Naruto: new ninja prologue by NinjaAnimeHero, literature
Literature
Naruto: new ninja prologue
the little girl have parent. Her mother name is Aimi Nakamura she have Sharingan. She very good ninja and Leaf Village but She uchiha clan too. Her father is name Daisuke Nakamura. He pretty good ninja He already hokage. "Mom! you think I will grow up to ninja?" Asuka question her parent want ninja will grow up. "yes course." Aimi said she wanted her join ninja. "but you need learn how to techniques mean Jutsu." Daisuke sighed he look at Asuka she excited will grow up.
two days...
She was alone lost parents some mask ninja look like police "who murder possible." He sighed look at Asuka she look lonely. "... mommy and daddy..." Asuka cried S
CM: YamaTsuki-Should've Asked by The-PorcelainDoll, literature
Literature
CM: YamaTsuki-Should've Asked
The village was short staffed these days, it seemed Tsunade was sending shinobi out on missions left and right and never giving anyone a real break. Tsukiko jerked her head to both sides, in a vain attempt to get her neck to pop, her whole body was aching, and these missions one on top of the other were absolutely killing her. Tsukiko gritted her teeth while she kneaded the area between her neck and shoulder, feeling it tense tightly under her touch. Suddenly the ANBU member was taken by surprise as her hand was gently removed, and replaced with a much stronger one.
“Let me help you.” The man smiled, Tsukiko stared at him a mome
CM: KibaXRei-Good Intentions Gone Awry by The-PorcelainDoll, literature
Literature
CM: KibaXRei-Good Intentions Gone Awry
“To tell you the truth, this day I wasn’t expecting anything magnificent to happen. Mostly because I forgot what that particular day was..” She smiled, flipping through an old photo album.
“Looking back on it though, I can’t see how I managed to forget it. July 7th, the day he turned twenty one.” She laughed, placing her finger tips on one photo in particular.
A brunette woman was lounging on her bed, flipping through a book absent mindedly. Her brown eyes darting from one word to another, not really registering anything. Finally the young women sighed, and snapped the book shut. She groaned, and flipped
CM: ItaRi-Grievences by The-PorcelainDoll, literature
Literature
CM: ItaRi-Grievences
Tic Tock...Tic..Tock... The old grandfather clock was vigilant as always, individuals may leave space and time, but he still keeps it. Ever present, forever going forward, not taking a moment to pity the deceased, or taking a pause for the mourning to catch up. No, the grandfather clock continues to move forward.
"Move forward?"
Golden eyes pierced the darkness that surrounded them, laying motionless on the bed, staring absently at the ceiling above. The only sound was the constant ticking of the grandfather clock in the other room, and the graceful pitter-patter of raindrops as they danced swiftly and effortlessly down the window. It had b