheerful, sweet. Just as the first boy he is not like her angel. They are opposites. She insults, attacks, and flees all her old tricks. They didn’t work on the first boy so why should they work on this new nuisance? He is too strong, he persists.

Years pass and her angel has gone through many changes. She ahs cried for him so many times now and he didn’t care then either. She has gained strength, prestige, to be worthy of him. She has fought, killed, yet still cries for herself and her angel. Her love is still pure. The first boy has left her. He was tired of her anger, her coldness, her angel. He has found a real love who is far from blinded, unlike her. She misses him and his persistence. She cries for him too. The second boy, the strong, cheerful boy who was so strange, still loves her but she can see his pain. In his large eyes she sees the hurt of her rejection and cruelty, and yet he is still there for her to spurn. His love wavers but never fails. She is aging, gaining wisdom.

But that wisdom was not enough.

The first boy is married now, his cheerful love warming a new heart. Her angel, not to be out done by his rival, asks her to marry him. And like the love-struck fool of grade-school bullies, she accepts without a thought. They marry quickly. There was no beautiful dress, no flowers, no white chapel or reception. She cries but he is beautiful enough that she doesn’t need it. The crying is only a reflex, only sympathy for the strong sweet boy who cries for her. Her angel would never cry… but somehow she can’t seem to praise him for it.

Now, here she is again. Just like every other day of their married life. She cries. She cries and he doesn’t care. Soon, he will leave again, as he always does whether she is crying or not. He leaves to fight and kill and returns months later, no explanation or smile for his wife. He waits for dinner, sneers, and leave again. It is a formality. Without her there is no clan, and he cannot abide that. In between his homecoming and dinner he expects her to aide in the re-population of his clan. Of course, she complies but as much as she tries she can’t enjoy it.

All she can think about are those two boys, now men, which had loved her. The first, in her memories, is smiling and bright. He is funny and sweet despite her ice and anger. His final goodbyes, which she had pretended to ignore, faded into the wind. How could she have been so terrible? The second would love her still if his heart was still beating. He is gone from her now, past all hope of returning. He had always been brave, reckless, and yet not quite strong enough to come back to her to continue loving. Why didn’t she tell him? He could have saved her. She has no one to run to.

There is no love in her anymore; not for her angel, not for herself, not for the life that she ruined with her stupidity and blindness.

Now she cries, as she has always done for all her life yet only now does she truly have a reason. She can’t leave; she can’t die, so she must persist.

Sun, 13 May 2007 17:22:46 GMT

*Click it you know you want to*

On the userpage you will find the Communities plot and all that pretty stuff, so go have a looksie. We have TONS of characters still open so if you wanna join just send in an app! Were slowly turning the comms icon feature into pb so if your accepted be ready to do some searching~ All icons are allowed in personal journals of course.

Anyways~

PLOT

The Rookie nine have left middle school and are wandering in the lovely halls of highschool. The first day of school is less than a week away and they all find themselves feeling different about it.

The school? Konoha High. Everyone's a bit quirky here--the teachers are either crazy or strange, and the principal, Tsunade-sama, is a tough and ruling woman.

Thus is the life of the Naruto characters as they enter highschool (sorry, but no ninja skillz are to be found unless you highjack it to old-age ninja training with Gai-sensei) where all the teenage drama, angst, love triangles, squares, pentagons, hexigons--hell, even decagons!--exist. Learning is not the major issue for many of the students, as they all face their different paths and for some, their broken pasts.

And of course, we've got the kinniving Orichimaru and the Senior badasses, Itachi and gang. So watch out for them!

The RP is labeled ROMANCE/Fiction/HUMOR/Angst/DRAMA. The basic teenage angst and overall lifes. You never know what will happen or what you'll run into. Be ready for the unexpected.

Naruto: Gaara [L'Historie D'une Fee, part 3]

Fri, 06 Apr 2007 13:11:38 GMT

Title: L'historie D'une Fee, part 3
Author: namistai8
Character/Pairing/Group: Gaara, slight GaaraxHinata, mentions of ShikamaruxTemari
Rating: PG
Disclaimer/Notes/Whatever: Spoilers for the Rescue Gaara arc in the manga. Continuation to L'historie D'une Fee, part 2. Gaara goes back to Konoha.

The link below sends you to my journal

L'Historie D'une Fee, part 3

The crack is good. Read and review. Show some love for Gaara, he doesn't get enough and you know it.

Crossposted to narufanfic, midnite_rose, naruto_het, __anbufiction

Naruto: Gaara/Hinata [Watch Me Watch You: 50 sentences]

Tue, 13 Mar 2007 15:51:08 GMT

Title: Watch Me Watch You
Author: namistai8
Character/Pairing/Group: Gaara/Hinata, one-sided Hinata/Naruto, the majority is written from a Gaara perspective
Rating: PG for hints at sexual situations.
Disclaimer/Notes/Whatever: Spoilers for after the Chuunin exam, the time skip. Inspiration taken from 1fandom, set #1. Slightly crackish, and possibly OOC (or not, depends on your point of view). Prompts are out of order.

The link below sends you to my journal!

Watch Me Watch You

Comments and criticisms welcome!

Crossposted to narufanfic, midnite_rose, and __anbufiction

peOplepeOplepeOple!!!!!

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 09:13:06 GMT

please check my journal... =D it's my last update....so, please leave comments...I'll miss you guys!!!

tc!! luvlots!!

~yuki~
a.k.a
~miyu~

Umm...In need of some reviews...

Wed, 24 Jan 2007 16:30:01 GMT

Well, I'm skip the simple introduction for now. I'm really only here because I think you all can give me some feedback...

I posted a couple of Naruto fanfics on Fanfiction.net, and everyone says they're really good, except for one but I agree with them, but everyone who has reviewed is in the same group that always reviews my stories. See the problem I have?

If some of you could, would you mind giving me some feedback on the Naruto fanfic with I'm working on? I'd like some reviews for writers whom are clearing better than me. Here's the link: Story.

Now let me sum it up here to get some attention.

Title: Naruto Files: Murder on the Uzashii Estate

Pairing(s): Kin/Sasuke/Hinata, Naruto/Temari/Kiba, Ino/Shikamaru (So original right?), Kin/Zaku (Just to name a few)

Rating: In Fanfiction.net's rating: M

Genre: Horror/Mystery/Romance

Warnings (including spoilers): Warnings...warnings...Umm, character deaths? Sex, violence, gore, and language?

Synopsis: Well, to sum this random, spur-of-the-moment plot down: Sasuke and his friends are placed in an abandoned mansion to solve a murder-case which the Jounin have setup. They have two days to solve it, or else they'll be demoted to Genin. There are no camera or microphones in the house, so the Chuunin (Teens..around 18-19 years old) decide to have a little fun. They soon learn though, they're not the only one on the grounds.

So yeah...Visit the link and review? Maybe take a peek at my other stories? Ciao.

Fri, 29 Sep 2006 20:20:42 GMT

First, let me say that I apologize if this post is considered inappropriate for this community... I didn't see any rules forbiding outside promotions, however if the moderator wishes it I will be sure to delete this post upon request or set up an affiliation if you would be interested!

If you are interested in reading, critiquing and/or sharing works of fanfiction or fanart, please take a moment to check out [info]_fanfics_.

The main goal of The Fanfiction Archives is to provide yet another venue for writers and artists on livejournal to share their works... and to provide a community where members can find many willing readers to review and enjoy their works! More than that, [info]_fanfics_ is host to a large and ever growing collection of some of the best fics & artwork on livejournal!

The community is very active, and there is always a challenge or contest open for all members to participate in. So if any of this interests you in the least bit, please stop on by - we would love to see you there!

Just a little promoting.

Fri, 01 Sep 2006 02:50:37 GMT

Open applications for the naughty_ninjas community will be closing in a few weeks so this is your last chance to join through application before the judge's panel decides to adopt the process of making membership Invitation only (meaning you have to be nominated by a current member first). For those of you who are unfamiliar with the community, naughty_ninjas is mainly a R to NC-17 slash one-shot community, though yura_slash has stated that it is okay to post longer fics and multi-chaptered fics as long as they are only 3 chapters long and each story (or chapter) is 10,000 words or less. We'd love to have you as a member so come on down and join. Rules for joining can be found on the user profile page.

Plausibility?

Tue, 11 Jul 2006 03:47:19 GMT

Okay, this is an idea that's been bouncing around my head for a while (and sorry, I'm probably spamming everyone's friend list)...

What if TenTen isn't (I have no idea if this is fanon or canon, BTW) Yong? What if she, Iruka, and possibly Shikamaru are actually the descendants of those who originally inhabited the land where Konoha sits?

What if under Konoha, unknown to any who aren't aborigines, there are extensive catacombs holding traps, treasures, the dead of thousands of years? What if it was from them that the whole Clan thing got started? What if it was from them that the Clan tattoos got started? What if the leaf symbol is based on the original inhabitant's form of written language, pictionary (or perhaps logographic- think Egyptian heiroglyphs) in nature? What if the entire nature of jutsu was based off of the aborigine's native arts? What if the aborigines were all but forgotten, so forgotten that they are no more than a distant dream? What if the dogs of the Inuzuka clan are the descendants of the original aborigine's dogs, who were so fierce and large and loyal that even Akamaru would be nothing next to them?

What if, to protect the village, the descendants could call on their ancestors? What if they could bring the dead to 'life'- zombies, maybe- to protect them and theirs? What if the huge, fierce dogs were merely sleeping, deep in the catacombs, for when their masters would need them once more? What if that jutsu that can reanimate the dead is based off of the aborigine's jutsu, except that the aborigines don't need complicated had symbols or anything- just to be of the blood and have great need. A child who had fallen and skinned their knee wouldn't be able to summon the dead or dogs, for example.

What if the descendants finally grew tired of being ignored and decided to display what they were? What if, instead of TenTen of no last name, she were TenTen of Brightmetal or Longknife, or whatever? What if the descendants chose to tattoo themselves with what were once their clan symbols?

What if some of the other ninja accidentally broke into the catacombs, perhaps while training? How would they react? Would the guardian dogs wake and brutally attack any non-aboriginal nin who dared to try and enter?

This is all a very weird sort of fic-baby I'm thinking of writing... all hypothetical, though. Can anyone tell me if it sounds interesting, or enlighten me on some things?

Naruto Crack: Gaara [L'Historie D'une Fee, part 2]

Wed, 28 Jun 2006 22:17:07 GMT

Again, inspiration taken from the crack!GaaraxHinata. Oh, it's so wrong and yet, I can't leave it alone...

Title: L'historie D'une Fee, part 2
Author: namistai8
Character/Pairing/Group: Gaara, slight GaaraxHinata, mentions of ShikamaruxTemari, SakuraxLee, NarutoxSakura, NejixTenten
Rating: PG for language
Disclaimer/Notes/Whatever: Spoilers for the Rescue Gaara arc in the manga. Continuation to L'historie D'une Fee, part 1. Gaara attends an engagement party and talks to Hinata.

The link below sends you to my journal.

L' historie D'une Fee, part 2

Ah, crack is good. So are comments. Leave me some love. Or hate. This is my first time writing something that isn't really a popular pairing.

Crossposted to narufanfic, midnite_rose, naruto_het, __anbufiction

First timer with fiction

Sun, 18 Jun 2006 18:45:02 GMT

Title: Fantastical Memory
Author: blacknymph
Pairing: SasorixIno
Rating: light R for small blood squick
Summary: Ino never understood that the hunchbacked man was the same redhead she'd dreamt about meeting again since she was young...

When she first met him, she had been six. It was the day after Ino had met Sakura, and as she ran towards where she promised she would meet her, pack full of assorted hair products for the girl, her eye caught the red-haired man leaning up against a tree along the outskirts of town.

Now, Ino was a curious girl to begin with, and friendly to boot, so when she saw this man, his face twisting and contorting, and his breath coming out in delayed and ragged gasps, she couldn't help but go to him, just as she would if he were a whimpering puppy, or a young bird out of its nest.

Of course, Ino wasn't stupid, and could tell just by looking at the man that he was a ninja, and a foreign one, so she didn't even need the small voice in her head screaming at her, "Don't get too close!" She frowned when his head flopped down onto his chest, and crouched a meter or so from him, leaning forward a bit to get a better look at this face.

He was very handsome, she decided, with messy red hair and smooth, pronounced features. His clothing was very plain; simple, high-collared shirt, plain black pants bound at the ankle, and sandals. Upon closer inspection, Ino saw that his left hand was tightly clamped onto his right arm, just above the elbow, and she saw a steady red drip on the grass below.

Finally, when his head raised and rested on the trunk of the tree, she spoke up. "Hey mister, you don't look so great."

Slowly, very slowly, his eyelids raised, and amber-colored eyes focused, albeit hazily, onto the small girl. His lips twisted, a vague smile, as he stared at her for a moment, taking in his surroundings, struggling to remember what he was doing there. The grip on his arm tightened, and he winced. "No," he finally responded. "I suppose I don't."

She flashed him a dazzling smile, tentatively returned, before jabbing herself in the chest with her thumb. "My name's Ino. Yamanaka Ino. What's yours?"

He regarded her quietly before closing his eyes again. "Sasori." His name came out in just above a whisper, and his eyebrows furrowed, expression once more contorting as his grip tightened again, knuckles close to white. What was left of the arm had, for the most part, gone numb, but every so often, the small grains of iron lodged into the stump would say their peace.

"Hey mister, you're not hurt too bad, are you?" Ino crawled forward slightly, peeking at the small portion of his arm that was showing. She reached a hand out to move a small piece of beige sleeve in the way, immediately jerking her arm back at his hiss, realizing in horror that the jagged piece of fabric was skin. She jumped to her feet, calling behind her as she ran, "I'm gonna get you some help!"

By the time she had returned, with three medics and her parents at her side, there was no sign of anyone having been there, except for Ino's backpack, small red stains dotting the straps.

~-~-

The next time Sasori saw the blonde girl was six years later, when he had finally perfected Hiruko, and had gotten used to--if not mastered--one-armed puppetry. He had been in Akatsuki for several years by this point, having been one of few that actually killed his predecessor. That man had been the one-hundred milestone, and Sasori was ecstatic over the accomplishment. So ecstatic, even, that he dared to leave Kawa no Kuni.

He had heard that Konoha was holding the Chuunin exam at this time, and knew well enough that the town would be excited for the final test, and wouldn't bother to check when weary travellers came to their gates.

It was his original plan to visit Konoha anyway; he'd heard a rumor that tomoshirisou was in abundance here, thanks to the strong Suna-Konoha alliance, and Sasori had longed to continue experimenting with poisons for his marionettes.

The bell above the doorway jingled merrily when he entered the flower shop, and Sasori narrowed his eyes slightly at the thing.

"Welcome, sir!" called a cheery voice. The puppet-master couldn't help but let the corners of his lips lift at the sight of the blonde girl behind the counter, despite the strange look she was giving him. He had received the same looks from the village-folk he had passed on his way to the shop, and it was unsurprising--he was in Hiruko, after all, and he must have looked closer to an hunched old man than himself.

He stepped forward, Hiruko's tail swinging absently. "Hello. Are you in charge of this shop?"

Not taking her eyes from the strange, waving appendage, Ino nodded, trying to give off her best smile. "Yes, sir. What can I get you?"

"I'd like as much tomoshirisou as this shop carries."

Ino snapped her eyes to his sharply. "Well..." She paused when the strange looking man tilted his head. It was in her nature to make sure customers spend as much money in the shop as she could get them to, but buying all the tomoshirisou they had? That was just insane. "Unfortunately, sir, we don't have very much, and even then, it would be very expensive."

Sasori couldn't help but laugh at this. He nodded. "And I'll take all you have."

The blonde hesitated before turning on her heel, grabbing a paper bag from a cabinet and slipping into the greenhouse. It didn't take long for her to place the three, small, potted plants into the bag. She only felt a small bit sorry for the man, but only because the small white flower was so rare. "I'll give him a small discount," she said to herself, instantly deciding it would make her a good person.

Sasori grinned slightly when the price came up. He knew better than that, but payed at discount anyway. Just as he turned, sheltering the rolled-up bag in the black-and-red cloak, he spotted a small jar next to the register, the sign next to it declaring, 'Please donate to our shop!' in flowery text.

Ino had put her chin on her hand when the purchase had been made, and by the time the customer had turned to leave, she had retrieved her magazine from under the counter. At the small jingling of coins, she looked up, eyes widening in surprise when the door front door opened, the bell above it ringing happily.

Sasori turned back from the doorway, regarding Ino once more, before giving a small smile underneath the Hiruko mask. "Thank you, and goodbye Ino."

~-~-

Ino never understood that the hunchbacked man was the same redhead she'd dreamt about meeting again since she was young, and she kept thinking that he would remain just a wonderful memory. It had been a full nine years before she recognized him again, and when she saw him, leaning against that same tree, she felt her heart falter and her breath hitch.

She took a step forward, reaching an arm out. "Sa-sasori-san..."

His head turned slowly to the voice, his lips almost instantly twisting into a strange looking smile. Ino found herself recoiling from it slightly, but inched forward to sit next to him when he patted the ground beside him in invitation. Sasori turned to face her, that same dreamlike smile on his face, eyes half-lidded, as though he were half-awake. "It's good to see you again, Ino." It was half mumbled--more slurred than spoken, Ino thought.

She shifted, becoming more and more uncomfortable. Was this truly the same man? There was something strange, something wrong about him. Perhaps it was the way his eyes were glazed over, and never truly focussed, or maybe it was that his sentences were less pronounced even than when he seemed to be dying, or even that he looked exactly the same as he had almost ten years ago. Or maybe... Sasori turned away from her. "How...um, how have you been, Sasori-san?" A small breeze fluttered through the leaves above them, and Ino shivered slightly, scooting somewaht closer to the redhead.

Or maybe it was that he gave off no body heat.

"Have been well..." His response was as cryptic as everything else he gave off. He didn't look at her, eyes reflecting the moon in an unatural way. "And yourself?"

Ino squirmed again, still uncomfortable. Was this really the man she had met, possibly fallen in love with so long ago? If it wasn't, how would she be able to tell? If he could cut off his body heat from being felt, it was very likely he could cut off his chakra from being sensed. No, not sensing any chakra from him. Is it really him? How would I know? But...I love him, right? I should be able to tell right off the bat... "Well...I passed the Chuunin exam not long ago..." Why did I tell him that? That could've signed my death warrant right there...

"Oh really? That's great."

Ino was at a loss. She was unsure, and that was not her, and she was especially unsure of how to be sure. She truly wanted it to be him--really--but she simply couldn't think of way to tell--

"I remember when I became--" Sasori's sentence was cut off quickly, the blonde girl throwing herself on him, forcing their lips to connect. His eyes widened only slightly, not returning the advances that had been so suddenly given. He couldn't even bring himself to push her off, not even when the skin of his face--still intact, through years of chemical treatment--was dotted with tears.

Ino pulled herself back roughly, tears streaming down her face. "What's the matter with you?!" She demanded, slamming the side of a fist against the ground. "I give you heaven in a kiss, and I get nothing?! What's wrong with you?!"

Calm, if surprised, gold eyes blinked once, and that was all the motivation Ino needed to fall forward onto him, beating into his chest. He blinked again, sighed, grasping her shoulders and prying her up, snatching her chin to force her to face him.

"You don't love me, Ino."

The girl squeezed her eyes shut tightly. "What if I do? Huh? What would you be able to do about that?"

He shook her lightly, repeating himself. "You don't love me, Ino." The fingers of his left hand dug into her skin.

She flinched only slightly, leaning forward again. Their lips made contact for only a moment before Ino gasped, wincing, and withdrew, hands going to her abdomen.

Sasori barely felt their hands make contact as he withdrew what had once been a flesh hand from Ino's stomach. He could already see the flesh turning green from where he sat.

Ino couldn't bring herself to speak, mouth opening and closing, as a fish out of water. Her breathing started to hitch, and her eyes were becoming unfocussed as they caught the glossy eyes of the expressionless face in front of her, above her as she fell backwards.

With a sigh, Sasori placed his flesh-covered wooden hand over the crimson dripping blade, placed the hand on his knee, and stood, walked over to the prostate girl on the ground. He simply watched her from there for a few moments, then reaching down to take her into his arms.

~-~-

Ino never saw that man again, and she wasn't sure if she'd ever want to, even when she awoke, bedridden in Konoha General. The nurses only told her that she had been found on a windowsill, the bottom of her shrit torn off to reveal the gangreous skin, and that a small, white flower was found on her stomach, fluttering in the breeze.

~-~-

Sasori saw the girl again only twice after that, but in disguise of Hiruko, and with Deidara accompanying him. The blonde would always snigger at him when the two passed the Yamanaka flower shop, and could not be silenced with a glare.

"Heehee...you never say that it wasn't a good thing, danna. It seems you only enjoy her, then...un." He constantly teased.

Walking ahead, Hiruko's tail shot out, slashing at the small opening on Deidara's hand. "Shut up, Deidara."

Cross-posted to: __anbufiction, akatsuki_club, chuunin, crack_pairings, and sasori_pimpin

TenSasuTema one-shot

Fri, 16 Jun 2006 18:20:41 GMT

Title: Mischief
Pairing: TenSasuTema
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor/Romance
Warnings (including spoilers): There's a bi-curious girl in this. Nothing more. XD
Synopsis: Temari and Tenten pay Sasuke a little visit.

( Mischief )

New Community!

Thu, 08 Jun 2006 21:15:38 GMT

Hi! yurathewicked here, and i'd like to tell you about a new community that i've started up with the help of 4 other lovely ladies. the community is naughty_ninjas, and will be an invitation only archive for naruto SLASH smut (yaoi, yuri, threesomes, etc.) all rated R and NC-17.

if you know about pornish_pixies (the harry potter slash archive) this has been constructed in the same way. membership is not open to all, but only to the more talented authors and artists, who take the time to edit their work carefully, draw with a steady and sure hand, and keep naruto's characters as in-character as they can be. the community will be open to all who would like to read, view, and comment on the lovely work, but only open for posting to members.

now, because this is an invitation only archive (meaning that the members can nominate authors and artists for membership), we need some talented members to start things up! we are taking submissions for membership starting TODAY, in the hopes of building a base of great artists and authors who can contribute to the archive and then recommend others for membership. please, APPLY WHILE YOU CAN!

for all questions or concerns, please refer to the first post on the community and read the userinfo carefully. you will find detailed instructions every step of the way ^_^