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Demon Isle: Chapter 3Kiba was the first one to awaken, finding himself lying on top of Akamaru. He pushed himself to his feet. Akamarus body rose and fell with his breaths. Good, Kiba thought, that means hes alive. He started to check himself. His body felt relatively undamaged. A few scrapes and bruises seemed to be the extent of the injuries he sustained. He must not have fallen very far. He looked around and noticed he was in some kind of a forest clearing.
Next he sniffed the air. He smelled Ramen? He looked to his left and saw a sizable chunk of the overhang from the noodle stand was lying broken on the ground. Under it was
Hinata-chan! He exclaimed as he rushed over to her. He threw pieces of wood and canopy aside as he struggled to unbury Her. Hinata was in worse condition than Kiba. The wood falling on her had caused a large bruise to form on her arm. Kiba held her in his arms, cradling her head. Hinata-chan, wake up! He said. She moaned and her eyes
Demon Isle: Chapter 2Sakura showed up at the ramen stand to see Naruto was there, as expected. She smiled at him, as he savagely ripped into the bowls contents.
Naruto! She called out to him.
He looked up from his bowl, and a grin played across his face, a noodle hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
Hey, Sakura-Chan! he responded. He motioned towards the stool next to him. Sakura sat down next to Naruto just as the wind picked up again. Sakura wrapped her coat tightly around her. Naruto noticed and squinted into the wind. Odd weather today, huh? He said, slurping the last of his noodles. Its never this windy,
Sakura nodded, still looking somewhat somber. Naruto noticed her expression.
Hey, whats wrong, Sakura-Chan? He asked.
Its A dream I had last night. I was being attacked by this Thing. It was really vivid. I could even smell it, She said softly.
Well, it was just a dream right? Nar
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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