The first he heard of Nejiko in the hospital was a few days after returning from a relatively light mission. He came home to find the compound...different somehow. He couldn't place it, but even Enka's happy licks and jumps couldn't take his mind off it. And the only way he could think of to find an answer was to go ask one of the only people ( Read more... )

[[backdated about one week ago. and guess what this means? you're right! the paper dolls are BACK! make sure to friend them <3: little_metal, ima_paperdoll]]Tsurude was anything but a man who shirked his duty. He knew very intimately the importance of responsibility and living up to it, of following through with promises and orders, of getting things done right the first ( Read more... )

It was mid evening as Konohako climbed into the tree house and sat down with a brief sigh, legs stretched in front of her. It was still warm at night, although there had been a faint breeze that she hoped would get stronger in a bit. The treehouse wasn't really meant for any sort of 'climate control' and with four people inside, it could warm up ( Read more... )

[set a few hours after Tapioca Prescription. Title suggested by Bel. XD]

After Haruno left, Nejiko had rolled over so she no longer saw the food. Pity it didn't stop his words from replaying in her mind. Threatened with therapy. Therapy. Blessed Fate. She didn't need therapy, she needed ( Read more... )

Two days after he received Ibiki's report and the preliminary medical examination, Tsurude walked into ANBU headquarters for the first time in nearly six months ( Read more... )

It was a pretty nice morning, for August. Overnight it had rained, which helped cool the morning down and prevented it from getting sweltering by seven. Instead, it didn't start sweltering until nine, which was of course when Asuka had told team Tentsuke - now team.... something - to show up at the training field ( Read more... )

Ibiki's footsteps echoed quietly in the concrete corridor. The flickering fluorescent lights provided just enough gray-blue illumination to see just how stark and bare the walls and floor really were. Further down a pipe dripped artfully, the soft plunking of moisture almost musical in contrast to the quiet buzzing overhead. The doors lining the ( 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... )

[Also in old timey chat log style]

( The Meeting With Tsurude )

Sakurai had never thought he’d see Nejiko in the hospital for anything short of massive surgery. …Alright, that was a slight exaggeration but not by much. Sakurai had always thought Sachiko and Nejiko were alike in that regard: tough, proud and stubborn; they would ignore anything wrong with their body that didn’t bleed for three days. (Maybe ( Read more... )