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Itachi x SakuraItachi x SakuraItachi x Sakura by ~KojiKakaIru
Naruto, Kakashi a Sakura zaujímali bojovou pozici na malé mýtině. Naproti nim stála postava, oděná v černém plášti posetém červenými obláčky. Panovalo napjaté ticho, jako by si nikdo nebyl jistý, jestli doopravdy vidí toho, koho se obávali potkat nejvíce.
‚Uchiha Itachi…‘ zavrčel Naruto a zatnul pěsti. ‚Co od nás chceš?‘
‚Od vás, přesněji řečeno od tebe, nic.‘ Jeho kamenný výra
KisaIta A Christmas DrabbleAU: Ok! This is a little present for all of my readers out here! Hope you like!KisaIta A Christmas Drabble by ~hikariharuno
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO
Kisame woke up to a chilly morning, light sunlight coming through the window of their bed. He picked up his arm and rubbed some sleep from his eyes and looked down at his little weasel. His love was currled up by his isde, half on his chest and half squished against him. His right hand was lying across the blue chest, warming the skin underneath, the fingers slightly curled to pad his love's chest. His other hand was curled under his chin, and his onyx eyes closed with delicate lids. Itachi's breathing was still slow and even, si
Kiss From A Rose FICKiss From A Rose FIC by =Mockingbyrd
"Kakashi!" Iruka chastised his lover as just like one of his students. Kakashi always did hate being treated like a lowly pre-genin by the chuunin, even when he acted like it. And he was acting like one, clinging around the brunet's thin waist while he was grading papers at the table. The jounin just ignored the tanned man's cries as he only tightened his grip, not willing to let go. Iruka wondered if ignoring the childish man would work and eventually, he would either stop or just fall asleep after many tries. Instead, Kakashi's firm hold only grew tighter to the point where the teacher
12th Day of ChristmasTheme: Working Over the Holiday12th Day of Christmas by *Aythli
Far up in the mountains in the country of flame
Nestles a small, shinobi village on a tree-covered plain
Between the bright colored houses all covered with snow
On a narrow drifted sidewalk 'neath streetlights aglow
A pony-tailed man hefted his bag full books
As his face set in a deeply resigned look
Others gather with friends around a brightly lit tree
And sing carols in drunk voices brimming with glee
Drink eggnog, trade presents, and offer well wishes
And sometimes, if lucky, give mistletoe kisses
And curl before the fire in their lover's embrace
But not the pony-tailed man with the scar on his f
Sta.sh
