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Moons of Red Chapter 23Hatorri looked at his clock. Seven more minutes till Sasuke got out of the Academy. Hatorri sighed. As of the last month he had found himself escorting the young Uchiha back home for the sake of having something else to do besides training, learning jutsu and cleaning around the house. Yes, Hatorri was very much like his mother in terms of tidiness. Anyway, here he was, sitting on a bench outside the Academy and waiting for Sasuke.
The ninja wanna-be were still getting used to him hanging around. It wasn't like he was some ninja or anything. He was a foreigner- in both looks and manners, even if he was a carbon copy of the young Uchiha heir. Luckily for him, he had his I-pod booming music in his ears. 4 minutes to go.
One of the more interesting things that had transpired the last week was him meeting the one and only Uzumaki Naruto. He had seen only a few episodes of the anime (and they were in English, mind you) and he had never really read the manga. He was just not interested in th
Moons of Red Chapter 22'E-excuse me?'
Steel blue eye and a pair of puppet-ish eyes looked at the intruder. They saw a pretty, tall girl with soft pale, slightly pinkish complexion, crystal blue eyes and black straight shiny hair. She was holding a file and a small bag with drawing materials.
The steel blue eye narrowed suspiciously. The girl looked vaguely familiar. And it wasn't everyday when a mere stranger would pop up and go 'E-excuse me?' on two formidable Akatsuki members such as himself, Deidara, and his senior partner, Sasori-danna.
'Who're you, un?' Deidara's voice was cold and untrusting. Despite the fact that he was obviously younger that when first seen in the show, he was still the same Deidara...just a bit shorter...and the Deidara from Shippuuden was already shorter than MJ.
On the other hand Sasori was swishing Hiruko's metal scorpion tail idly which almost made her gulp. For a few more moments, she just stood there, looking at them, taking in their appearance. In truth, MJ was extremely fasc
Moons of Red Chapter 21'473...474...pant...476...'
This had been going on for a while. It was a rainy day today and there wasn't much to do. Fia was stuffing and preparing sausages in her bathroom, L-chan was reading local law books and MJ was maintaining her fitness level.
Since most of the time they just hung about the town, she rarely got the opportunity to do her full circuit. Today was a perfect day for in-doors training. When it came to fitness, MJ was Gai and Lee level, but less sparkly and less smelly. She did mostly cardio, strength and speed exercises twice a week. She had set her pace at 'no break a sweat' at the moment.
She exhaled audibly and let herself relax for 20 seconds.
'1...2...3...4...' you get the picture. It was her last 500 sit up series for the day.
She began the day with a long yoga session. After three hours she started her katas and then she did crouch-jumps, push-ups and was currently doing her sit-ups.
When she finally finished, it was already twelve am, and she was
Moons of Red Chapter 20Cooking was one of the things that made Fia's life the way it was. Being the fact she was a perfectionist like her mother and an opportunist like her father, not having some ingredients, common in her own realm, but rare here, was outrageous.
Several herbs, essential for her type of cooking, were missing. And Asian food was getting boring. The most heartbreaking experience for her so far was the lack of potatoes, which was a complete paradox, since, in the series, Chouji constantly munched on chips. Fia, determined to get to the bottom of this, even found the brand, and discovered that those chips were...rice chips. And after several days her panic grew at the rate of the list of ingredients she was missing. Wheat, corn, potatoes, rosemary, grapes, oranges, any sort of citrus really, and so on. They had chocolate though, but it alone wasn't enough. And curry was no way in hell like any sort of chilly or normal peppers. The mental breakdown was imminent.
And, in the event of the said me
Moons of Red Chapter 19Tifa grumbled in irritation. Charlie was not the type to get lost. Heck, her orientation abilities were rather superb. Something must've happened with the little puppet and that odd feeling in her gut made her frown. The white-haired woman was currently sitting on the right side of the Fourth Kazekage and was impatiently tapping her fingers on the table.
The Kazekage was slightly tense by her obvious disposition and wondered what would make her so irate.
"If you worry about Char-Lee, you shouldn't." he finally said. "I told you her safety is absolutely guaranteed as long as you are loyal to me."
Tifa was about to speak when she heard an outraged scream.
"Charlie!" The soldier stood up with lightning speed and headed towards the source of the scream. She knew it all too well.
But Charlie had been awake and it takes her hours to fall asleep in the night, let alone during the day. Something must have happened and she was awake and using her voice
When Charlie was asleep,
Moons of Red Chapter 18Charlie woke up to find herself in a dark gloomy, but yet warm and comfortable place. There were stone walls that made her wonder if they were stone at all- they were so smooth! The blood red haired girl looked about. Surely she would've remembered getting in this strange place
"Wha-what was that?" a soft voice, Charlie's voice, whispered. She did not notice she had spoken. She had, however heard something.
There was nothing interesting about her, all was the same. There was only the hall in which she was standing. Finally, after what seemed forever, she decided to go in one direction of the hall. At least she might get somewhere.
Her bare feet patted along the damp floor. She wondered where Tifa might be. She could sure use her amazing soldier and fighter skills.
Charlie was dressed in a white hospital gown. Her long straight blood red hair was loose. Her blue eyes were taking in her surrounding. She felt scared but not enough to show it. She was rarely the type to express
Moons of Red Chapter 17The sand storm had been going on for quite a few hours now and I had the feeling that I was back in Africa, during my first days in the French Foreign Legion. I liked sandstorms. They reminded me that no matter what we, humans, did, Mother Nature would still have the upper hand. It was a soothing feeling, even though I knew that such a storm could kill me in less than a blink of an eye. But it was only natural that I would die some day, it was part of the cycle of Mother Nature. Just like the rest of my comrades in the Legion, I did not fear death, for the death of a single being would mean saving the life of many. And with my philosophy in mind, I thought of Charlie, who was still deep asleep in the hospital. Then again I was now immortal I still had hard time to actually realize it fully
We were all gathered in the living room, that late afternoon. It was as dark as the dead of the night and the lamps were turned on. It was so due to two main reasons. First of all,
Moons of Red Chapter 16"You're late."
MJ sighed. Takeshiro was unusually strict this morning. She had two guesses, both of which were plausible. Either he really wanted to get it back at Fia for the tampon incident, the soap incident, the panties incident or even the tea cup incident the black haired girl shuddered at the memory of the last one It really was an accident and not a prank. Fia was just that clumsy she wondered if his manhood would ever fully recover after being soiled by so much hot tea poor man and his poor manhood. Still, Fia shouldn't have tried to help out. It was utterly inconsiderable of her. She practically threw herself across the table, showing off her mighty bust, and she was wearing a short skirt by the way, and with a handkerchief started 'helping' him.
Talk about awkward.
Her second guess was that his orders were to be nice to them while they got acquaintanced with their new surroundings. It was probably a tactic to win their trust, which obviou
Moons of Red Chapter 15Takeshiro was doing his best to update the reports on the three strange girls. As far as he was concerned, they were nothing but a bundle of trouble. Well, only the blonde one was gnawing at his nerves. The redhead and the black-haired girl were quite normal if he could even use the word and even one of the three in the same sentence.
But whenever the blonde was up to something, the other two either pretended not to know anything or they helped her. And MJ would usually try to keep her in line by whacking her behind the head or kicking her in random places.
The ANBU captain sighed and massaged his temples. In his entire career he had never seen civilians like them. First it was like they found absolutely everything completely fascinating. Then they started to get used to it. And then they were acting as if they were in an amuzement park. Or something.
And every night was karaoke night. Sure, they were entertaining, but weren't they overdoing it? What were they trying to prove? And when
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