I live!
Several fics have eaten me, and now I happen to have Shizune eyeing me requesting politely that I write her backstory. As well as Kiba's brothers clamoring for a chance to appear and embarass the HELL outta him. I like the idea of Kiba being the runt of the litter, damnit.
Naruto 41. Great episode. I thought it was well done, even if the animation couldn't seem to make up its mind whether to suck or to kick ass. Sakura really needs more fight scenes--what we get of her is pretty neat.
Obligatory ficsnippet: this is one of the ones that's been chewing on me lately.
Hinata was never sure what it was that had her up at that time of night.
She’d woken up a little before midnight lying for an hour afterwards awake in her bed, tucked comfortably in covers that offered her no escape from a hot summer night, and so she finally pushed it all aside and taken to walking down the grey halls, with a hope that maybe sleep might come from a garden breeze. The house had always seemed so large to her, and even though she was no longer a little girl it still sometimes felt as though it might swallow her whole if she wasn’t careful. It was always an incentive to move quickly between her room and anywhere else she might decide to go. Fast, and quiet, and undetected. When it came to stealth her teachers hadn’t needed to scold her too badly. The open entrance to the garden was a welcome sight for a moment. A clear night hung over the east wall.
There was bloody hand print on the door.
The recognition what inexplicable and instant. She swallowed. Red on the white shoji, wet and warm when she touched it with her own trembling hand. Pink she’d once found across the skin on her own stomach in a hospital wing, stinging first-degree burns the shape of fingers. Her heart stuttered, and she ran out barefoot to see that, sure enough, there was blood on the steps and in the grass too. Red on moldy grey, red on crisped green, she followed its staggered path down towards the north wall where she found him sprawled up against the vine infested stones, with a hand pressed to his temple, and there the blood welled through those fingers and down his face.
Her first horrible thought was that they’d done it. They’d actually done it. And Hinata couldn’t imagine who (a lie her father an elder her sister it was easy it was so easy) or why (another lie for anything really anything at all) they might’ve-
It was when he squinted up at her from under his hand with both eyes gummed up but very much in tact that she remembered that he’d been away on a mission for the past week, had probably only just returned, and that he’d watched her plant a few new herbs a last fall. They’d been a gift from Shizune. Good for cuts, the woman had said.
"They’re on the other side," Hinata told him softly, touching his wrist and trying to see just how bad it was. "I’m sorry. I…I should have marked them." His hand wouldn’t move. "Please-
"Hinata-sama," he murmured tiredly, "What are you doing up this late?"
Beginning of that schmoopy fic I mentioned a few posts back. Unspecified point in the future. Might go further with it, if I gain back that five AM seemed-like-a-good-idea-at-the-time courage I had when I first wrote it.
I also notice I like to stage things in gardens. Though I can safely say there's a difference between the Hyuga's gardens and Orochimaru's. Orochimaru's being a bit more...Exotic, to say the least. The only thing that'll eat you in a Hyuga garden is a pissed off Hyuga.
Naruto 41. Great episode. I thought it was well done, even if the animation couldn't seem to make up its mind whether to suck or to kick ass. Sakura really needs more fight scenes--what we get of her is pretty neat.
Obligatory ficsnippet: this is one of the ones that's been chewing on me lately.
Hinata was never sure what it was that had her up at that time of night.
She’d woken up a little before midnight lying for an hour afterwards awake in her bed, tucked comfortably in covers that offered her no escape from a hot summer night, and so she finally pushed it all aside and taken to walking down the grey halls, with a hope that maybe sleep might come from a garden breeze. The house had always seemed so large to her, and even though she was no longer a little girl it still sometimes felt as though it might swallow her whole if she wasn’t careful. It was always an incentive to move quickly between her room and anywhere else she might decide to go. Fast, and quiet, and undetected. When it came to stealth her teachers hadn’t needed to scold her too badly. The open entrance to the garden was a welcome sight for a moment. A clear night hung over the east wall.
There was bloody hand print on the door.
The recognition what inexplicable and instant. She swallowed. Red on the white shoji, wet and warm when she touched it with her own trembling hand. Pink she’d once found across the skin on her own stomach in a hospital wing, stinging first-degree burns the shape of fingers. Her heart stuttered, and she ran out barefoot to see that, sure enough, there was blood on the steps and in the grass too. Red on moldy grey, red on crisped green, she followed its staggered path down towards the north wall where she found him sprawled up against the vine infested stones, with a hand pressed to his temple, and there the blood welled through those fingers and down his face.
Her first horrible thought was that they’d done it. They’d actually done it. And Hinata couldn’t imagine who (a lie her father an elder her sister it was easy it was so easy) or why (another lie for anything really anything at all) they might’ve-
It was when he squinted up at her from under his hand with both eyes gummed up but very much in tact that she remembered that he’d been away on a mission for the past week, had probably only just returned, and that he’d watched her plant a few new herbs a last fall. They’d been a gift from Shizune. Good for cuts, the woman had said.
"They’re on the other side," Hinata told him softly, touching his wrist and trying to see just how bad it was. "I’m sorry. I…I should have marked them." His hand wouldn’t move. "Please-
"Hinata-sama," he murmured tiredly, "What are you doing up this late?"
Beginning of that schmoopy fic I mentioned a few posts back. Unspecified point in the future. Might go further with it, if I gain back that five AM seemed-like-a-good-idea-at-the-time courage I had when I first wrote it.
I also notice I like to stage things in gardens. Though I can safely say there's a difference between the Hyuga's gardens and Orochimaru's. Orochimaru's being a bit more...Exotic, to say the least. The only thing that'll eat you in a Hyuga garden is a pissed off Hyuga.