Hello everyone! :D

Damn, if any of you were to see me now, you'd burst out laughing your ass off! LOL Stupid sun - I look like a tomato (even after putting on the lotion, kuso!)... oh well, at least the tan will last over a year-seriously.

The drabble I'll enter for the contest is the number 29, so up to that one the others won't take long in coming!

... It's so strange to post chapters this short - I'm not used to it. XD

Ja ne,
Temari 88


04 – Pain :

Naruto had always had so much faith, both in others and in himself. He never gave up because that was his nindo – his way of the ninja – and he would die before letting down those he cared about. He made promises—his friends knew, then, their hopes would survive 'till the end because Naruto had given his word. But he was only human, as much as everyone – and Naruto himself – seemed to forget it at times… there were enemies that even his undying will power and determination simply could not defeat… this, was what Gaara thought as he stood by the blond's side—a loud wail expressing the pain of his loss. Tsunade-sama, his Baa-chan, was gone.

05 – Potatoes :

How did the two of them, powerful shinobi of each other's villages, end up at the cooking tent but not to eat? They were the frigging Kazekage and the most unpredictable ninja of Konoha, for God's sake! They were not cut out to do such a menial work…! What did h—they do to deserve it, Naruto wondered as he proceeded to pick up yet another potato to peel… and letting out another angry hiss as he managed to cut his fingers yet again. He threw a look over at his companion right when he too slipped while peeling, already anticipating the flinch as the steel pierced the skin—"Lucky bastard." Thought Naruto, growling as sand protected its owner; he never took notice of the well-by-now healed scraps on his own fingers.

06 – Rain :

He had a conflicting relationship with rain. In the past, he was glad when it rained because water made Shukaku's sand useless so he couldn't hurt anyone; at present, rain made him nervous because if an enemy attacked his village, without his sand he couldn't protect his people. And when his blond lover was with him, he loved how the water made his clothes stick to that body like second skin… he loved how their kisses tasted when rain mingled with them.