Itaru heard about the successful raid on Sunagakure, their newest enemy in the war with Konoha, from the pair of nurses that came into his room sometime not long after sun-up to change the dressings on his wounds and add another dose of whatever the hell medications they had him on. Hiko had gone, hopefully to get some sleep, he thought, and Itaru ( Read more... )

[[continues from This Has to Be Someone's Fault]]

When Itaru woke, it was with a sudden, clear-headed awareness that he was someplace different than he'd been before. His memories of coming back to Kumogakure were hazy at best--he wasn't sure they weren't just delirium. But this, where he was now, this was painfully real ( Read more... )

If you only looked at the grim expression on the tall, pale man's chiseled face, you might think he was simply unpleasant in disposition. But if you looked at his hands and feet, and saw the tightly flexed toes and fingers with corded tendons standing out from the flesh, if you looked at his guarded, rigid posture as he lay reclining against ( Read more... )

Kazuma tugged down the front of his head covering, exposing his mouth as he took a sip of tea. He was around ten minutes early, which he did not really mind, considering that he was the student for the night.

It is strange though, that so many people seemed to be profficient in seduction, when the academy did not really offer such lessons. Well, ( Read more... )