Sorry for the even shorter than usual chapter. Next one should be out by this time tomorrow.
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"Oh, and a word of advice," he adds, and suddenly, despite his attire, who stands before us is no longer a silly man child but an incredibly dangerous ninja, "you'd better come at me with the intent to kill."
…
"Or at least, maim."
"Yaaaaaaahhhhh!"
With a loud, drawn-out war cry, Naruto charges at Kakashi, fist already ...
2023-05-08 10:24:13 +0000 UTC View PostAnd this chapter ended up not having the fight scene I promised.
I apologize.
(We accept your apology. Damn, love that movie.)
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"It's called the Shadow Clone Jutsu," Naruto says, "and it splits your chakra when you use it."
"It splits your chakra?" Sakura asks, then, with a thoughtful frown, adds: "Wait, do you mean that it splits your chakra? Or that it splits your reserve...
2023-05-06 14:59:17 +0000 UTC View PostThis chapter was supposed to have a fight scene in it. Unfortunately, you will now be getting that in the next chapter.
Hope you like this one at least.
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My little speech about trust and the earning of it appeals to Naruto (and Sakura) just like I'd known it would.
I suppose in a way I'm still manipulating them, especially considering that I'm asking for them to put their trust in me without trusting them in ...
2023-05-05 05:04:41 +0000 UTC View PostI told Sakura and Naruto to come by at 07:00 a.m. the next morning. Sakura shows up at six.
“Sorry for being so early,” the girl begins as soon as I open the door, her speech pattern sounding almost rehearsed, “I—” and then her brain short-circuits as she takes in my form; messy bed hair, sleepy face, and a shirtless physique clad only in a pair of blue boxer shorts.
“Um...” Sakura swallows, licks her lips, then swallows again. “Um...”
Her eyes fly over my ...
2023-05-01 17:04:24 +0000 UTC View PostHow the hell did I end up here? I wonder, staring at the steaming bowl of ramen before me.
“Eat up,” Teuchi Ichiraku, the eponymous owner of “Ramen Ichiraku”, Naruto’s favourite place in the whole wide world, says with a close-eyed smile.
“Thanks for the meal, gramps,” Naruto says, digging into his with gusto.
No, seriously, I ask myself again, how the hell did I end up here?
When I’d suggested that we get lunch, I’ll admit ...
2023-04-25 21:27:58 +0000 UTC View PostDuring our sixth year in The Academy, one of the electives we’d had the option to take was Medical Ninjutsu.
Sakura and I had both taken it; me because I’d decided that knowing how to treat myself would be useful, and Sakura probably because she’d known that it would be an easy pass for her.
Naruto had taken Advanced Tracking & Trapping, a course that he’d barely lost to Shino Aburame in to come out second place (something that I only know of because the idiot had refu...
2023-04-25 21:19:21 +0000 UTC View PostNaruto’s a brawler. A loud, graceless brawler.
Rather unbecoming for a ninja, true, but for someone who has a notorious inability to tolerate the kind of monotonous repetition that mastering a proper martial style often requires, a near inevitability.
So, yes, Naruto’s a brawler; loud, graceless, and near wild.
One thing Naruto also is, is tenacious. Both in body and in spirit. He has the endurance to outlast pretty much anyone (in our age group, at least) an...
In a so-called mundane world where people could travel across the planet in less than forty-eight hours on giant, metal birds, and small, handheld mirrors could remotely access the collective repository of human knowledge, there lived a nineteen-year-old boy named Caleb.
Caleb was, to put it simply, a perfectly ordinary teenager; he had no special talents, no remarkable skills, and an uninteresting history. In fact, the second most important thing that Caleb ever did in his life, was d...
I look Naruto right in the eyes. “You have to beat Sakura.”
“What?” Naruto screams. “What kinda condition is that, you bastard?”
I shrug casually. “I already know that I can beat you,” I say. “The fact that you never won a single spar against me in The Academy is all the proof I need.”
Naruto begins to disagree, but I speak over him.
“But I need to know that you’re not the weakest member of this team. So, here’s your chance; beat Sakura an...
“My name is Sasuke Uchiha. I like sunsets. I dislike loud noises. And my dream for the future is to be really fucking strong.”
The members of my new team stare at me; Sakura awestruck, Kakashi with that same aggravating smile, and Naruto... well, Naruto decides to take my words as some sort of challenge.
Because, why not?
“What d’you mean by that, you bastard?” the blonde screams.
To be fair, Naruto isn’t really screaming. He simply ha...
First chapter of my Naruto AU fic; Gaze Upon the World. An OC-insert into Sasuke at the start of canon.
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Three hours.
That’s how long we’ve sat in our empty classroom waiting for Kakashi Hatake to show up, and if I’d thought that his behaviour was childish, annoying, and remarkably unprofessional while watching it on a screen, actually living through it, and knowing that this man is who I’ll need to depend on to help me attain the strength I ...
A/N: Happy Independence, everyone. Sorry this took so long.
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Early Morning.
Friday, Sept. 20
“Professor,” Harry said halfway through Astronomy, when Prof. Sinistra asked if there were any questions, “has any witch or wizard ever been to space? I’m curious about it, and I figured you were the best person to ask.”
Prof. Sinistra looked fondly exasperated at the questi...
2022-12-30 11:13:55 +0000 UTC View PostMorning.
Tuesday, Sept. 17
“What’s your favourite colour?” Harry asked as they headed down to The Great Hall for breakfast on Tuesday morning.
Hermione blinked at the abruptness of the question.
“What?”
“Your favourite colour,” Harry repeated. “What is it?”
“Well... I like purple. Purple and green,” she decided. “Why do you ask?”
Harry shrugged. “It’s your birthday on Thursday,...
2022-12-18 08:55:02 +0000 UTC View PostSame Morning.
Monday, Sept. 16
Hagrid’s hut was, as always, cramped, despite being big enough to comfortably fit a dozen men.
The reason for it, Hermione knew, was because of the gamekeeper’s prodigious size; Hagrid was over eleven feet tall, and consequently, most of his possessions were supersized to match, which meant that, no matter how much one tried, when you put the man himself, his huge dog, and two small, but still si...
2022-12-13 08:53:41 +0000 UTC View PostA/N: well, it's been a while.
Thanks for sticking around.
PS: slight retcon to the previous chapter. You might not even notice. If you do, here, have a cookie.
★★★
Sometimes, when Sirius Black slept, he dreamt.
Unlike most people, Sirius’ dreams were rarely fantastic or fictional concoctions of an imaginative mind, instead they were often actual events from his life, playing out in his mind’s eye like scenes from a mug...
2022-12-10 11:27:45 +0000 UTC View PostA/N: dear God, this chapter was a bitch-and-a-half to write.
★★★
Same Morning.
Monday, Sept. 16
“Explain,” Dumbledore said, and Harry gladly obliged.
“Sirius wasn’t the secret keeper to our house in Godric’s Hollow,” Harry said, “it was Peter. He was the one who helped Voldemort find us that night. It was he who let him in.”
Dumbledore paled. “Sirius wasn...
2022-11-27 14:44:02 +0000 UTC View PostA/N: the worst thing about writing is that something that takes you hours (maybe even days) to create, only takes a reader minutes to consume.
The best thing about writing though, is that a billion people can share the same piece of material, and the words will never run out.
★★★
Same Morning.
Monday, Sept. 16
Dumbledore’s office looked as it had the last time Hermione had ent...
2022-11-22 20:14:27 +0000 UTC View PostA/N: this chapter took so long because I was having trouble with the later aspects of it. In the end, I realised that days had gone by without me posting anything, and out of fear of losing momentum, I've clipped out the later half and posted this.
That should be completed and released in two days tops.
★★★
Morning.
Monday, Sept. 16
“I still can’t believe that Jolene’s dea...
2022-11-20 06:47:30 +0000 UTC View PostA/N: I tried to come up with ideas for other POV's in this chapter, but my brain refused to cooperate.
Hope you enjoy this at least.
★★★
The Matron
Night.
Saturday, Sept. 14
Poppy Pomfrey generally liked her job, stressful as it could sometimes be. Children could be quite... dumb, you see, and in the twenty-four years that the witch had worked at Hogwarts,...
2022-11-16 12:41:35 +0000 UTC View PostThat Afternoon.
Sunday, Sept. 15
“I’m hungry,” Harry said a few minutes later, and the boy’s words caused Hermione to realise that she was hungry too.
Quite so, in fact. Which, frankly, was only to be expected, considering she’d barely eaten anything the night before and had skipped breakfast this morning. And that was before taking into consideration the large amount of physical activity she’d engaged in over the last...
2022-11-14 12:26:48 +0000 UTC View PostMorning.
Sunday, Sept. 15
“I think we should do it,” Hermione said.
“I agree,” Harry said. “After all, let’s be honest, if we don’t, then she’s most likely just going to print whatever the hell she wants.”
“That she will,” Dumbledore agreed.
Hermione agreed too, but that didn’t mean that she wanted a situation like the first time they’d met Skeeter, when the woman had basically ambushed them w...
2022-11-12 16:26:31 +0000 UTC View PostMorning.
Sunday, Sept. 15
“I know because Voldemort knew.”
Harry’s words elicited different reactions from the adult members of the room, Hermione noticed.
Madam Bones and Prof. McGonagall both looked confused at what he meant, while The Headmaster peered at the boy intently over his half-moon glasses like he was trying to see right into his soul.
Moody meanwhile, simply said; “Be careful how you use that name,...
2022-11-12 16:19:53 +0000 UTC View PostMorning.
Sunday, Sept. 15
Harry’s sniffles lasted barely a minute, and when he got them under control, he wiped his eyes with his sleeve and gave Hermione a shaky smile.
“I’m fine,” he said. “Thanks.”
Prof. McGonagall looked like she wanted to say something to the boy, but, finally, the witch simply nodded and carried on leading the way.
For the next few minutes, the group walked on silently, and Harry’s ...
2022-11-12 16:15:13 +0000 UTC View PostMorning.
Sunday, Sept. 15
“If you will come with me,” Prof. McGonagall said, and Hermione looked at Harry.
The boy shrugged; they’d both known this was coming, maybe not quite like this, but the point remained.
Looking back at Prof. McGonagall, Hermione nodded and spoke for the both of them: “Okay.”
Prof. McGonagall started to speak, but before she could say anything though, Harry cut in. “Can I use the loo...
2022-11-12 16:11:10 +0000 UTC View PostThe Next Morning.
Sunday, Sept. 15
Hermione Granger woke from a restful, dreamless sleep, thanks to Madam Pomfrey’s potions, to find that she really needed to pee.
The eleven-year-old sat up on the narrow but comfortable infirmary bed she was on, and immediately looked to her left where she knew Harry laid, to find the boy curled up into a little ball and fast asleep under a blanket.
He looked peaceful, unbothered by night...
2022-11-12 16:04:14 +0000 UTC View Post