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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
PLEASE see the note at the end of the fic.

Kakashi looked down at the kneeling, tense form of Umino Iruka and hated himself. By forcing him to kneel and bow his head, the men reinforced his place in their own minds. He was not free and they certainly were going to keep their feelings under control. Only they couldn’t tell him that. If Iruka knew the ones in control of him had feelings for him, well things would be even more complicated and difficult.
They were forcing the teacher to repeat what Gaara had done to him and what he had learned about the pair of Sand ninjas. It wasn’t that either got off on what they heard; personally the Copy Nin was seriously considering hunting Gaara down and seeing who was more powerful.   What they needed to know was why the redhead had come to their hideout and how he found them.
Unfortunately, Iruka had no idea how they’d been found; the why of it drove the older men to suppress growls of rage. Bits of killing rage escaped them from time to time as their captive told his tale and each time Iruka flinched as if struck. This made the men feel even worse.
Little did they know Iruka was exaggerating his reactions. The last thing he wanted to do was relive what that confused child had put him through. Though he did understand their need to know the why of it, he didn’t feel they had a right to make him tell everything. It wasn’t their problem; he was the one who had to deal with what he felt, the shame of how he’d reacted. So having them suffer even a bit was a small revenge.
“Ok, Iruka, you can leave. Thank you for your hard work.” Jiraiya dismissed him.
The young man all but fled the room, slamming the door behind him. The anger he was feeling threatened to make itself known and he’d rather wait, find a way to make the older men suffer for every second of that humiliating interrogation. Or maybe not.
They were sporting a number of bruises due to the children misunderstanding what they’d seen earlier; it would be over a week before they were back to full strength.   Until then they were going to spend every second of the day limping, wincing, and groaning if they moved a tiny bit wrong. And there was that concern Kakashi had shown him. He felt so confused.
“I am going to fucking kill that kid,” Kakashi’s growled statement made it through the door, drawing Iruka’s attention.
If that silver-haired pervert thought Iruka would allow him to harm Gaara, he was not nearly the genius his press made him out to be. The red head wasn’t to blame for what happened; he’d been so confused and then hurt when he learned what he was doing. How insecure and alone must the boy have been to be forced to spy on his own family in an attempt to understand intimacy? No matter how much Iruka had been hurt by Gaara’s actions, the teacher couldn’t bring himself to hate the Suna nin.
“And leave me alone here with Iruka?” Jiraiya actually sounded panicked at the idea. “Besides, do you really blame someone like Gaara? That damn council in Sand fucked the kid over but good.”
“Fine, I will hunt down Suna’s council and let my pack eat them.” He sounded terribly serious. If he went, Iruka was going as well. Those bastards should suffer a long time before he allowed them to die.
“He’s ok, Kakashi. “ Jiraiya soothed his former student. “He’s strong. Stronger than anyone I’ve seen in years.”
“It doesn’t matter!”
Killing intent blasted through the door, washing over Iruka and sending him staggering back. Kakashi was beyond angry. If that intent had hit one of the boys, they would have been knocked senseless. Why the hell was the Copy Nin so angry?
“He’s not trained to take that sort of thing, Jiraiya.” Kakashi was raging. “He shouldn’t ever be touched like that. I should have been here to protect him!”
Iruka struggled to grasp what he was hearing. Hatake Kakashi was putting out S level killing intent because Umino Iruka, school teacher and prisoner, had been hurt? Sure there had been moments when he thought the powerful nin felt some compassion for him. He’d been planning on using that emotion to get the curse lessened and gain his freedom.   But where was this…this…ferocity coming from?
“He’ll heal, Kakashi. Iruka is stronger than either of us really knows.”
“I know that. It’s just…he…I” Kakashi stopped and Iruka thought it sounded as if he were pacing. “I can’t seem to ever protect those I love, Jiraiya. I’m never there when they need me.”
Love? Did he say love? Iruka retreated silently back to his room. It couldn’t be love. There was no way the most powerful ninja in Konoha had fallen in love with him.   He closed his door and leaned against it, suddenly weak.
Shock was setting in, he thought detachedly.
Too much happened and now shock was acting as a cushion from the real world. That’s why he thought he heard “love.” It must have been something else.   He couldn’t imagine what, but the “L” word had not been said. People like Kakashi did not fall in love with simple school teachers.
But what if he had?
Collapsing face first on the bed, Iruka refused to consider it.   If Kakashi loved him, then why let him be sealed? If he loved him, why force him to kneel with head bowed? They were lording their superiority over him! You didn’t do that to someone you love.
The teacher could feel tears threatening and flatly refused to give in; he’d cried far too much for one day. He certainly was not going to be fooled by some silver-haired lothario and a pervert writer. A flash of memory brought back Kakashi’s face as he searched for wounds; the worry and guilt on his face had to mean something. Didn’t it?
With a sigh, Iruka pushed himself up and sat cross-legged on the bed. He was too emotionally raw to sleep and he needed to work his way through what happened. Sarutobi-sensei had taught him a technique to calm himself and think things through. It had been very valuable on more than one mission. Now he used it to center himself.
Pushing aside his shame, anger, and confusion, Iruka sank into his own mind; past out of control emotions, past the day’s events, finally reaching a calm place. Here he could think without distractions.
The first problem was Gaara. He felt shame for his reactions and was disappointed in himself for not fighting harder. But should he feel those things? Could he have fought off one of the most powerful ninjas in the world? No. To think he could have done anything more than what he did was wrong. His strength against the Sand nin’s was a losing proposition every time. Even Naruto had barely beaten the foreign fighter. It was arrogance to think he could have stopped Gaara.
Iruka felt a weight lift from him.
As for his reactions, what could he have done better? Should he be feeling so much shame over something he couldn’t help? It’s not an easy question for Iruka and it almost shattered his calm place.
There were few times in his life the young man allowed himself to form relationships. Usually he did what most ninja found themselves roped into by their own need to feel something positive: faceless dalliances. There were places in Konoha a nin could go and be paired up with someone in the dark. No names. No faces. Just a simple release of tension between two people who didn’t have any other way. He never felt any shame over those moments.
Thinking it over, Iruka realized he didn’t have as much control over his body as his pride told him. His body would respond no matter what he wanted. Yes, there were many high level nins who were able to shut down their nervous systems; Iruka wasn’t one of those. Did he really expect his body to ignore stimulus? He didn’t have the skills to shut off his nerve endings. So why feel shame over what Gaara made him feel?
He hadn’t wanted Gaara affections and the poor nin didn’t understand enough about relationships or people to grasp the meaning behind Iruka’s unhappiness. So, what should he be feeling? There was nothing he could have done to stop his body from reacting as it had; nothing he could have done to deny Gaara. Nothing he could have done. It wasn’t easy to accept. He was in charge of his life and someone had taken that from him, but it wasn’t his fault. The shame, the blame, lay elsewhere.
A terrible tension suddenly eased in the teacher.
Neither he nor Gaara were to blame for their actions. He could face the morning with a clear conscience and a lighter heart.   Before Iruka was able to abandon his calm state, thoughts of Kakashi washed over him. Attractive. Strong. Brave. Loyal. Protective.
Keeping him a prisoner under a seal and forcing him into an embarrassing position every night! A pervert! Lazy!
Anger threatened to sweep away his calm.
Another thought interrupted his internal rant. Kakashi cared deeply about the children. He’d become a missing nin, an outcast to be hunted til he died or was killed, in order to protect them. Whatever else he was, that alone redeemed him. The Copy nin was also right in his reasons for keeping Iruka captive. It was Iruka’s own stubborn pride that did not want to see any value in the man.   Even that wasn’t enough to blind the teacher to the obvious.
Calm and contemplative, Iruka could see why Kakashi and Jiraiya had done this to him. Embarrassment at being made to kneel had prevented him from seeing the truth. They had made him feel small and helpless. He hated that. Such feelings brought back memories of the night his parents died. All he’d been able to do was be carried away by an older nin; he was helpless to save his family. Not this time, though.
The men were not making any moves on his students or him. They were doing their best to train each boy to be strong and good. Given what Tsunade had done to Naruto and Sasuke, and what the village allowed to be done to the Hyuuga Branch family, the two rouges were more honorable than all of Konoha.   Both men had given up everything they knew and had on a chance to save a group of abused children. To protect them in a way Iruka never had been able.
That didn’t mean for second he bought into the love statement. A man like Kakashi simply didn’t notice people like school teachers. Although, there were no other people out here for him to notice.
But that didn’t mean anything, Iruka insisted.
And the looks? The concern and horror in his eyes when he thought Iruka had been violated? The snarled declaration only an hour ago?
Ok, they meant something, he conceded. But that didn’t mean he was going to go easy on either of the perverts. They could have been trying to trick him.
If Hatake Kakashi wanted to court him, Iruka would allow it. However, things did not change between them as long as the seal was active. He was still going to make the older nins’ lives a living hell for what they’d done to him; even though he did understand why. Umino Iruka was just too stubborn to let them get away with treating him as they had. Well, that and it was going to be a hell of a lot of fun. Would the curse allow the boys to be brought into the fun?
Problems worked through, Iruka disrobed and snuggled under his covers, drifting off thinking of the many pranks to be pulled in the next few months, maybe years. It was the first truly peaceful sleep he’d had since being kidnapped.
Jiraiya sat in his room on the other side of the house, slowly drinking sake. As badly as he wanted to get drunk, it wouldn’t be worth it. In the morning, the boys were going to learn more about teamwork; he had to be clear headed to see where the rough edges were.
So far things were moving along well. Shikamaru had the makings of a great strategic leader.   Naruto was perfect as a powerhouse and Neji provided incredible cover. Sasuke was excelling at sneak attacks; Shino, despite his limited chakra, was one of the best long distant fighters he’d taught in decades.
Yet they were missing something. It wasn’t just the boys either. Kakashi needed someone. Iruka was getting under his skin and without some kind of release, the silver-haired man was going to lose control. Jiraiya knew how much strain his former student was under. He felt the edges of his own resolve fraying, but since he didn’t usually like men, he was less affected by their beautiful prisoner.
Few ninjas swung one way only. There simply wasn’t much time to form lasting attachments, and given that any mission could be the last, most found human contact, pleasure, and comfort wherever possible.   Some managed to stay with one sex; those nin were in the minority. So Kakashi chasing after Umino wasn’t really all that unpredictable or strange. The strength of his reaction, however.
Sighing, Jiraiya downed more sake. The great Hatake Kakashi has finally said it, finally used the “L” word. The damn brat never did anything simple and had the most atrocious luck. Of course he fell for the man Jiraiya ended up kidnapping and having to seal. The bastard was possessive too. Heartsick over having to seal the teacher, disgusted with himself every time they made him bow, not mention the sexual tension that not even training could alleviate. The whole situation was an exploding tag waiting for a single misstep.
Added to the mess was a growing knowledge that their little group wasn’t sustainable. They needed a healer for one thing. Sooner or later someone was going to get hurt; there were far too many powerful ninja learning control for him to think disaster didn’t flirt with them every day. For another, they needed someone to help Naruto with the Nine Tails. As Shino was now in training, they needed someone else to run communication. A minimum for three more people had to found if this endeavor meant to succeed.
The situation was complicated by Konoha’s severe shortage of ninjas. What they needed were the same things Konoha needed. It was also harder to hide more people. None of those facts changed the reality Jiraiya was stuck with. Almost nothing had gone to plan; every single day compounded the problems he could see coming. He had to take control now before things got out of hand.
As he grew, Naruto would find himself in conflict with the beast more and more often. Their little group had to have someone who could control the foreign chakra so Naruto could gain better control of his own. He knew of only one person who could give Kakashi an outlet and help Naruto. But would Tsunade part with him? As for the other two, he had ideas; they were radical and might cause more chaos than help. After saving Neji, he’d begun thinking of other children the village had abandoned. Two in particular came to mind as he considered options; Tsunade would part with them. If she wanted to save her home, she had no choice and he knew she wanted to thumb her nose at that Danzo creep.
Downing one last cup of sake, Jiraiya stood. He was going to have to prepare a few things in the kitchen. Long ago he had built a small room under the floor of the kitchen and placed hundreds of jutsu carrying tags on the walls to keep the temperature just above freezing. As his partner in crime had gone off to “hunt,” he’d better make sure all those tags were still working.
While he knew Kakashi was out trying work off some energy, he also knew the man would come back with a great deal of meat. Hopefully, when he came back, the younger man’s issues would be worked out. Or at least some tension gone. In the meantime, the bug kid was going to send his requests to Tsunade in a few hours , and for once, she wasn’t going to be able to beat him up if said requests pissed her off. HA! Life was good.
Many miles away, Kakashi was indeed doing his best to work out his problems and rid himself of some tension. His pack’s call echoed far away and he smiled at the joy he heard in it. Nothing besides plants lived in the forest they called home, making it necessary to hunt pretty far from the shelter. The run, and now the hunt, were slowly exhausting him. Normally a nin didn’t like exhaustion, but right now, the Copy Nin needed to stop thinking, stop feeling.
For years, Kakashi found himself unable to form lasting attachments. It wasn’t that permanent relationships didn’t interest him; the problem was finding someone who wouldn’t be killed by the first enemy to target the infamous man’s loved ones. Rin had been murdered in an effort to distract Kakashi long enough to kill him. Because of this, he seldom did more than visit one of the anonymous sex houses in Konoha. In the dark, he never knew who he was with and didn’t risk falling in love.
Then he met Umino Iruka. As far as Kakashi was concerned, the man was sex on legs. Expressive eyes, beautiful body, and Gods that temper. Just thinking about the passion buried under the seemingly innocent, calm façade Iruka presented to the world made him so hard. Instead of claiming the man as his instincts wanted, Kakashi had sought out another for mutual easement of their “tensions.”
Their relationship had worked out fairly well; neither expected it to become anything deeper than fuck friends, and Kakashi knew the other man would not be taken down by anything less than an S-rank criminal. Their time together had been very enjoyable. His sharing certain physical characteristics with Iruka-sensei only helped. Though, he’d begun to like the nin for himself before running off with Jiraiya.
Right now, he sorely wished the man had come with them. Seeing Iruka kneeling, submissive, set off the animal in the Copy Nin. He wanted to claim the younger man; make him howl in pleasure and beg. Make him a part of the pack.
Kakashi squelched those thoughts ruthlessly. They did not lead any where safe. Iruka hated him right now, maybe forever. If he was honest with himself, that was a good thing. Clever, brave, passionate, terrifying, tempestuous. All those words described Iruka perfectly. Powerful did not. Too many nins would only be too happy to hurt Umino Iruka in order to hurt Hatake Kakashi. Loving Iruka wasn’t safe. Not for either of them.
But, he did love the man.
“You’re thinking too much, Boss,” Pakkun admonished, appearing beside him in puff of smoke. “We’re supposed to be gathering meat for the pups, not mooning over their bitch.”
Kakashi couldn’t hold back a laugh at the little dog’s phrasing. Yes, Iruka did tend to mother the boys and in dog terms that made him the bitch, female dog. He didn’t mean it as an insult, but if Iruka ever heard him, his pack would be smarting for weeks from the tongue lashing. It was nice to hear Pakkun call them “pups” and “bitch” as it meant the Pack had accepted his impromptu family. They would defend the boys and Iruka to the death.
“Things will work out,” Pakkun continued. “Just wait til he’s in heat. Then you’ll know if he wants you or that old fart.”
“Humans don’t go into heat, Pakkun.”
“You need to get out more,” the little dog snickered. “You go into heat every time your bitch is around. Half the nin in Konoha smell like sex after missions. Humans go into heat. Just not like we dogs do. We’re far more sensible about mating.”
The last was said with unconcealed pride. Again Kakashi found himself laughing. If only things were so simple.
“If you choose him, we won’t ever let anyone hurt him.” Pakkun promised, more serious than Kakashi had seen in a while. “We decided. You and that other guy fit well. We like him. But Iruka-sensei, he matches you. He’s not gonna be as submissive as you think. He’ll make you work for it and he’ll keep you line.”
“Now just a minute!”
“Shut up, Boss,” he was cut off. “We love you. We’d die for you. Even if you’re a first class idiot.”
Kakashi did not like where this was going. Where did HIS summons get off telling him how to live his life?
“The guy you got now, he’s too submissive. It’s not his fault; the snake made him that way. It’s why he lets you get away with treating him as a substitute. That ain’t fair to him or Iruka.”
Pakkun was right. He shouldn’t be doing that to either man. His options, though, were limited. A man he liked but didn’t love but could stand against enemy nin or a man he loved but would fall. A smack across the back of his head put an end to his pity party.
“Don’t you trust us?” Pakkun was in his face looking very angry. “Do you really think we’d let anyone hurt your mate? Do you really think so little of the man you think he’d be an easy target?”
“There are too many people who want me dead,” he started.
“Then trust in us, Boss. Trust we won’t let you or him get hurt. You take good care of us. Best anyone ever has. Have a little faith we’ll do the same.” Pakkun paused, watching his words sink in. “And trust the man you love to be tough enough to stand on his own. Anyone who takes on Umino Iruka isn’t going to have an easy time.”
That was a lot to take in. Trusting had never been high on his priority list. In way, however, Pakkun was right. Sooner or later, he was going to have to believe in someone. They were out here for years. All they had was each other. What if his loner attitude made the students think it was ok not to depend on teammates? They had to learn to trust each other, to know their friends would be there for them. In a world where they would be hunted by everyone, the only way they stood a chance of living was by standing together.
“I’ll try,” he promised. Try very, very hard.
“Good,” the little dog preened at having won. “Now squeeze my soft paws and let’s hunt!”
Even further away from the sleeping boys, a woman sat at her desk frantically trying to balance assignments. She’d never before knew just how much work Umino had done. With him gone, students were running wild, the mission desk was undermanned, and mission reports were ridiculously messy. How one man ended up being a cornerstone of Konoha was beyond her, but she couldn’t deny the evidence. Which only compounded the guilt she felt for what he was going through now and for the next several years.
Shino’s report described a twin chakra spike in detail. There was only thing Jiraiya could have been doing. While she agreed with the obvious reasons for sealing the young teacher, pity for the two foolish enough to do it filled her. If Umino’s file was accurate, her old friend and his student were going to regret their actions.
The fact Umino Iruka, teacher, had a file might shock some. When Ibiki handed her an official ABNU investigation on the man, Tsunade had worried for Jiraiya. However, the torturer assured her the file had been complied at his own instigation. Naruto had passed Ibiki’s test without answering a single question; the first to ever do so. How had the beast brat become so formidable? He had to know.
The file on Umino Iruka revealed a strong man who was incredibly protective of his students and determined. A creative prankster responsible for pranking high level nin into turning in neat reports. Witness after witness spoke with admiration for the young man. A few, in whispers, told Ibiki of his mean streak and ability to hold a grudge until he felt avenged. Poor Jiraiya and Kakashi.
The biggest surprise had come from Ibiki. Once Tsunade made it clear all information on the man was vital, her scarred nin revealed a more personal side.
“We met in one of the Houses,” he told her without emotion. “The man I met in the dark was fierce, aggressive, and topped me while he bottomed. Got several bruises and scrapes in exchange for the best fuck of my life.   I had to know who it was so I cheated and used a jutsu to see in the dark.”
Morino Ibiki breaking the rules. Tsunade hid a smile. The man was blushing. This was going to be good.
“I made it a point to find out who he was and when I needed to let off a little steam, I waited for him to visit a House.”
The man was not in love with Umino, however; he’d found someone else in the two months since the teacher’s kidnapping. The pair made him extremely happy and drove him mad. While he worried for the taken nin, Ibiki trusted his Hokage when she said Umino wasn’t in danger.
After gathering all the information she could, the woman was convinced it was her kidnappers who were in danger. She didn’t know if she should laugh or mourn for Jiraiya. The old pervert would be forced to grow up now. If they all survived long enough.
Both Orochimaru and Akatsuki had put all operations on hold until they could find Sasuke and Naruto respectively. While taking them had bought Konoha time, there was no promise of success. The men were missing some very important members if they wanted to create a stable environment. A list of names lay on her desk for the moment when Jiraiya figured it out and sent for help.
She’d started training one of those chosen a month ago; Shizune made plenty of scrolls so he could continue learning once they sent him off; not a perfect solution, not a perfect situation either. Originally she wanted to send Genma as another teacher, but Jiraiya might recognize his voice. The nin had been furious at having to call Naruto a “beast.” The beating he took from the Sannin was well deserved in his opinion. So many lives had been touched by Naruto. Just like his mentor. The pair were probably going to be unholy hell on the older men.
Would they succeed? Was sheer will enough to change the world? Worry kept Tsunade from sleeping much anymore. She was the Hokage damn it! The Council should never have gone behind her back! Those arrogant, dried up, murderous bastards!
An idea suddenly came to her. Looking through the file, she located the names of Umino Iruka’s closest friends. They would know his pranking style if anyone did. The Hokage might not be able to strike at the Council directly, but nothing said Umino’s friends couldn’t protest. Maybe they could even recreate the “Stuck to the Ceiling’ jutsu the Chunin had created. According to the report, it took three Jounin to unstick the woman who’d insulted Naruto. And, well, she was just so short of ninja now a person could be stuck for hours.
In the meantime, she would try not to worry, fail, and do her best to prepare the village for their return. She had to believe her old friend could do this. It was the children’s only chance.
In a mansion, on the other side of town, a man was doing his best to get plastered. Hiashi Hyuuga couldn’t stand himself. How could he have done it? How could he have tried to kill his brother’s ONLY child? What kind of monster was he?
The best kind, he thought bitterly. One who never thinks for himself.
All his father taught him was contempt for the Branch family. They were there to be used, to protect him and his eldest child. All his life, his father repeatedly enforced that idea. Then his brother, who hated and despised him, was willing to die so that he could hang on to what was left of his love for Hiashi and finally be free. Why hadn’t he defied Father and changed then? Why had he made Hizashi’s sacrifice worthless?
Thoroughly tipsy, the man fell back, arms thrown out, and stared at the ceiling. While the murder attempt had been months ago, it had never left his thoughts. The anger he felt at Neji for escaping, the possessiveness, the blind rage at being defied. He had wanted the boy dead. His own nephew.
Fortunately whoever he was with had been strong enough to stop Hiashi. It had been the pain, in fact, which woke him up by knocking him out. Awaking in agony, Hiashi, at first, felt fury at being thwarted. But a simple picture in his room had acted like ice water on the fire of his anger. The photo was of him and his brother, arm in arm, smiling over baby Neji. Hizashi had been so very proud. And now his brother had tried to rip the last piece of him out of the world. Was this pain what Hizashi had suffered? Was this what he had done to Neji? Hiashi had broken down, finally letting out his grief over losing his brother.
Afterward, he had sat in his room for more than a day; just staring at the picture. Eventually he was called back to his duties, but he was not the same. More and more he began to see the Branch Family through his brother and nephew’s eyes. He started to see the resentment, the anger they felt. More, Hanabi was isolated from them. No one in the Branch wanted their child to play with a Main child.   Gods what had he done? What had he allowed to happen?
All of which lead to this night. Tomorrow the Council wanted more than a dozen children Sealed. He hadn’t Sealed a single person since Neji left. Escaped. Those bastards had ordered him to take those children’s freedom from them. In the last few months, Hiashi had been thinking deeply about what HE wanted in life. Did he want to rule his people with an iron hand? Did he want to be a bully who forced children to become missing nin in order to taste freedom?   Was he a monster?
He did not want to be the first two and, he acknowledged sadly, he was the last. But could he change it? Defying the Council was no small thing. The faces of those to be Sealed came to mind. So young and hopeful; just as Neji had been. Just as his brother had been.
“I’m not doing it,” he muttered into the silence of the room.
The declaration shocked him. Not seal the children? Oh how the Council would rage!
“Who cares,” he continued. “The Hyuuga clan answers only to the Hokage.”
There. He had decided. In morning, he would announce there would be no more Sealings. No more pain. The Hyuuga clan was strong and honorable. Their children were precious, the future, and they would be protected, cherished. They didn’t need to enslave family. And if someone did betray them? He would personally hunt the bastard down.
Wow, he felt much better. He couldn’t remove the Seal from everyone, but he could ensure all future generations fought because they were honorable, not because they had no choice.
“Come back soon, Neji,” he muttered on the edge of sleep. “I want you to see what you and your father have created. I want to tell you how proud I am of you.”
Snores were all that was heard in the room after the last word.

Now for the announcement:
Ok, I am putting up some pieces and there will be about one, maybe two, more pieces of Missing before I go missing just for a bit. It’s not like last time. I have my own domain: phoenixsplace.com and have been wanting to make it into a website for a while now. Finally found a webhost who doesn’t go off the deep end about fanfiction or yaoi/yuri/het. So now that I have a website, I need to make the webpages…and I have no idea how. But I am learning. I think it is going to take a bit of time and I will be focused on that until I am done…so….no writing time. BUT, my own website means I can post whatever I want and I have a lot to post. Naruto/Bleach/One Piece/Dynasty-Samurai-Orochi Warriors/House/CSI/Angel/Eyeshield/Kenshin/Saiyuki/Voyager….etc….this listing thing could go on for awhile…so stopping here.
So I leave you with a comedy” Noises Ninjas Make,” a new angst fest “Spirit of Konoha,” and a new piece of “Missing.” There are one or two more pieces of “Missing” before the time skip and I will get those done before working on the webpage.
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