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Naruto - Fork in the Road"You're making a mistake."
Sharp and dangerous, he turned his eyes to her at the accusation. And already, the kunoichi could feel the crackle of lightning in the air itself from his contained fury. Because Uchihas were never wrong. Because Uchiha Sasuke never made a mistake. Years had been dedicated to this course for them to abandon things now. Too much planning had gone into his every move for things to turn out otherwise. But Tenten knew better. Tenten was more practical.
No one was perfect.
It had been a flawed plan to begin with, filled with uncertainties and unknown variables that they would be forced to deal with when the time came. But she had been prepared for it. These were the principles that the life was based on. This was the structure that had guided Tenten's life since entering into it. And the kunoichi had agreed, believing that all their planning - all their experiences - had prepared them for the hard decisions that were to come. After all, infiltrating an enemy organ
Naruto - Truth Be ToldGreen as the leaves that covered their home, her eyes darted back and forth between them, pink brows furrowed in confusion and wariness. She was struggling to believe their words; whether she could trust them to be true or if it was another game for him to play. Tenten could understand her hesitation. The way the rumors went, Sasuke's last game hadn't ended too well for Team Kakashi.
But then, she hadn't been there to give the counter-strike.
Things were different now.
Looking at the younger kunoichi, she watched the other continued to turn the information over in her mind, severely hoped that the latter would fall in line quickly. There would be no time to look for another medic they could trust. Especially not one who could tend to her own protection, she mused, giving her bonds a quick once-over. It had been Tenten's decision to keep Sakura bound with rope and chains, knowing and having seen the strength she'd inherited from her Legendary Mentor. The last thing they needed was an at
Naruto - My Life in your HandsShe was not a medic. The others of her generation - Sakura, Ino, Hinata - had studied and worked to become a key component to their respective teams. To become the healing factor and advantage while working and fighting out in the field. But Tenten had decided long ago that her hands were simply not meant to save lives like theirs. No. The kunoichi had been born and created to take them away. And that, perhaps, was the initial reason why he'd chosen to keep her alive. At least, at first.
They were soft by comparison - passionate by their own right - but not quite as cruel or unforgiving as someone who made a living creating and making use of dangerous ninja tools. While there had been a spark of an interest at their initial meeting, it was never so all-encompassing as Ino and Sakura's infatuation of the prodigy. Even now, though both would feign to deny it, the rivalry and hope lingered. And while some were, admittedly, stronger (Hinata, at least had the strength of an entire clan's wo
Naruto - Knickers in a TwistSide-stepping what would likely have been a killing blow had he managed to connect, she twisted her body around in mid-air. And in a last second decision to tip the scales to her advantage, she decidedly stretched the reach of her arm as far as it would go, managing to close her fingers tightly around the target as she let her momentum finish the rest of the work. Seconds later, satisfaction and a good amount of amusement was had as his maneuverability became compromised as he practically stumbled over his own feet to keep from falling.
He really should've known better...
It was, perhaps, a cheap trick, as he'd said later on. But as she'd learned through the years, all tactics were fair game under the terms of war. Or, at least, a mock battle between two shinobi who held some amount of respect for one another. And, for the record, the kunoichi was more than willing to give and use every reason to get him to stop wearing that god-awful bow.
She was never one to focus to much on fashion.
Naruto - So Much for Personal SpaceHe was like a ghost, pale skin against the glow of the moonlight. And in her half-waken dream, he was beautiful. But then, Gaara always seemed so magnificent in the desert. Even when it burned with death and bloodshed. Especially so. But in that instance, he just looked worn and weary and exhausted. And rightly so. It wasn't every day that anyone faced up against one free-roaming bijuu, let alone three. A well deserved rest was only natural, even for someone who rarely ever slept.
Such a shame that his standard issued cot was already occupied.
Not once stopping to check, the young Kazekage stretched and quietly - wordlessly - slipped under the covers, shifting a little to get more comfortable. It was only after he settled in that he finally took notice of her.
She laid there, still and unmoving as their eyes met. But despite finding herself suddenly in the same bed as the once murderous sand shinobi, Tenten had remained relatively calm. Her eyes were watchful, if not tired around the e
Naruto - Change of PlansIt started with a simple gesture, as they always did in those times. The rain clouds had moved on towards the north, leaving behind a muggy and sticky mess that they were forced to trudge through, trading off the weight of the medic every few hundred miles in between. And in good faith, she offered him a drink from her canister - the last bit of water they had until a source could be found to refill - when they stopped to rest and regroup, which he took with great weariness. All the while, the kunoichi could feel his eyes burning a hole into her skull, setting her senses ablaze with their fierce gaze. She could see the suspicion in the swirls. The question in their focus: Why.
Tenten expected that much when she left the village to rescue Sasuke from his own blind hatred. And this was the thanks that was given for it.
He resented her, she could tell; was confused by her actions, she was almost sure. Because who in their right mind would turn away from the village they loved a
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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