Scarecrow Boy
Kakashi Hatake walked along the forest trail, alone except for his snubbull, Pakkun. He had been an official pokémon trainer for nearly two weeks and was seeking out his first opportunity to earn a gym badge. Most young trainers desired gym badges for bragging rights or entry into high-level battle tournaments, but Kakashi had another goal firmly in mind.
His father, Sakumo Hatake, known as the “White Fang” in his glory days, had once overseen the gym of Shinobi Town. Once a year, his father would go off and compete in an invitation-only tournament, and would place well if he didn’t win it all. To
Etymology
Part II
“What did you just say?”
Naruto blinked as he gazed down at his firstborn child in utter puzzlement.
Bolt Uzumaki, his mischievous blond-haired boy, looked back up at him with a curious mixture of innocence and defiance on his whisker-marked little face.
Since he was regrettably busy (damn, he wasn’t even Hokage yet and it seemed like he was always busy!) he’d had to back out of taking Bolt around the village like he’d planned to earlier. Instead, Grandpa Namikaze had stepped in and turned the little Father-Son day into a Grandfather-Grandson day. And now, during a lunch brea
Etymology
Part I
Etymology: The study of the history of words, their origins, and how their form and meaning have changed over time.
“Say that word again and I’ll wash out your mouth with soap!”
One of the most important lessons that Naruto had learned so far in his short, young life was that his mother’s threats of punishment weren’t empty. When she said that she’d spank him if he sprayed her flowerbeds with the weed killer that killed anything green, she would spank him. When she promised to ground him if he lied about stealing the cookies, she would ground him. And when she informed him that his
When the Sun meets the Moon 15 by xela1234, literature
Literature
When the Sun meets the Moon 15
When the Sun meets the Moon...
Chapter 15:
Told in Josh's POV:
I stared at the flute in the greatly decorated box.
"The Azure Flute..." Alice gasped. Solé's head peaked over the edge of the small table, trying to look in the box.
"It's just a flute..." I told her, somewhat pushing her head back down.
I didn't even bother to talk in Pokémon. The way the Kimono Girls were being serious about a simple flute... Solé protested when I kept her down, but gave in.
"It's not just a flute!" Alice exclaimed, "With this flute you can call Arceus!" She said a little bit too loud. Nick straightened his body a bit, interested. All t
Little red riding hood strolled down the sunny path happily. She wasn't a child anymore, now she was eighteen and strong. Her short pink hair floated about her head with the warm summer breeze that ruffled her signature red cloak. She was so well known for her hooded red cloak she hardly went anywhere without it anymore.
Even now she wore it as she was supposed to be delivering baked goods to her aging grandmother who lived alone on the outskirts of their village, Konoha. Her mother had told her to use the main road and stay out of the woods, but she liked the serenity of the woods, so she had ignored her mother's wishes and was now stroll
She was running through the hospital hallways. She needed to get to hm. She needed to be with him for this. He was her life, her soul, her very reason for living.
She reached his room and ripped to door open rushing inside to see her love on the hospital bed hooked up to so many machines. His body broken. Barely breathing as he dragged his eyes open, a movement taking centuries.
I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more
I lay dying
And i'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am i too lost to be saved
Am i too lost?
Sa... ku... ra? His voice was a rasp as he struggled to say
The Honourable Daughter - Prologue by ritsukachoo, literature
Literature
The Honourable Daughter - Prologue
Prologue - Peace
The sun was just reaching the midday point, and it stood strong above the Village Hidden in the Leaves, watching over as the variety of citizens of all shapes, sizes, and occupations went about their daily business. Wives could be seen hanging out laundry from their balconies, shop owners were busy at work, and the shinobi of the village were retiring from morning training sessions and the occasional mission to get lunch at one of the village's many restaurants.
The Hokage faces towered over the village, the former and current leaders all watching over the village, dedicated and strong.
In the offices sitting underneath th
Caught in the Whirlpool 22 by Molliemon, literature
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Caught in the Whirlpool 22
Caught in the Whirlpool
Part XXII
Thankfully no more wild machop tried to ambush his pokémon and they reached Professor Utatane’s lab without further incident. It was an older, smaller lab than Professor Sarutobi’s, Naruto noted, but as far as he could tell it had all the important equipment for pokémon research. Professor Koharu Utatane was as gray and wrinkly as his mother’s Aunt Asuka, but she seemed far nicer and wore a modern-styled skirt and blouse underneath her white lab coat instead of a kimono.
“Is there anything in particular about pokémon that you study, Professor?” Sakura a
Caught in the Whirlpool 21 by Molliemon, literature
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Caught in the Whirlpool 21
Caught in the Whirlpool
Part XXI
Sakura sat sandwiched between Naruto's mother and his "Aunt" Akane in the overcrowded dining room and nibbled at her frosting-coated cinnamon roll. Sasuke stared at the cinnamon roll on his plate with the faintest of scowls on his face but made no move to eat or get rid of the sweet pastry that had been pressed on him. Two of Naruto's uncles, the very identical twins, were jointly telling some story, passing the narrative back and forth in the middle of sentences, which fascinated Naruto who listened with rapt attention. Ken-Ichi had clearly heard the story before and amused himself by trying to fold a f
Caught in the Whirlpool 20 by Molliemon, literature
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Caught in the Whirlpool 20
Caught in the Whirlpool
Part XX
Kyuumaru was soaked to the bone and more physically miserable than he'd been in years. The house that he'd run to didn't look familiar to him, but it was in the right place to be the Uzumaki Clan house that always was the home of the gym leader. But whether or not it was the house that he was looking for, it was shelter and with the rain coming down as it was he would take whatever he could get.
Once his scratches at the door had been answered, the ninetales pushed past the teenage boy that let him in and stumbled into the warm and dry building interior. Not far from the doorway, he found a room full of