There I lay, watching clouds. Even at six years old, I was what you, and many other people, called 'lazy'. I've never actually considered myself to be lazy; just because I don't see the point in partaking in stressful activities when there are perfectly relaxing clouds just begging to be watched doesn't make me lazy. Does it?
Anyway, I digress. That day the class was practicing cloaking techniques, well the entire class except for me. I already knew how to perform that troublesome technique, so I figured there was no harm in giving the clouds what they so desperately desired.
Apparently you thought otherwise because the view of my precious clouds was replaced by one of a face, your face.
"Whatcha doing?" you asked innocently like you didn't know perfectly well what I was doing.
I grunted in response but when you showed no signs of moving I gave in, "Watching the clouds."
I said it in a way to
Naruto's DreamHyuuga Hinata had been enjoying her day off. She started her day by sleeping in until eight, which is quite late for a ninja trained to rise with the sun, dressed herself in civilian clothing, and headed down stairs to fix herself a late breakfast. If she had gotten up at dawn like the rest of the household, she could have eaten with them. Truthfully, though, she didn't mind; family meals were always slightly stressful and cooking was kinda fun.
After her meal she headed out for a leisurely stroll. It was nice to just enjoy the scenery for once, without having to rush or having her mind bombarded with constant worries. Eventually she found herself in the park. She sat down under a large tree to rest. Apparently she had dozed off, because the next thing she knew, she was being shaken awake by her sister.
"Hinata! You call yourself a ninja, wake up already!" Hanibi
Missed ChancesMissed Chances
Why didn't I realize it before it was too late; the way you always watched me, the way my stomach always fluttered when you were near?
Oh yeah…I know what it was…Sasuke…the prize. That's all he was to me. I didn't even care about him, after awhile all I cared about was beating Sakura.
I'm pathetic, I was so caught up in the competition that I didn't notice how you were always there, always trying to be the best. Trying to get people to notice you, for me to notice you.
You had a crush on Sakura and somehow, I missed it when the feelings were redirected at me.
Now you are gone, training with Jiraya-sama, pursuing your dreams.
You will be a great Hokage and people will finally acknowledge you for who you are and the excellent ninja whom you will become.
By the time you come back you will have forgotten all about your "silly crush". I realize it now I lost my chance, I lost it before I w
Kiba's SuspicionKiba's suspicion
Kiba can't stop thinking about his teamate. He goes to Kakashi for advice. ShinoKiba with mentions of KakaGai, NejiTen, NaruHina.
"Ummm…Kakashi-sensei, can I talk to you?"
The person in question looked up from his reading at the normally boisterous young ninja. 'When did he get all serious and timid?' "Kiba," he acknowledged, giving his accent for the teen to continue.
The boy just stood there staring at the Jonin who couldn't tell whether Kiba was deciding on the best way to phrase what he was going to say or contemplating the best escape route. Judging from the expression on his face, a little of both. Finally he spoke, "I think I'm gay."
Under normal circumstances he would assume the Inuzuka was joking, but the mixed aura of anxiety and relief that was radiating from the boy, told Kakashi that he was being serious, or a really good actor. Since Kiba generally lacks the patience for acting he assumed i
Venice VampireVenice Vampire
He was going to Venice, Italy, the city of his dreams. This was quite an adventure for Driscol who was leaving the small Irish town of his birth for the first time. Aboard the ship, he met a kind old lady. As she told him legends of the vampires of Italy, she exhorted him to be careful. Although he spurned the idea that vampires were anything more than myth, Driscol felt sorry for the "gullible old lady" who seemed believe every word she said to be true. By the time their ship docked, his tolerance for the old lady had greatly waned, so he thanked her for her "amusing tales" and politely excused himself.
It was already after nightfall and there was no time to explore the city, so Driscol set off to get a room at the local inn. On the way he passed a young maiden; the most beautiful maiden he had ever seen. Her skin was fair and lightly speckled with freckles; her loose c