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Through out the house the music played. Through out the room, down the hall, into the parlor and the kitchen, up the stairs, all the way up to the support beams in the attic and down to the gravel in the basement. “Leaving? What do you mean your leaving?” Over furniture and rugs, pictures and ornaments, into dust filled rooms and out into the garden it flowed. A haunting melody. Filled with sadness and despair, anger and fright. Filled with so much emotion that seemed to pour out from the fingers and into the piano keys. Black and white. “But why? Why are you leaving?” An image, a picture, a whole new world painted wit

The words left unsaid They all know that the next mission any one of them takes might be the last. Yet none of them ever say what they feel. The meaning is there but the words remain unsaid. Kakashi, Asuma, Genma and Raidou. No Pairings. Always the same joking remark... "What? Another mission for the oh so great Copy Nin of Konoha?" Genma smirked around his senbon as he leaned back in his chair. Kakashi spared him a glance over his cards before he threw some chips on the table, pausing only slightly before he threw in some more and then notified Asuma with a nod that it was his turn. "So you won't be coming next week then?" Asuma breathe

A new day. .x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x. In their safe house at the edge of the village of Konoha the Akutenshi were just beginning to wake up for their day to day life. Since it was a Saturday Iruka didn't have classes but he had an early mission desk duty and Kakashi had a meeting with the Hokage among other minor things. The day started out normally enough for Iruka. He managed to kill another alarm clock by throwing a kunai at it and had the usual fight between his logical self, who told him to get his ass out of bed and go to work, and his personal self, who grumbled fuck it I was up late yesterday saving the v

Month 1 Tsunade was not happy, not only did she have to go at least another year or so without two of her best ninjas, she now had another 9 months of a hormone crazy male to look forward to. A hormone crazy male who also happened to have the Kyuubi sealed inside of him. Her only consolation was the sake bottle she found on her desk. Naruto was quite happy. He'd never really had a “real” family before and now he didn't just have twins but another baby on the way. He was quite looking forward to being the mom this time around, he'd been a bit envious of Kakashi for having such a close connection with the babies all through the preg

Day 2 Kakashi. Itcha Itcha pages read: 0 Wrong thing said: Offensive Current mood: Confused Iruka. Blushes: Surprisingly not so many. Outbursts: Within the acceptable quota. Current mood: Oblivious. x.x.x.x.x x.x.x Kakashi had one hell of a night. Really, one hell of a night. A night that had him wondering what on earth he had ever done to anyone ever to deserve it. It had started of rather well. Iruka had been all blushing, innocent and uncomfortable which had been extremely cute, although rather uncomfortable for one particular pervert who hadn't had any release for his erotic thoughts for most of the day. But mostly it had been

Has a yaoi pairing Humour -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Darkness isn't the absence of light... it's the absence of you. -- Author Unknown --------------------------------- It took Iruka a while to find a reason for the sudden darkness in his life every time Kakashi left the house or even the room. It had started almost right after he moved into the Jounins apartment and Iruka had a hard time pinpointing the cause of it. He supposed it could be that he was becoming too attached to the guy. They spent so much time together that every time Kakashi had to go away somewhere or on a missio

 I was there, and I remember .x. Like the pages of an old history book fade with age So shall your life fade With time No one will remember your name . x . Your face will not hang forever young Among the old masterpieces at the museum With time No one will remember your face . x . The melody of your laugh will never sound again Like the old symphonies With time No one will remember your voice . x . Your thoughts and your dreams were never recorded And studied like the great philosophers of old With time No one will know you existed . x . But I was there, and I remember.