Disclaimer-I might own Naruto, let me check. *5 minutes later* I looked throu all my files and I do not own Naruto. *sigh*

I've thought up 100 words that I want to use in a chain of of fanfictions involving Naruto or Inuyasha. There may be a list of words and fic genres I plan to use them in on my profile. Thats MAYBE!

"Daddy Stop! That tickles!" the little girl giggled as she wiggled from he father's embrace. The man let out a low chuckle and stood from his seat, slowly following his daughter as she ran in circles around the large room.

The mother of said child stood against the doorway watching the adorable sight. The father's crimson eyes caught his wife's, giving her a small smile. The pink haired woman laughed as she watched her daughter hide behind the couch when her father wasn't looking.

The father once again laughed quietly. "Where oh where has my Leelea gone?" he asked and began a slow circling of the room. He pretended to look for his daughter. A tiny giggle came from under the couch.

The man smiled and silently crept towards the piece of furniture. A small section of the couch skirt moved to reveal a pair or lumonous green eyes. "Hmm. I wonder where she has gone to?" the man said with mirth filling his voice. The woman laughed.

The small figure flew from under the couch and onto the head of her father. The woman laughed as her daughter situated herself ontop of her father's head.

Suddenly, a crack of thunder filled the air. The little girl gave no heed to the worsening weather. A bit later the girl's energy began to fade and her father picked her up and carried her off to her room.

As he tucked the girl into bed, another crack of thunder boomed in the distance. The man gave his child a look of confusion. "Leelea. Aren't you afraid of lightening anymore?" The girl shook her head.

"I used to be. But then I thought about how I was scared of you at first Daddy. You were something different, something I didn't understand. But now I know you're the best Daddy and that you love me, so why can't the lightening be like that too. Besides Daddy, I know you wouldn't let the lightening get me." she said as she curled under the covers.

The man stood from his daughter's bed, not fully understanding how his daughter had made the connection. He shook his head in amusement. His daughter was eight years old, and she was already thinking oddly, just like her mother.

Later that night the girl's mother glanced into her daughter's light purple room. "Daddys stronger than the storm." the girl whispered in her sleep. The mother smiled and patted her daugher's raven-wing black hair.

The woman slipped into her bed next to her husband. "So Itachi. I hear you're stronger than the storm. How did our little girl come up with that?" the woman asked, giving her husband a teasing smile. "Well, dear wife. That is simply because our child is observant." the man answered.

"Did you expect the daughter of Sakura Uchiha not to be?"