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Neji was trying to hide the pain in his shoulder. The last thing that he wanted to do was worry his teammates since they tend to over react. "There, all done. Is the bandage too tight?" asked Tenten once she finished wrapping up his shoulder. "No, it's fine. Thank Tenten," Neji said smiling despite the pain. "It's not like you to not pay attention. What were you distracted by?" Tenten asked. "I… It was…." Neji mumbled as he looked at the ground. "What?" she asked as she leaned closer. Neji made eye contact with her; worry seemed to fill her eyes. Using his right hand, he carefully removed the ribbon from Tenten's hair. Her ha

The coming of summer marked the beginning of festival season. This year was no different except the two scheming chûnins. "This is the year Shino! No longer can Naruto claim to not notice Hinata and no longer will she faint at the sight of him!" exclaimed Kiba . "Aruuuuuuuuu," howled Akamaru along with his master's excitement. "Kiba, I do not think that your plan is going to work. It is far too simple," commented Shino. "Have some faith Shino! If this works, we shall never have to deal with Hinata fainting!" explained Kiba. Shino just shook his head; the older they got, the more often Hinata would faint at the sight of Naruto or ev

I don’t care if you, Call me names. I don’t care if you, Insult my intelligence. Those words won’t shatter me, I am stronger then I look. The girl you see in the mirror, Is the one fighting back at you. I may not be the prettiest, Or the smartest girl you know. But I love who I am, And the women I have become. I have grown  stronger, Thanks to those closest to me. They saw the jewel under all the dust, And polished me until I gleamed. I owe all that I am , To my best friends. They are like my own personal family, One that shall never be forgotten. I won’t let you insult them, I won’t let you

After three days of rain, the skies finally cleared up. Stepping out of the hand-built cabin, he kicked the ground in anger. The rain had come as a surprise, no warnings like usual. He walked over to his wood pile and sighed. The rain had seeped its way into the previously dried wood, rotten it inside out. Cursing to himself about how he should have kept some wood indoors, he began to search for some dry wood. It was true that with his power, he could start a fire even with the dampest wood on earth. But he had made a vow never to use his powers again. He was not planning on breaking that vow to start a pesky little fire. Luck was on his s