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Conversation Before DamnationKisame’s mornings were usually quite pleasant. With such a silent partner, there wasn’t any chatting. In fact, he often had to look around to find the Uchiha. Even when his name was called, Itachi would never answer. He sat, brooding or thinking or staring into space, usually on a rock on chair or leaned against a tree, his black hair dancing around his cold, blood red eyes.Conversation Before Damnation
Kisame would shuffle around awkwardly in the morning, pulling on his Akatsuki coat or stretching and cracking his bones to try and throw off some of the soreness from sleeping on the ground. He would yawn and take his precious little time, sometimes
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After the Mission KakaIruAfter the MissionAfter the Mission KakaIru
Iruka sighed, sitting back on his knees in his room, white pants striking in the moonlight against his brown skin. His brunette hair was yanked tightly in its usual ponytail. He was topless, having just come from a relaxing shower and warm, ready to go to bed as a normal routine dictated. What his normal routine did not anticipate was the exhausted ninja that had happened to come from his bedroom window. Kakashi was warmed to the bone after his own shower. He was dressed much the same, in sweat pants that had come from his friend’s drawer and topless. His hands were at on either side of Iruka’s thighs,
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Something NewSomething NewSomething New
The sun poked through the clouds for the first time in weeks. Iruka watched the children, his students, walk outside and take it all in like they had been deprived for most of their lives. It was slightly hurtful. He wasn’t that bad of a teacher, was he?
It smelled like spring. The sticky air clung to his skin and breath and hair and clothes leaving behind its earthy, wet scent. It was not unpleasant. He rather liked spring. It was a time of new beginnings.
Iruka was hesitant to leave his classroom that day given that he had quite a few papers to grade. It was unprofessional to
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"The cat is nature's Beauty." - French Proverb
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"Ignorance truly is bliss. But diluted even just, it becomes agony." -me
Strange isn't it, that we all came to exist on this earth thousands of years ago and we still can't manage to accept one another for who we are.
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Forgive my broken English .
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I have no future...
It was never going to work out for me...
It even rained the day I was born.
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My Website : Pascale Marry
Forgive my broken English .
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"Ignorance truly is bliss. But diluted even just, it becomes agony." -me
Strange isn't it, that we all came to exist on this earth thousands of years ago and we still can't manage to accept one another for who we are.
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