Many people, upon meeting Maito Gaia, would dismiss her as a lunatic - a grinning, amiable idiot, who was jounin due only to her freakish physical capabilities. Others, more paranoid, decided that no one could POSSIBLY be that eccentric and strange, and that the whole thing was an elaborate, complex facade that hid Gaia's true plans - which were ( Read more... )

[backdated to New Year's Eve]New Year was always a special time for Konoha, and the Hyuuga Clan made no exception. Festivities ran in the streets of the village, and the Compound was lit up in paper lanterns. Hinaji waited by the Compound gates in his normal clothes, although others in the family wore anything ranging from training gear to full ( Read more... )

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Hinaji had told Sachiko he would inform Kiba of their discussions, but he still found it difficult. He wasn't entirely sure why, either; Kiba was his closest friend and more, and it wasn't like he was doing anything wrong too bad. But he still felt awkward thinking about it ( Read more... )

( Why /do/ all the best discussions happen over food? Or involve food? Or both? )

Takes place a few days or so after Hinaji and Kureno have their talk.Once again Hinaji found himself pacing while he waited to have a difficult conversation. He knew Kureno had been right about needing to figure things out for themselves, but waiting for Kiba to arrive so they could discuss things was as difficult as actually trying to talk to his ( Read more... )

Teasing Asuka had given Kiba an idea. An awful, wonderful idea ( Read more... )

Set the day after gala asplosions.The day after the gala was not a quiet one, of respite and recovery after a hellish fight. It was the beginning of picking up the pieces and trying to put them back into place. Countless had been injured, a few had died, and it was a total mess. Chunks of stone were everywhere and the acrid smell of smoke and soot ( Read more... )

It seemed a hundred years ago now, but once upon a time at a gala far, far away, Asuka had promised Kiba ice cream. Lots and lots of ice cream. Enough to get sick. As a present for good behavior at the gala ( Read more... )

There was a lot of running. Even with all the training he regularly went through, Hinaji was beginning to feel out of breath. The dodging, worrying, running...everything was merging together to push against his still-fragile respiratory system ( Read more... )