Orphans of Time Ch. 32 The absence of the Uchiha brat added a bit of tension to the air, as much as Zabuza didn’t like to admit it there was more interest invested in the ones with Doujutsu in this tournament. That Sasuke kid and the Hyuuga were both favorites to win, thankfully Kumogakure did not attend these exams; bad blood takes longer than a few years to settle, especially considering fresh blood always seemed to spill before the last mess was forgotten. What was odd was Gaara’s reaction to Sasuke’s absence. He clenched his fists but his expression remained neutral. He had blood on his mind; the kid was old school, which Zabuza didn’t know if it made him like Gaara more or less. Eventually Gekko got around to starting the fights and had everyone except Choujuro and the Hyuuga kid left the arena. With a nod, Zabuza left to take his place in the viewing deck. In most ordinary fights Kinjutsu would trump Taijuts
HSV - The Fashion Show It was a peaceful sleep that Taisu awoke from. The past few weeks had been full of troubled nights, and more than one day where sleep had never come at all. Perhaps it was the fact that she was home that eased her mind. From the sound of things Koume was downstairs in the kitchen, though 32 weeks pregnant she was still quite active, even if she was beginning to waddle a little. Taking a moment, Taisu paused to remember the way Koume’s hips would sway in that special way of hers when she wore her yukatas. Things had been awkward, to say the least, the past few weeks. Though the village had been afflicted by a magic that changed gender before, the last time was back when he and Koume had still been dating, and they had both changed that time. This time had its own problems, primarily given if the magic had effected his wife’s pr
Orphans of Time Ch. 31 Tightening the gauze wrap, Zabuza finished the cover for his sword and stood up. He had debated writing seals on the linen strips, but decided it was too much work for a pointless deception to bother. Strapping the blade to his back he waited by the door for Chojuro to finish getting ready so they could finally get this day started. The boy came out of his room, nervously adjusted his goggles, and cracked his knuckles as he strode to the front door. “He didn’t come in last night either?” Chojuro’s voice seemed slightly worried. “He’ll show up. Doubtless he’s waiting in the wings somewhere waiting.” It was a matter of fact answer. After giving the Konoha guards a slip, Haku had simply disappeared. The
Fires in the Night - HSV Ghosts of the Past Warm heat on his eyes roused him from his slumber. The late afternoon’s sunlight passed by the attic window and across his body. Yawning and scratching his chin, Shiro stretched and turned over to the sound of footsteps coming up the stairway below. “Uh, I fell asleep in the attic again.” To his left was an empty bowl of mango curry, one of Ami’s culinary experiments which turned out better than he had expected. Though half of it had wound up on his leg, the other half proved to be remarkable. Outside came the sound of people clamoring for the new flavor while waiting in the restaurant’s line. “You look just like a cat Shiro.” Ami’s father grinned as he grabbed a few bags of spices before turning to go downstairs. “I told you not to let me sleep old man.” Shiro sat up with another yawn and stretched his back, realizing he really was looking the part of a cat.