Fifty-five years is a long time to live, some might say. Personally, Tsunade was rather amazed she'd survived that long, all things considered. Having outlived all of her family members wasn't exactly something she was proud of, but she figured that it merited some sort of celebration.

( She smelled faintly of cigarette smoke and light floral perfume... )

It was nearly midnight, nearly raining, and nearly the shadiest part of town ( Read more... )

( Orihime did not see particularly why anyone was worried. )

( Naruto peered at the little cup of slimey medicine. He could have sworn it peered back. )

( 'A woman approached--or rather, a pair of breasts approached.' )

It really is a bummer, thought Tsunade, being a smoker who hates the smell of smoke. She would have smoked inside the apartment, but she hated when it made the furniture smell like an ashtray. Work already smelled that way, and she didn't want it in her new apartment. Especially since it smelled a little funny anyway, possibly from a water leak. Or ( Read more... )