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NaruKaru: The Cake IncidentAuthor's Notes: NaruKaru tiem!
When Naruto woke up this morning, he didn't imagine that this would happen. But sure enough there he was with Karui in the kitchen, trying to bake a cake. He didn't expect this to happen though, usually when Karui came to Konoha, something like this wasn't on the agenda. Usually they just spent time together, and he wasn't all that sure why.
"Why did you want to do this again ?" he asked in a confused manner as he pulled the cake from the oven setting it on the counter.
The brown skinned kunoichi blushed furiously and looked to the side as she nonchalantly said, " N-No reason "
"It just doesn't seem like something you would like Karui-chan! You just don't come across as that kind of girl" he commented with a cheeky grin.
Veins formed on her forehead and about her eyes, "That kind of girl!?" she inwardly raged before she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and began shouting, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT KIND OF GIRL!? I CAN BE AS
NaruSamu: Subtle HintsNaruto often played host when the girls from Kumogakure came to Konohagakure, primarily because he was a gentleman. They knew he wouldn't try anything. But perhaps, just perhaps one of them wanted him to.
"She said she just needed to change her clothes real quick real quick my-" Naruto stopped his complaining in mid sentence when the bathroom door opened, and out walked the person he was complaining about, Samui. Needless to say he was quieted by her very appearance.
"Sorry it took so long, Naruto." serenely Samui said as she walked over to him, as she reached him, waved her hand front of his face, wondering if he was alright, so she asked, "Naruto? Are you okay?"
"Uh huh ?" he replied with an upward inflection as he looked at her, pleated skirt, tank top, with some ice like patterns, and a light jacket.
' Sigh why does this happen with every guy I like! They all turn to mush when I give them a hint that they can hit on me!' she fumed mentally, while her face remain
NaruIno: Fools Rush InAuthor's Note: Another drabble!
After the war, things kind of got quieter, Ninja just weren't needed quite as much. As such, many found trades, or part time jobs to make ends meet. Even the hero of the war was no exception. His part time job was one many didn't expect, working at Yamanaka Floral. And normally the store was quite lively, given the fact Ino and Naruto were co-winners of the loudest person in Konoha award, but today was a touch different.
Naruto just stood in front of Ino, his jaw hanging wide open in shock. Something she said obviously was enough to quiet him down.
"Whaaaaaaaaaat?!" she whined as she jabbed his forehead, not understanding why he was so shocked.
"You said we should get married this afternoon! Ino-chan, your dad nearly had a heart attack when he caught us in the supply closet!" exclaimed Naruto, his eye twitching, it was true he was impulsive, but even the idea of getting a quickie marriage was a bit much for him.
The blue eyed kunoichi blushed furiously a
NaruKari: Their Happy EndingAuthor's Note: Somethin for Valentines to lift the spirits of the NaruKari fandom, since it was trolled.
It was another day in Konoha, four years since the end of the Fourth Great Ninja War. And through the streets strode Karin, who was being followed by, a moving pile of shopping bags?
"Karin-chaaaan? I think we have enough!! I can't even see!!" whined a voice underneath all the bags of clothing, house wares, and groceries.
The redhead spun around and put her hand up against one of the bags that was blocking his view so he knew to stop. As soon as he stopped she moved the bag so he could see her, as she sternly said, "Enough? Naruto-kun, we're going to be taking a big step soon! We need a lot of new things for our new house! Don't you want to have nice things?"
"Yeah " he exasperatedly said, as he hung his head in defeat, he couldn't argue with her on that fact.
"It'll make things easier for us once we're married too!" she exclaimed as she adjusted her glasses as she repositioned
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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