A/N: Well, I'm back after a bit of a break (aka college kicking my butt).
Blood Red isn't on hold or anything; there's a new chapter that's almost
ready to upload. In the mean time, I've been overrun by plot bunnies.
Rather than cluttering ff.net, I figure that I'll post them all into a
multi chapter fic. Each chapter is a drabble about various characters in
Naruto. There is a little bit of everything, so if you don't like one of
them keep reading. You'll probably stumble on something you like
eventually. Reviews are always appreciated. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine.
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Shino has never been a normal child. The time that other children spent in play, he typically spent training. Not just his physical strength; indeed, he has been brought up to believe that physical attributes are a secondary and lesser means of combat. There are other, more efficient ways to bring an enemy to his knees.
For him, it is easy to partake in life's simplest pleasure. Every moment of every day, waking or sleeping, he is in the company of his most cherished and trusted companions. In return for his chakra he is lavished with all of the little things that every ninja craves: friendship, reliability, a means of fighting effectively against any enemy. He carries his family with him everywhere he goes.
It is easy to be content and secure in such a life. He doesn't mind that his peers find him creepy, nor does he object to being labeled strange. He is comfortable with who he is, and as long as he can feel the loving caress of small bodies inside his own, he knows he's right where he belongs.
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine.
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Shino has never been a normal child. The time that other children spent in play, he typically spent training. Not just his physical strength; indeed, he has been brought up to believe that physical attributes are a secondary and lesser means of combat. There are other, more efficient ways to bring an enemy to his knees.
For him, it is easy to partake in life's simplest pleasure. Every moment of every day, waking or sleeping, he is in the company of his most cherished and trusted companions. In return for his chakra he is lavished with all of the little things that every ninja craves: friendship, reliability, a means of fighting effectively against any enemy. He carries his family with him everywhere he goes.
It is easy to be content and secure in such a life. He doesn't mind that his peers find him creepy, nor does he object to being labeled strange. He is comfortable with who he is, and as long as he can feel the loving caress of small bodies inside his own, he knows he's right where he belongs.
