*sitting in a chair in front of the window in her room; there's a wrapped (and slightly crumpled) package on her lap, and she's got one hand resting on top of it, as if she wants to make sure she's keeping track of it; she's also got a shawl around her shoulders, which does an excellent job of hiding the fact that her right arm is bandaged pretty ( Read more... )

*has, like so many others, tried everything she can think of to get out of the imprisoning doorway, or dislodge the mistletoe--everything from simple kunai and shuriken to select Uchiha fire katons--and though the door frame is charred and chipped, the mistletoe remains entirely unscathed ( Read more... )

Well, it's taken a while, but I think I've familiarised myself with the layout of this school (particularly the kitchen) and its grounds to an acceptable level. I know there probably isn't any use for such knowledge, but. Old habits die hard, I suppose ( Read more... )

…A train? How strange. I haven’t ridden on one of these since--well, it must have been on that ANBU mission to Iwa fifteen years ago, before Itachi was born. But there aren’t any trains in Konoha ( Read more... )