ReiraKurenai

The Introduction The campfire blazed, casting a red glow on the faces of the two humans on opposite sides of the pit. Rurijo was swaying from side to side on her tiny little talons, appearing to be drunk. It must have been the sake from the ramen place earlier that day. Kusanagi was safely tucked under Sasuke's arm and his onyx eyes were closed, but that didn't mean he wasn't alert. It was for this reason that he jumped three feet in the air when the silence was finally broken by the girl. "I'm Suzu by the way." "And why should I care?" Sasuke asked with a blank voice and expression equally so. "I just realised we were never formally introduc

The Blast From The Past The girl kept following him, and he didn't know why. Every time he looked over his shoulder that annoying little bop in her step irritated him to no end. He thought of spinning on his heel and pinning her to a tree with his sword, it would be easy since she was so frail, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. So he continued to endure her presence and that of the annoying bird, who would not shut up. And then they arrived at a village. A small excuse for a modern settlement but a village none the less. Where they could restock for what little he could afford. Suzu watched Sasuke silently and cautiously until something

Splat! Tobirama looked up, a noodle slipping from his hair down his cheek, and finally dropping into his own bowl of Ramen. Wakana had been sitting opposite him, but now she was rolling on the floor, laughter erupting from her. It was not the most attractive sight, for she was wearing a kimono and her movements gave him first row seats to her underwear-clad bottom. "Stop being such a child," Tobirama grumbled as he wiped his cheek, which was now covered in Ramen broth. "There are others here." As he said this, the other restaurant customers quickly looked away from the scene, none of them wished to face Tobirama's or Wakana's wrath. Wakan

Wakana could not place it, but something was not right. There was a nagging feeling in her gut as she climbed into the small boat that something was amiss. A small movement in her subconscious, a constant and irritating ache was forming in her cheek. As the boat moved away from the shore, the feeling increased and a burning sensation began. Wakana lifted her hand to touch her cheek, but there was nothing there. Yet the feeling persisted. "Wakana?" someone called out her name. But there was no one there. Wait a minute. Wakana's eyes widened as she glanced around her. She was in a moving boat, all alone, and she was definitely not rowing it!