Spring had been a long time coming this year, as Sakura had noted, but now it had started to make itself known throughout the city. Naruto was mildly surprised to realise that he’d seen this change of seasons two full times now; somehow it still seemed like it was only yesterday that he’d arrived at Tsunade’s school. And got into a scrap with ( Read more... )

Despite having had less than four hours sleep - he'd stayed late at Queens Supreme, hanging out with Coco and some of their regulars and just generally having an awesome time - Naruto was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as he threw himself onto the living room floor and excitedly pushed his video into the player. For once he felt like having a ( Read more... )

Kurenai was not looking forward to this. At all. She and Tsunade had worked out a perfectly respectable, reasonable, plausible cast listing. She'd written it out herself, all ready to announce tonight. Naturally, some auditionees would be disappointed; that was only natural. All in all, though, they'd made the right choices, and that piece of ( Read more... )

The first thing Kurenai noticed upon setting one elegantly-shod foot into the school's somewhat-dilapidated hall was that the floors had been polished, and actually looked like wood as opposed to a packed-down collection of dust. She paused and twisted her foot on it experimentally, thoroughly approving of the easy way her stilettos pivoted across ( Read more... )

With a contented smirk, Kiba finally finished off the beer he'd been nursing. To his left sat the giggling girl he was currently chatting up; he was actually a little surprised at how well it was going. Well, it helped that she was drunk, probably. His warpaint had been a good conversation starter throughout the evening, and he was sort of ( Read more... )

Surprising though it would have been to many, Kiba harboured a secret fondness for somewhat out-of-date, pedantic playwrights. He'd discovered this relatively recently, after curiously showing up at a production of Henrik Ibsen's famous 'Peer Gynt'. However, at the moment, he was lounging carelessly across a moderately-uncomfortable library chair ( Read more... )

He was going to kill him for this. What the hell?! Not that he was particularly obsessed with his hair, but it was, it was--god help him--ORANGE. ORANGE. Naruto was dead. He was living on borrowed time and he would be lucky--LUCKY--to inch out one word before his fist smashed into that face to begin a long torturous death. Since he wasn't in ( Read more... )

Naruto had a fine tradition of pulling pranks, but so far he'd behaved himself fairly well in New York. However, it was Halloween, and he couldn't resist it any longer. His broken wrist meant he had more time to sit and plan out various devious deeds, and this year he thought he'd truly outdone himself ( Read more... )

Sometimes Naruto was a little careless about things.  All sorts of things, from the way he dressed, to what he ate, to the way he 'tidied' up his side of the dorm room.  Usually, however, he was very careful about two things: his pet frog, Ferdinand, and closing the room door properly (especially since those sneaky reporters had invaded it).

Today, ( Read more... )

Zetsu was a recluse. He hid from the other students, preferring to hide in the darkness behind the curtains as he coaxed the sound system into life. He disliked conversation as he was, rather surprisingly, shy of strangers. So he tended to drown out the world around him with his studio headphones and get the work done without complaint. He talked ( Read more... )