There were other people in the Iwa-Konoha war, and Yondaime was only a hero to some of them. Death, violence, bad language. Oneshot.

Over time, Naruto learns what it means to be Jinchuuriki. Final in 'Matters, Secrets, and Times.'

The Academy textbook says that a ninja is proud to die for their country. This is rarely the truth.

Kakashi drabble: Every year, there are more and more photos to forget. Every year, he loses someone.

It's nearly pathetic how easy it is to fool a village full of ninjas. Iruka lies so much that he can hardly remember the truth. ONESHOT, SLASH.

This wedding to Sasuke, this is the fairy tale ending Sakura always dreamed of.[sometimes late at night she thought that he was doing his best to forget he was getting married, but that couldn’t be true. it couldn’t.] SasuSaku onesided. Sasunaru. YAOI.

Hatakesempai, who are you crying for? Because even endings have a beginning

Drabble: Team Seven breaks in the silliest of ways. It's usually Sasuke's fault.

SasuSaku, in a very different and probably disturbing light. The world cannot stand still, life goes on, and vengeance becomes one single cruel circle.

[AU; post-Chuunin exams; Sakura-centric; oneshot] She cuts her hair at twelve. At thirty-five it's long again. But there is a long way between twelve and thirty-five.

The truth lodges bitter-tasting in his throat.

They are all ninja. Ninja do not break and they do not cry and they do not wake up from midday naps gasping for breath. The worst thing about tragedy is having to live with it, and Shikamaru knows this too well.

[You got strong and killed your dream because it was a lie that was going to drag you down. This is how the mighty fall.] Her team is dead, one by her hand. Sakura has let go, but not really, and she destroys her life for nothing. Twisted.

."There are no right decisions here in this forest with one student dying and enemy shinobi waiting ahead." Written for Zhang Sizheng's birthday.

Prostitution and assassination and the way of the shinobi are for Kakashi, and firsts and lasts and middles will never involve those nimble hands or chapped lips stretching in a bright, happy smile against his hip. There is no other choice, Sandaime says.