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Below is my art corner where I can post all of my random pieces of MS Paint Art, Fanfics, and other little fun stuff. Now Note alot of this stuff is EXTREMELY unrated.. and well lets face it down right Smut.
My first entry is going to be a fanfic I titled "The Young and the Pantless", now please note that this story will probably make you never look at the characters the same way again, or atleast become Hinata around them. The story is unfinished because I lost track of time and never got to finish it even though it is on Word 7 pages long. Enjoy!
The Young and the Pantless- Extremely unrated.. ya this is just plain lemon..
Edit- Lemon refers to works of ficiton that are in no way true but are usally used to describe smex fanfics
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“Its 5 o clock and its time for another installment of something that should be saved for midnight TV” a voice shot out, deep and booming but also subtle and with a hint of a British accent, just enough to make young hearts flutter and hearts to beat quickly. The eyes fixed on the TV as the screen went from a small feed of blackness as the title came on, as cheesy as it sounded it was a hit none the less. “The Young…and the Pants-less” the voice changed as the title was spoke, like a younger Sasuke Uchiha it sounded, the mental image of him leaning back and his head cocked to the side looking over his shoulder as he spoke coming to mind to all that heard it. The title was done up in a nice Blackadder ITC style of text (The Young…and the Pants-Less). The title lasted only for a few moments before the image faded toward an overview shot of the Hidden Leaf Village, Konoha for short, like a camera had been mounted to a bird and let loose as the title came back onto the screen over the image as faded and the original voice came back.
The episode starting to recap over the various things that had been seen over the course of the last few episodes, “When we last left the villagers of Konoha, a surprising twist of the secret arrive between Naruto and Ino, their sexual adventures kept secret after Naruto’s return from his private training.” The screen cut to a still of Naruto, his black and orange suit half off as he pinned Ino, her blonde hair in a mess as her purple top was in mid flight across the room and her bare breasts exposed to his mouth as he ravaged them with attention. One hand was arched into air grabbing a pipe above her in a classroom, the pipe actually containing various maps rolled up and hanging above the chalkboard as her other hand dug into his back hard. Both of her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist as he pressed her into the dirty chalk board, her back and hair collecting the chalk and his nails half growing as he released his feral side with her.
“Their relationship exploding over the past few months as Ino acted as a teacher at the Academy, Naruto would slip in behind her after the classes left and release his inner beast.” The image faded to another still as several small bugs flew back to Shino; their bodies glowing slightly show the viewer as he stood far from the academy but still able to peer through the window to witness the event taking place inside. “Shino had been the one to catch them long ago but never said anything; instead he blackmailed Ino into using her Shintenshin no Jutsu, or Mind Body Switch technique, to take control of people Shino wished for a time.” The image cut to Sakura, her eyes rolled back as a unseen female kissed her way down her body, her clothes gone and most of her body completely blocked by her position as the only thing visible was from the swell of her back up, Ino’s face visible in the corner of the screen near the unknown girl with a look of sorrow in her eyes.
Shino’s image appeared, only small bits of his face visible as he hid behind the hood and glasses and his raised mask like shirt over looking a house on a moonless night. Though one couldn’t be seen he had a broad grin to himself as he watched Ino, still possessing the body of his Sensei, Kurenai Yuhi, walking from Sakura’s house with small droplets of honey still visible in her hair and face as it reflected in the light like sparkles. “Shino’s blackmailing had lead people to the belief of a ‘Sex Fairy’, a blonde haired woman wearing a mask that slips into people’s rooms with easy and taking them over forcing them to perform sexual acts they normally wouldn’t. Due to the nature of the crimes the suspects were limitless and the act of doing so was unknown as one could simply transform and hide as the fairy.”
The screen cut to Kiba sitting on a swing set watching a woman pass as Akamaru sat next to him, their mind obviously somewhere else as they watched. Kiba in his normal attire and the large dog with his ears pointed up and watching happily, the dog’s mind just as corrupted as his master’s when it came to certain subjects. “Kiba and Akamaru, the Inuzaka clan members, had lost themselves in a swell of lust and hormones. On the last mission they went on, Kiba and Akamaru had a falling out over their teammate, Hinata. Kiba had always had a thing for her but yet said he would never get involved with a teammate. Akamaru on the other hand overpowered the girl and ripped the front of her jacket and shirt clean off, her bare breasts exposed for her team to see as she froze in fear and embarrassment.” The announcer paused to a show a still picture of the event, tinted slightly blue to show it a past event.
Hinata laid flat on her back next to a camp fire, Shino’s eyes reflecting the light as he was midway between standing and sitting, though his face was hidden the obvious shock of the event visible from the very manner he rose. While he rose a cup fell from his hand, the liquid spilling forth in a spiral as a few droplets beat the rest of the contents out. Kurenai’s eyes were large like saucers as her hand came up to do the only thing it could as she witnessed the event unfurl, her mouth dropped open wide in surprise and her hand cupping her face as she was in mid motion to protect her Kunoichi. Her clothes were much different then the had been years ago as several things caught the reflection of the camp fire, the wedding band around her finger was purposely left the same color giving it a gold hue to the otherwise blue picture. Her breasts were much fuller and partially exposed as she scrambled to get up, her knee length one piece dress with no sleeves doing nothing to hide the new mother’s shapely figure.
Sitting next to the place where she had been was a traveling crib, a hand sticking up holding a rattle obviously scared by the noise as the rattle was starting to fall. Kiba’s hands had found their way around Akamaru’s neck as he tugged feverously to remove the dog from his teammate, his body reacting before the scream from Hinata or even the very act that had happened itself hit Shino and Kurenai’s brains. His eyes were closed tight and his head turned to the side as he yelled curses to stop the beast from hurting the Hyuuga girl, his soles digging into the ground making small holes as the dirt was compacted under the strain of his muscles. Hinata’s body was in a mix of a scream and cry, one hand trying to push the dog’s face away and the other trying to protect her chest from not only him but the rest of her team from seeing. Small shreds of clothing were flying through the air of the frozen picture.
A heavy blush was left uncolored, so the very color could be seen as she closed her eyes tight and kicked with her legs at the dog’s stomach to stop him. Her nipples are barely visible from the way her hand is shielding herself as they appear pert and her scream showing a small amount of white smoke as her warm breath hit the air on a chilled night. The last thing to fade out of the blue is the red of Akamaru’s eyes, his normally shut eyes open to reveal red pupils matching his name. He wanted something and it showed in his eyes.
“It took them several minutes to get the Inuzuka dog off the girl but this lead to a split in the team. To the one side Hinata, brought to tears over the event refused to come any closer then the edge of the light, her body wrapped tight in a blanket as she tried to avoid even looking at the males of her team. Shino was left to watch over the young boy as his mother tried to comfort the girl. Kiba and Akamaru had wondered into the forest and Kiba had returned several hours later, though Akamaru did not return till daylight, muddied and with his tail between his legs.”
The screen turned on last time from the image of Hinata, her back pressed against the ground with the dog ripping at her clothes in lust. Instead it turned simply to a single quick clip of Neji, his reflection barely visible through the steam covering his bathroom mirror as he brought his hand up and ran it along the foggy glass. The camera shot from a behind view to a close up of his damp face as a single drop of water ran from his soaked hairline down between his eyes and down the bridge of his nose. His lips turning upwards as he smirked, just the corner of his mouth rising as the view shot back over his shoulder. His naked form shrouded in the heavy steam as what he had written was already beginning to fade with condensation as he gave a smug grin and a swirling wind sound echoed through the bathroom and the steam whooshed away rapidly. ‘#1 Spot’ sat written neatly across his mirror as his lips cracked open as he began to speak, just one simple word before it cut to darkness “Ka-boom.”
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The scene shifted from the bathroom to a shoji door, the sound of running water inside as the door slid open exposing Hinata, her body covered in suds as she sat on a small stool, a shower head spraying water down onto her. Her near back length hair soaked through and sticking to her body as her she worked her hands over her chest, her hands stopping at her breasts as she cupped them and stared. They were nothing compared to the other girls, her body had become more shapely but yet her breasts had grown just a bit in the 3 years since Naruto had last seen her. Really the change was quite different but not enough for Naruto to notice her, she sighed heavily and cupped the heavy breasts staring toward the dark areola as the steam started to fill the bathroom and her eyes traveled more toward her legs. Her breasts went from handfuls just 3 years earlier to now she almost had to wear a D cup size, though she rarely wore a bra as she felt uncomfortable in it.
Between her legs sat a small tuff of Persian indigo hair in a nicely kept strip, just barely the width of her finger from the tip of her folds stopping middle of her pubic area. The water had soaked the hair as she just watched the streams of water falling down between her breasts and across her stomach which had become well toned with work. She watched with a growing blush as the trail of water worked down and split at the tip of her hair and continued down in two smaller streams to her folds. The warm water against the area making her face grow hot as she closed her legs and let her breasts go quickly to stop it, she hadn’t so much as touched herself let alone been touched by someone else. Her eyes closed as she crossed her arms across her chest and leaned her entire body forward onto her knees as she had so many mixed feelings about recent events. Her Naruto was to be the first one to see her and yet now she had been not only by Shino and Kiba but also Akamaru and her sensei.
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With a heavy sigh she reached forward and rotated the small lever as the water began to slow to a small drip before finally it stopped completely. Hinata’s hand remained on the lever as rested on a small seat, she had originally wanted a bath but after getting ready for she was already too tired. No light was coming through the opaque windows specially made for the bathrooms as the heir to the Hyuuga clan stood up, steam vapors flowing around her and sticking to her already damp skin. The uncomfortable feeling of her hair tickling far down her back as she walked, the small puddles of water squishing under her feet as she worked her way to the towel near the door and began to dry off. With one hand she ran the towel along her body quickly to get dry but with the other she tried to collect all of her hair from the nape of her neck and pull it from her back but that was when she heard something.
For a moment she stared around the empty bathing area before her eyes traveled up to the vent where steam was allowed to escape from, and with the towel pressed tightly against her chest she peered up into it. Voices were echoing forth from the outside, people standing on the roof talking near the pipe. She couldn’t make out who it was that was speaking but she could tell it was a male and female voice, the females voice carrying so quite it was almost drowned out by the drip of water from the shower head. The male’s voice caused a familiar shiver to run up her back, her cheeks to go flush, as she could place the way the voice carried with the face it belonged to. She liked her teammate that was for sure but there was something about Shino that always caused a shiver to run up her back when he said anything after a long silence, on more then one occasion she had visibly jumped when she didn’t relies he was standing next to her.
Unconsciously the shiver caused her body to grow Goosebumps as she continued listening, the damp cloth pressed tightly against her chest with one hand as her nipples pressed against it. As her breathing finally returned to normal she felt the uncomfortable brush of sensitive flesh against cotton as she looked down and moved her towel, the Goosebumps that had ran from head to toe and back down had caused her nipples to harden again. The Japanese pink colored skin at the centers of her breasts were standing pert causing Hinata’s hands to instinctively bring the towel back up rapidly to hide them from peering eyes of no else in the room. Several small wet smacks followed her as she ran through the damp floor and into the changing area, her hair still damp as she shakingly but hurriedly dressed herself.
There was a crash above her that made her nearly scream as she fell to a crouch, her knees and lower legs pressed together as they bent at the knees and she sat on her ankles, her knees off the ground as she felt her panties pressing against the still damp skin of her feet. Her thighs were squeezed tightly together as if to prevent some unknown intruder from seeing them as she covered her head expecting the roof to come down on top of her, her lavender eyes rising up slowly to peer at the ceiling to inspect it for cracks. There was nothing, no sign that something had connected with the roof hard above her, it was simply her and no one else. Hinata’s head dropped down to rest her forehead against her knees, strands of wet hair falling as she could feel a bead of water running from the end of her long hair down her spine and slip between her cheeks making her entire body shoot up in a fluster.
A small black bug flew through the air duct, following the steam straight up and through the supports of the roof as it exploded forth from the opening. Its body was soaked but it could still fly as it landed on Shino’s finger tip and began to silently communicate with the Chuunin, all the while trying to dry itself off. “Hinata heard us speaking. If she…I suggest we use Ino, My Master.” Shino’s voice carried out in a quite but cold state as she spoke, staring toward the bug. His eyes traveling from the bug slowly he watched the kneeling figure in front of him, a small bit of irony in the terms of what had happened through recent events making the position all the better.
He, as it most definitely was given who he was, was dressed simply in ankle long pants that tied at the waist, much like overly grey sweatpants but made of a lighter material. No shirt exposing his arms and chest to the cold night air as winter was drawing closer and a ring hung around his neck by a chain, a large red flat surface on top with a white kanji meaning Scarlet hung from his neck. A blindfold tied across his eyes and a second one to keep his vision completely impaired to protect his own as she sat on his back, his chin length black hair now unkept and grown down slightly to rest at the middle of his neck hanged down and his fingers remained in mittens and bound behind his back to prevent the formation of hand seals.
A heel came down onto his thigh as he winced and lowered farther, a collar around his neck visible now as a small figure stepped down, and she was wearing a simply black night gown with long sleeves and covered completely down to her ankles. Black hair down past her ankles but a small group of hanging from the right side of her head down to touch the left side of her jaw line, her stature small compared to the way she treated one of the most dangerous criminals in the village’s history. Pale lavender eyes stared toward Shino’s through his glasses with such intent it even made him faulter for a moment and peer to the side without his head visibly moving. “No, leave her be for now. My sister is too timid to speak up on the subject let alone figure out what I really plan on doing.”
Her hands ran down the ninja’s spine as he remained bent over and his body shot up in a small struggle, but a sudden burst of chakra into the swell of his back making his body freeze and tense. Her fingers pressed into the skin hard as signs of abuse became apparent to Shino in the moonlight, breaking in a new pet so to speak. Shino himself towered over the girl by almost a foot but yet he was at her whim, her pet over a foot and a half taller then her himself but it didn’t matter how big he was as he was brought down by a child. His head nodded and he bowed down, his knees bending as he fell to the tile lined ceiling with both knuckles pressed firm against the surface as he bent at the waist and pressed his forehead into the tips of her toes. “Yes, Mistress Hanabi” he whispered out and vanished, the gust of wind causing Hanabi’s nightgown to fire up into the air exposing everything below her knees as she gave a small grin and took hold of the chain attached to the collar of her pet.
“Come Itachi.” She said with a small grin and led him back to her room, his insults and yells going unheard through the gag he wore to prevent others from finding him, his mouth itself sealed with a special Jutsu. At first he began to resist but those thoughts were quickly washed away as she tugged; something he knew would be a bad thing if she tugged again. One of the strongest missing ninjas in all of Konoha was at the bidding of a 10 year old girl, something he could never tell Kisame about, the sharked skinned bastard would die of laughter…The Hyuuga clan will be the next ones to go extinct if I ever get free of these binds. Itachi thought to himself with an angry glare into the darkness of his blindfolds, his hands wiggling softly behind his back against the seal but to no avail.
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Hinata’s fingers trailed across the hem of her shirt as she stared at her reflection in her mirror, she had just finished brushing her hair as she stared back into her own lavender eyes. She studied every bit of her face to see if there was something wrong with the way she looked; could it be possible that Naruto…That Naruto doesn’t like my eyes? I…I know I don’t have very fine curves and my chest isn’t that big but he hasn’t so much as looked at me…Her eyes fell for a moment to the reflection of her chest, her nightshirt was hugging it tightly and in vein to hide the shape of them as she stood up. Her Nightshirt was simply a very long shirt that stretched past her hips but still kept a tight form to it, much like a short one piece dress.
It was made of some kind of cotton mix that she never really bothered to learn about, the shapes of her breasts tightly outlined as her panties clung to her as she began to slip her arms into the sleeves of her jacket. The jacket was just long enough to make her chest seem 3 sizes smaller in cup then it really was; the front of the jacket enough to act like a second night gown. It was getting closer to winter as the nights were colder but yet she felt uncomfortable without her familiar dull purple jacket. As the heiress made her way across her silent room she stopped and peered from left to right, an uneasy tingling in the base of her skull causing the hairs upon her neck to stand on end.
The feeling of being watched was creeping through every pore on her body as she hurriedly climbed into her bed, a quick flash of purple and white side bar striped panties covering the whole of her rear and dipping between her thighs to hide the tiny strip of hair and another sort of Japanese pink. The two layers of blankets that covered her small bed, a heavy comforter and a second thinner blanket were tossed over the girl as fear over rid her senses. She could have easily peered with her Byakugan, her kekkai genkai, to see if someone truly was watching her but that was strictly against the rules within the compound walls.
The covers were held tightly above her head as she closed her eyes to make the feeling fade away, her entire body shivering with fear as she tugged her knees against her chest. The two layers of blankets falling over her as she waited for the feeling to pass; it was still there, tingling in the back of her skull. Every cell in her body was telling her to run as she felt the tingling run down her spine as it felt as if the person watching her was right next to her. Her arms came close together against her chest, the fear building reminding her of when Akamaru had attacked her, her mouth started to open in a scream but the tingling vanished. Her head shot up as she peered around the room, nothing was out of the ordinary, the paranoia of someone watching her leaving like rain running down a window.
Cold shivers were running down Hinata’s back as she looked around the room slowly one last time, her hand shakingly reaching for the light as it flicked off, her head vanishing under the covers quickly as the only light left was the moon. Hanging high in the sky it was partially covered by the clouds lazily making their way across the night sky, the few rays that peaked by casted light into Hinata’s bedroom, light and shadows. One of the shadows outside of her room began to move as Shino stepped out of the light, his eyes focused on the girl as she hid under her covers. “Fear can be a powerful thing, even on allies. Produce Fear in a person and that person will learn to avoid that situation, put enough Fear into a human’s heart and they will turn a blind eye to events. Try to sleep tonight with the Fear teammate.”
His body vanished into the shadows; a small whoosh of wind followed him up and over the wall as he landed outside of the compound walls. A small swarm of bugs crawling out of the holes upon his cheek and flew into the air to do their host’s bidding. The 7 bugs began to gain altitude as they flew across the city, one of them stopping infront of a small window. As it crawled into the tiny crack no bigger then its body the bug’s eyes rotated around and focused on the sight of the room. Against one wall was a small bed, big enough for one to sleep on with faint purple sheets, a desk containing various flowers and books on them. A mirror sat on the desk with a brush infront of it, blonde strands of long hair wrapped around the small buds of the flower shaped hair brush.
Sprawled across the bed laid Ino, her blonde hair bloomed around under her as she fell onto the bed back first, her hair ties flying across the room as she fell. Rubbing her eyes softly she sat up slightly, her opaque window and locked door allowing her to lay in her under wear. She stared down at her breasts and cupped them, Naruto’s teeth marks still visible along the inside curves of her bosom as he had suckled on them extremely hard earlier in the day. Small scratches ran along the outside curves from his nails as she winced slightly and felt the pain from more claw marks along her inner thighs where he pulled the fishnets and her skirt away. Sitting up slowly her hands caught the string of her panties and pulled them away, the small tie that held the sheer white lace in place falling away without any resistance.
Anyway. Ignoring Razor's crappy edit to my awsome picture.
New Story! Called JACK!
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“I do have a bit of a story to tell, something I never told your father children, and it was something I wanted to take to the grave with me.” The old woman spoke in a small rasp as her age had turned against her beauty. The once shimmering red hair that reached the swell of her back and curled all the way was now gray and straight. Her features were rough and aged to cover her face and arms in wrinkles, though there was one thing that never grew old with her, her memory. Her children had long since learned never to question her memory when it came to subjects and they often were scolded for things that they did when they were infants.
The first of the three girls looked over at her mother as she stood leaning against the doorframe of their room, their father had long since died leaving the three girls under the care of their aged mother. With little more then what he had left they made it through and now all three girls, 18, 17, and 16 were getting ready for a Halloween party. The oldest of the three had the same shimmering red hair as her mother that stopped half way down her back, haunting green eyes that showed off their Celtic heritage. She was dressed in a long flowing gown that made her look like a princess, a diamond like mask covering the bridge of her nose and eyes, rope clasps holding it in place.
The Second oldest had a dirtier red then the oldest, the mix of red and black hair from their parents coming down short and spiked ending near her neck, her eyes just as red as their mother’s. People would often share that she was identical to her eldest sister and their mother when she was younger, though she could never see it and figured it was just a statement. She cupped her brassiere to make her ample chest appear large and more of the tops of her breasts to become visible as she watched her mother through the reflection of the full length mirror. She had a corset that was actually an open front and back and went down to her navel leaving her breasts covered by the sides and the strings just tied along her fronts and back. There was more to the costume though she had yet to put it on as she worked to stack up with the walking pair of breasts known as her sister.
The youngest of the 3 girls though she was the youngest of 7 over their mother and father’s 50 years of marriage. Though she shared more in common with her father then any of the three girls she preferred to keep her hair at a comfortable middle, the shoulder blade length more black and maroon then fire truck red hair ending in curls but straight the rest of the way down. More of a tomboy then a lady though for the night she needed to dress up, not for anyone else but herself, and she was happy with her costume. Low around her hips was a gold belt that was also the start of her dress, her entire midriff exposed as the sky blue material fell to the ground and formed a large flowing multilayer dress, the very beginning of the material visibly starting at her right hip and working its way all the around down in a spiral to the last piece hidden against her left hip. A gold fishnet style accessory hung from a set of gold rings flowing around her waist, and her hair down up in a pair of straight pigtails starting at the corners of her head and hanging back and down. A blue tank top that started at the middle of her ribs and tied behind her neck with a low cut front, that was covered by a blue veil around the front of her mouth that hooked around her ears.
Their mother watched them with a small smile as she remembered the events she was about to tell them of, a story that not even their father had known in all the years that they had been married. “Come girls, sit. You’ll have plenty of time to finish when I tell you my story, it will be for your own good...especially yours Aine” she said with a smile motioning to the eldest girl, a startled and confused look creeping across her face as she stopped and dropped down on the bed in a graceful motion. Roisin, the middle girl looked back with a confused stare at her mother, her accent sometimes slipping heavily making her words sometimes unintelligible to the girl but she could have sworn it sounded like a warning. Siofra’s eyes darted back as she fixed her belt with a jingle, her entire body turning as she stared toward her mother and leaned against the desk.
The mother nodded and smiled as she walked toward the window with the help of her cane. “It’s a warning I was told as a girl but I never believed it either, but I’ve raised you girls as best as I could and now I want you to listen. Tonight the fog will grow thick as it always does this time of year but if one of you girls were to get lost beware of the one named Jack.” Her eyes closed for a moment as she felt something she hadn’t felt in many years as she stared out over the moor to the creeping fog, lights from houses piercing the dark as she sighed. “It was over 60 years ago. Long before I met your father and enjoyed a happy marriage with him. I was attending a ball much like you girls are a dance, a get together whatever you want to call it. I was frustrated with my date, old class sweetheart that I had a crush on, but that isn’t the point of my story.”
She paused and looked back as Roisin’s eyes caught her other’s in the reflection and spun around quickly to give her the full attention she demanded with just a look. “I was huffed, and I left the dance and began to walk back to my home…back here to this house” her hands ran across the wood windows of the old house, build long before her time by her grandfather. It had been updated with modern marvels, but it still had its old home feeling, the only thing that really comforted her through the nights. “As I was walking I noticed a glow coming from the forest, being 18 as I was and having grown up I figured it to be one of the wee folk, spirits, or possibly a Will o the Wisp, but it was none of these. As I continued down the road the fog became too thick and I found myself in the cemetery, it was always a creepy place.”
Her eyes gazed back at her three daughters as the youngest stuck her tongue out under the mask at the idea of a cemetery. “No my little Elf, its not as you think, the local cemetery is always very well taken care of. It’s lovely during the day but just the simple fact of being there during the night in the heavy fog makes one…imagine things that aren’t there. Though I wish it was just that and not something else that I saw that night, I wanted to leave but the light I had seen came back, this time it wasn’t some far away phantom but instead it hovered behind a tree. A pumpkin carved with a face containing a single burning candle attached to a stick, the fog simply seemed to flow away from the flame as if it was a holy device against evil.”
Her bottom lip began to quiver as she smiled a little, her reflection blocked by the dark night coming through the window so they couldn’t see the tears running down her face. “That’s when he stepped out. Oh you girls should have seen him, he was as handsome as any man could possibly be, there is a saying of ‘Beauty won’t make the pot boil’, but this man was the exception to that saying. Fire red locks hung from his head and even had his mother’s curls, a small speck of dirt on his chin and cheek and a smile that could make a banshee blush and stop her keening. He held this pumpkin aloft by the end of this stick and for a moment I admit I thought he was the reincarnation of Elatha himself. He had no shoes and his slacks were pulled up to his knees to keep them free of dirt and his sleeves pulled to his elbows.” She paused for a moment as she caught herself describing the very thing she was trying to warn her daughters of.
Their mother spun around in a huff as she stopped her old foot to the floor board the look in her eyes a mix of passion and anger. “He is a thief! He will rob you blind, not of your material possessions but of your heart. He’ll steal you of your love for any other but him as he…” her voice caught as the blood flowed to her cheeks and colored them slightly. “He’ll try to use his silver tongue to shy his way into your heart and under your dress but don’t let him! I made that mistake so long ago, I couldn’t escape his gaze, the way he stared at me made every pore on my body open with sweat as I tried to back away but as my brain said no, my body said yes.”
By now the three girls had all joined together on one bed watching their mother, they had never seen her like this before, her cheeks were even flushed as she tried to finish her story. “He didn’t even have to say a word and I was already flustered with him. The edge of my dress dragged across the ground lightly as I worked through the stone markers to the man. I don’t know what came over me…it was as if…the first time I saw his mouth open to speak to me I had to have him. As he spoke just one small query as it if I was lost I tackled him to the ground in a thrall of passion, my lips crashed into his as the stick in his hand fell…or so I thought, instead it simply remained hovering in the air above us. Oh the cold air that was around us was gone in a flash as our bodies pressed together and I could have sworn his hands passed right through my dress and touched the very core of my being.”
She stopped talking as a visible shiver ran down her spine, her eyes closed tight as she spun back toward the window with a huff as she tried to regain composer. “It was that night that I lost my flower, and my heart. Oh for years I regretted it, but it was as if he was still there, always in my heart that just wouldn’t go away.” The doorbell broke her story as she nearly jumped and clutched her heart. She exhaled heavily and turned toward the door as the youngest rushed out to let their dates in, British boys and an American surfer. Their choice in made her want to laugh at the irony of a surfer in the emerald isles, but she put on her best face as the three young men entered and greeted her with the respect on horrible parenting taught. She sighed and smiled toward the three girls and began to make her way to the living room, her rocking chair turned to look out the window and her back to the fire.
Her eyes closed slightly as she rocked and thought to herself of her first and only true love in that devil known as Jack. The sound of the car doors closing caused her to open her eyes as she began to stir and rise up. Walking over slowly she pulled out a cup and a bottle of Whiskey, the glass being half full before her brain registered what her ears had heard. The front door was opening, and in as quick as movement as her old bones had done in many years she turned toward the forayer, the glow coming from it making her eyes grow wide. The first thing that became visible for the old woman was the bane of her dreams for so long, the red hair like fire as she let out a gasp and pressed into the wall next to her fireplace.
The smile he gave her made her legs almost want to give out as he opened his mouth with a voice that sounded like something from a dream as he stood there, not a day older or younger than and still as handsome as she remembered. “It would be rude not to pour a guest some fine whiskey.” He said as he looked toward her and walked into the living room. She just nodded like a school girl staring at her favorite idol as she carried the bottle to the table, a pair of glasses already waiting for her. Setting the bottle down her old body fell into the chair with a soft creek of wood and she began to pour him a full glass, and finished out pouring her own. With one hand still holding the pumpkin on a stick aloft the other snatched up the glass and held it out in front of him as she stared up and did the same.
“May your glass be ever full. May the roof over your head be always strong. And may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead.”
He smiled toward her and swallowed the whiskey in one gulp after finishing his toast, her hands shakingly taking the glass to her lips as she began to drink and finished her half in just a few short swallows. As the glass touched the table next to her she felt as gasp leap from her throat as his hand caught her hand and he lifted her up, not the old bones that she had been use to for so long, but instead her body was light and young again. She wore the same dress she had on the night she met him as she pretended to be a fairy at the dance, small fake wings on her back. She looked toward him and then the tired old body that sat in the chair, her chest not moving as she turned back toward him in a confused stare. “Come along lass, there are only 30 short minutes for you to be young again.”
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Aine let out an angry growl as she sat outside, her mask in her lap as she peered out over the fog covered night. Her date inside flirting with other girls as her sisters sat behind her trying to comfort her but nothing was working. The flicker of light caught their attention as they looked ahead and tried to peer through the mist. Like the moon itself knew they were trying to see the clouds began to part and they watched a couple dance. The young man in slacks and a shirt holding a stick with a glowing pumpkin head on the end as he danced through the fields with a young girl. Her red hair curled and reaching the swell of her back as she seemed as happy as could be as they danced over what the girls knew was the cemetery. Aine’s eyes became wide as she nearly screamed in panic and rushed down the steps and began to run home.
The door was closed and locked as she struggled to open it and finally slipped the key in as she froze, dirty bare feet starting at the door and working around into the living room where her mother sat propped up in a chair. The feet stopping at a table with a pair of glasses and a half empty bottle of whiskey sat. The heavy smell of pumpkin mixing with the aroma of the whiskey as the girl’s knees grew weak and her head turned back toward the door.
So I got bored and decided to total up my post count for the main arc, and while the paragraphs arent exactly correct, the word count is. Thats right. In 6 pages of the main arc I have done a grand total of 21,745 words.
EDIT- With the latest post to finish off the second part of the arc I reached a grand total of 22,613 words. YAY!
Ok first off we've figured out time and distance for the Map using Manga found information:
Using Kroms Map from the Kreativiy Korner it's 12 Kilometers Konoha to Otafuku Gai and 24 Kilometers from Konoha to the Valley of the End.
According to the Marines fitness test a human can run 3 miles in 15 minutes. This however is on flat ground much like a track. Making the time null and void for what we are trying to do. So we went and took my running time on a treadmill doing interval Mountain terrain and then through the trails in the park with back packs on that weighed about 10 lbs. The times figured out were based on our own version of reenactment of the trails everyone would be traveling Adding in pack weight, terrain, urgency and posted mishaps.
Tansei went to go find Teiko in the tents at 5:30am.
Teiko and Tansei left Kiro at 6 am.
To the Mountains it is 2 miles.
They got to the Mountains at 6:30am
To cross through the mountains took another 45 minutes. So it's now 7:15am.
From the Mountains to the Valley of the End is 7 miles. Which would have been 2 hours and 10 minutes. Making it 9:30 am When Teiko and Tansei Arrived. ---------------------------- Exia is meeting up with the group at the Kiro village gates at 9 am.
Killer, Exia, Tim were leaving Kiro at 9-9:30 am.
Renki apparently left at 6 am but Renki went the long way. He avoided the Mountain all together. So he arrived at the Valley of the End 1 hour to an 1 hour and 45 minutes later because he had avoided several mountains. So he would Arrive at the Valley of the End at 11 am.
----------------------------- Most of you didn't leave Kirogakure so your times were null and void as you just appeared at the Valley of the End. No worries on this, just making it clear.
The fact that it was 11 pm - midnight at the Valley when everyone Arrived was a time miscalculation on Kroms and I's part because we didn't know what the Distance and travel time was.
This has been corrected in Part III of the Arc. And in either Teiko's or Tansei's post will host the correct times and distances so we're all on the same page at least.
Thanks guys for making the site what it is and Rping.
Sincerely, the Kunai Knights Team President: Micha V.P.: Krom Secretary of State: I.D.
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ARC
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Time & Distance: It would take 6 hours and 10 minutes to get from the Valley of the End to the Taki check point. Shadou and Renki would be another 20 minutes or so because they are on the other side of the river and that 20 minutes is finding some place to get down from their positions. (This is not to be argued.)
END of PART II: Occurs at 6:30 a.m.
START of PART III:1 pm. When everyone arrives at the Taki check point. You are going to be resting after this point as none of you have slept in over 24 hours.
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They had done it, they made it to the second check point, though more than a few of them were a little worse for wear. Exhausted and wounded, the Kiro genin and Academy Students filter into the small abandon home recovering from their journey. The unexpected run in with what could possibly have been Tadashii leaving them with little choice but to take the time to rest and recover. The voyage to Kusagakure turning out to be more hazardous and time consuming then first assumed.
They sit now at the check point on the boarder of Takigakure and Kusagakure the sound of the Curtain echoing through the Valley along with the cries and curses of the wounded being treated for injury. But this was it. They were in the final stretch that would take them behind the enemy lines of Kusagakure, where danger would hang in the air like a looming shadow over them. Their medicinal retrieval and impromptu escort mission nearly complete, all they'd have to do was get in, get it and get out.
Once they cross the Curtain it's all about survival. There have been rumors and hushed words of mouth before they left Kirogakure of the mingling bandits, rouge nin's and Tadashii along their path but there was no clue as to what lay in wait for them inside the boarder. The only one who would know such things would be the Kusa nin they were escorting, ...speaking of which where were they? Both she and Tansei had left them back at the Valley of the End.
Upon entering the Taki/Kusagakure boarders there are several high-level guards around Kusa [employed by Tadashii] to act as a second and third lines of defense. These individuals are stronger than the average Genin, how they travel is unknown but assumed to be in groups of two or more.
You have already failed in taking the first line of defense against the Tadashii out. Any to all of these members have escaped still in tact and are heading back to possibly inform the ruling Tadashii member, and making the mission nearly impossible to complete. Pray that the latter doesn't occur.
You should in this next Arc;
Find and/or locate Tansei and Teiko
Run into one or more of the groups of these Kusagakure Tadashii guards.
Acquire the medicine for Hadaka.
Any other encounters you may go up against could alter these plans so try to stay on task.
Once again you are also allowed to switch teams, and redo them if you wish. You can also, if you want take, it solo, but chances are you'll die if you're not careful.
There is no time limit on how long this section of the arc lasts. Only in character will time be an issue. Also please note members who were not in the last part, may join in this one. But please contact either I.D., Krom, or Micha for details.
This is your current location, the Taki checkpoint also known as the Broken Down Palace. To the right you are heading up stream towards waterfall301
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Which leads deeper into Taki and feeds the river you are all looking that that in turn feeds the Curtain.
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To the left you are heading down stream back towards the Curtain. From there you have to find a way across the canyon gap to the other side, which is Kusa's boarder.
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Looking at this picture you guys are right side where the waterfalls are back in the valley that houses the check point. Your objective is to get to the left side of the land that is Kusa. There are several ways for you to cross, however from your location many of them are unavailable to you. There is one that is relatively close to your location. The Shodo Shoshin Pass.
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The Shodo Shoshin Pass is a very old, ancient and unkept rope bridge. One that only the desperate, the wicked, or the escaping use to cross boarders. It hangs meticulously across the deadly gap connecting the two countries and offers immediate passage without having to run into many "official" obstacles and paper work. After all who's nuts enough to cross that piece of oni floss anyway?
It's barely visible to the untrained eye unless you notice the way the sea gulls are suddenly perched in mid air. Your job is to locate this bridge. *cough* follow the well worn footpath from the checkpoint *cough* That will take you to the edge where you will have to find the hidden route over to the bridge and then get across it. The three ropes that make up the sides and bottom are fat and sturdy looking but I can guarantee you that they are anything but truthful in their appearance.
So While talking with ID earlier while she worked on her post for the arc and I kept trying to force her/distract her. We started listening to music on Youtube using various little search results. And one came up and as I watched it I couldnt help but stare in confusion because it made me tip my head from right to left repeatedly.
Then it dawned on me. It was a Kunai Knight's Music Video. Its as if someone had taken several members of this site, made them hot japanese men, and gave them a song to sing. Using a video that Kyuubi had decided on..
But wait.. That doesnt sound right..
We need a cast right?
Micah: Scientist Tim: Art Teacher Kyuubi: Gym Teacher Shadowbear: English Teacher Killer: History Teacher
So. To go along with my Tobi Picture, I bring you Kisame! And I dont want to hear it about his head being egg shaped >> I dont have a waycon tablet like SOMEONE ELSE *eye daggers at ID* so I have to do.