Alexandrukas' Tower

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Sun, 03 Dec 2006 04:25:07 GMT

The Shinobi Game:

A Filk by Alexandrukas ElfDragon.

(Based off the song Patriot Game by Dominic Behan)

Come all ye young ninjas, and list while I sing,
For the love of one's village is a amazing thing.
It banishes fear with the speed of a flame,
And it makes us all part of the shinobi game.

My name is Naruto, and I've just turned sixteen.
My home is in Konoha, and where I was weaned
I learned all my life cruel Kyuubi is to blame,
So now I am part of the shinobi game.

This world of ours has too long been half free.
Six countries lie under Orochimaru's tyranny.
But still Akatsuki is greatly to blame
For shirking their part in the shinobi game.

They told me how Yondaime was lost in on his toad,
His wounds from the fighting all bloody and bare.
His fine body twisted, all battered and lame
They soon made me part of the shinobi game.

It's nearly three years since I wandered away
With ero-sennin of the legendary three,
For I read of our heroes, and wanted the same
To play out my part in the shinobi game.

And now as I lie here, my body all burns
I think of those traitors who bargained in bijū
And I wish that my jutsu had given the same
To those ninjas who sold out the shinobi game.

Above is a reworking of the song "Patriot Game" into a naruto filk I have title, "Shinobi Game" Next up is another filk I made called "What Do You Do With A Drunken Ninja" once again it is for the anime naruto.

What Do You Do With A Drunken Ninja

(Set to the tune of “What Do You Do With A Drunken Ninja.”)

What'll we do with a drunken ninja,

Earl-aye in the morning?

Chorus¹:

Way hay and up he rises, (x3)
Earl-aye in the morning.

Put him in dojo till he's sober,

Earl-aye in the morning.

Chorus¹

Keep him there and make 'im train there,

Earl-aye in the morning.

Chorus¹

Shave his head with a rusty kunai,

Earl-aye in the morning.

Chorus¹

Put him in bed with the hokage's daughter,

Earl-aye in the morning.

Chorus¹

What'll we do with a pretty kunoichi,

Earl-aye in the evening?

Chorus²:

Way hay and down she lays, (x3)

Earl-aye in the evening.

Give her kisses till she blushes,

Earl-aye in the evening.

Chorus²

Hold her close so she isn't far away,

Earl-aye in the evening.

Chorus²

(A/N: The following lyrics are optional when being sung.)

What'll we do with a angsty uchiha,

So emo in the morning?

Uchiha Chorus:

Way hay and angst away, (x3)

Whiny in the morning.

Let 'im train to kill his brother,

Till he is not so whiny.

Uchiha Chorus

What'll we do with a uzumaki,

Hyper in the morning?

Uzumaki Chorus:

Way hay, eat all day, (x3)

Ramen is delicious.

Let 'im train till he becomes hokage,

and give 'im a bowl of ramen!

Uzumaki Chorus

What'll we do with a perverted sannin,

Peeking in the bathhouse?

Jiraiya Chorus:

Way hay, peek all day, (x3)

Research is done this way.

Next up are two of my naruto fanfiction that I have posted on teasingkyubi

Sharing Naruto

A Naruto Fanfiction by Alexandrukas ElfDragon

Sakura had a problem, a problem that was currently sitting next to her devouring a bowl of ramen. Trying not to steal glances at her golden haired teammate, as she picks at her own bowl of ramen trying to figure out when this had all started. You see her problem was that recently she had found herself sneaking peeks at naruto, making excuses to spend time with him, and even dreaming about him. Sighing she finishes her bowl of ramen, she thinks back to the day she started feeling this way about naruto. It was two weeks ago as the sun was setting and team seven was setting up camp. Kakashi was setting up the tent and perimeter traps while sakura was gathering firewood so that they could cook the fish naruto was currently catching for them. Glancing over as naruto jumps out of the water with a fish in each hand, sakura's eyes innocently wander over his bare chest as she thinks *Naruto really grew during his two and a half years with jiraiya-sama. He looks so... so...*

*Yummy!* Inner sakura blurts out with a squee.

*What!? No! I don't think of naruto like that!*

*You may not but I do!*

*But its NARUTO! He's like my brother or something.*

*Well then he is one hot brother!*

*Whats gotten into you! This is naruto we are talking about!*

*Just because you deny the fact that he has a hot body, doesn't mean I have to too. I mean look at those abs and that tanned skin! Plus those eyes can you say gorgeous!*

*Thats enough! I don't like naruto that way! CASE CLOSED!!!* Slightly blushing sakura turns away from naruto and hurriedly begins to pick up more firewood.

Groaning inwardly sakura for what seems to be the thousandth time since that day two weeks ago curses at her inner self as she rouses herself from her memories. *This can't be happening! I can't have a crush on naruto!* sakura thinks to herself as she watches naruto polish off his sixth bowl of ramen. Noticing sakura staring at him naruto lowers the bowl he had been busy slurping broth out of and asks “Eh? Whats wrong sakura-chan? Do I have something on my face?”

“Huh? Oh its nothing I was just thinking.”

*About how your lips taste and feel.* Inner sakura adds on, causing sakura to blush slightly.

“Whys your face getting all red? Do you have a fever or something sakura-chan?”

“What? Oh uh no I don't have a fever.” splutters sakura as she blushes even more.

*Oh just kiss him already!!*

“Are you sure sakura-chan? You look pretty red maybe you should go home at get some rest.”

“U-u-uh yeah maybe I should! Bye!” stutters sakura who then quickly exits the ramen stand.

“What was that all about? Sakura-chan must really not be feeling too well.”

The sun was setting as naruto walked past the yamanaka flower shop, pondering sakura's strange behavior that day. First she actually accepted his invitation to lunch at ichiraku's and once she got there she seemed to space out on him! Then there was how red she became and her hurried exit. Sighing he stops and looks back the way he came wondering if he should go visit her at her home. As he looks back his eyes settle on the flower shop “I'll get sakura-chan some flowers and go visit her!” Naruto having made up his mind on the subject marches back to the flower shop and pulls open the door to the shop.

“Naruto? What are you doing here?”

“Huh? Oh! Hi ino!”

“Well you going to tell me what you are doing here?”

“Oh yeah sorry ino. Heh guess I'm kinda distracted,” replies naruto with a sheepish grin as he rubs the back of his head.

“You still haven't told me what you are doing in my families shop.”

“Uh er well I was hanging out with sakura-chan earlier today and she started acting all weird. She kept staring at me while we were having lunch at ichiraku's, she then turned red, and bolted from the stand all of a sudden.”

“Wait! Sakura actually went to lunch with you!” says a shocked ino as her jaw drops.

“Yeah! Hey wait! You sound surprised by that!”

“Well it kinda unusual for her wouldn't you say?”

“Hmph!” snorts naruto with a frown on his face.

“Oh come on now! I didn't mean it that way!”

“I think your just jealous that she went on a date with me,” huffs naruto as he crosses his arms knowing it would provoke ino into a argument.

“Oh so it was a date now? And get over yourself! Like I would be jealous over you!” squawks the temperamental ninja at naruto's accusation of jealousy.

“Huh really? My memory must be corrupt then!”

“Oh don't even bring that night up!” huffs ino as she crosses her arms while leveling a glare at naruto.

“Why? You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself that night!” he teases right back.

“I was drunk!” she fires back as she tries to recover the ground she was losing fast in the argument.

“Then how do you explain the nights we shared after that event!” naruto smugly replies as a lecherous smile of triumph spreads across his whiskered face.

“Can you at least keep the smugness out of your voice?” concedes ino with annoyance plainly written across her glowering face.

His grin getting even bigger at her throwing in the towel naruto taunts her by saying, “Not until you admit you enjoyed those little encounters of ours.”

“Alright, I admit it you were a pretty decent lover,” sighs ino as naruto circles behind her and clasps his hands on her shoulders.

Naruto then bends his head down to position his mouth next to ino's ear and whispers to her, “And you aren't even a bit jealous that sakura has been spending more time with me?”

“Maybe a just a little,” hisses ino through gritted teeth.

“Now, now don't grind your teeth ino, Its not healthy for them,” naruto replies as he snakes his right hand off her shoulder to give her chin a squeeze.

“Are you going to finish telling me why you are here or are you just going to continue teasing me?” asks ino who is blushing from naruto's caress of her chin.

Naruto's amused expression turns to a sheepish one as he remembers why he is in the shop in the first place, “Huh? Oh yeah sorry! Well as I was saying sakura-chan was acting all weird and I think she might be sick. So I thought I might get her some flowers.” Ino's blush dissolves at naruto's statement and is replaced by frown.

“Hmph!”

“What now!” sighs naruto at ino's angry snort.

Whirling around to face naruto ino pokes him in the chest and glares at him while pronouncing, “You never bought me flowers!”

Bewildered naruto shouts, “Thats because you never showed interest in wanting anything more than sex!”

“I didn't! But why does billboard-brow deserve flowers!” glowers ino who still manages to blush at her confession.

“Ugh! I don't want to get into this with you! Just give me some flowers.”

“Fine! What type of flower do you want?” growls ino as she tries to wipe a frown from her countenance and a puzzled expression crosses his face as she asks it.

“Uh? Heh oops! I don't really have a idea about what type of flower you give to a sick person,” replies naruto as he scratches the back of his head.

Hearing naruto's pronouncement ino's jaw drops briefly only to be replaced with a outraged expression as she yells, “Huh? YOU UTTERLY HOPELESS YOU KNOW THAT NARUTO!”

“Eek! Don't hurt me ino! Just help me pick out a type!” squeaks naruto as he raise his arm to protect himself from ino's fury.

Calming down the irate yamanaka tells naruto, “Fine but you really are hopeless! Now for most people I would recommend a singular regular daffodil but since this is sakura we are talking about I think you should buy three white daffodils and three of our special pink daffodils,” as she moves around the shop collecting the flowers.

“Well if thats what you suggest I guess I'll take that arrangement,” says naruto while he watches her bend over to collect the daffodils which inadvertently giving naruto a show which brings another lecherous smile to his face.

“A good choice!” ino beams not noticing naruto's grin as she raise her self up with the flowers and heads to the counter to arrange and bundled them.

Not able to resist naruto sarcastically says, “You would say that after all it was your suggestion.”

“Just take your flowers!” huffs ino.

“Huh? Oh thanks! Well I'll see you later!”

“Yeah alright” With that naruto collects his bundle of flowers off of the shop's counter and turns to leave the shop.

“Hey naruto?” says ino right before naruto exits the door.

“Huh what is it now?”

“I'll always be here in case you get bored with forehead girl.”

“Can't get enough of me can you?” grins naruto as he shakes his ass at ino.

“Huh? What thats not what I meant!” replies ino with a blush as naruto walks out of the shop.

Meanwhile, sakura was at home trying to untangle the knot of feelings she had towards her knucklehead of a teammate but her inner self wasn't giving up the fight just yet. Every time sakura thought she had finally proved the fact that she didn't like naruto, her devious inner self would conjure a provocative mental images of naruto in response.

*Even if I did like naruto, nothing could ever happen.*

*And why is that?*

*He is our teammate! It would interfere with the missions!*

*Says the girl who openly stalked another teammate before he cut and run.*

Groaning sakura rolls over onto her back and stares up the ceiling while thinking, *Don't even go there that was.... different.*

*Yeah he was popular!*

*Thats not it at all! Its just was....* thinks sakura as her fist tightens in anger.

*Just what then! He wasn't good enough? His loyalty and devotion to you not good enough?* yells a frustrated inner sakura.

As tears well up in her eyes sakura thinks, *No it wasn't that! I swear it wasn't that!*

*Then what was it? What was so different that made it easier for you to be open with your feelings!*

*It was... it was easier with sasuke because he was so withdrawn. I didn't have to worry about what his response would be... If he ignored me I could just say it was his way and continue to hope that he held feelings for me. With naruto, he is so open if I told him I liked him and he ignored or rejected me....* sakura bursts into tears and buries her head into her pillow as she finishes her thought with, *I just wouldn't be able to bear it.*

*But you know naruto likes you! He is always asking you out on dates!*

Still sniffling sakura thinks to her inner self, *But he doesn't do it as often anymore and when he does, he does it jokingly!*

*Why would he! You just brush him off or hit him over the head!*

*Exactly! He has given up on me!*

*Oh come on thats not like naruto!*

*We wouldn't he give up on me! I was always so mean to him!* thinks sakura as tears stream down her face.

*Enough of this! You have gone from it interfering with the team, to fear of rejection, and then he has given up on you. I'm tired of these excuses.” yells inner sakura.

*They 're not excuses! They are all true!*

*Naruto hasn't given up on you, you have already shown that you are willing to pursue relations with teammates, and I highly doubt that naruto would reject us!*

Just A Simple Recon Mission.

A Story by Alexandrukas ElfDragon.

“The old coots better have a good reason for pulling us off of patrol” says a tall man with two swords fastened across the back of his waist. A shorter man walking next to him though the dark corridor responds, “The council wouldn't go through the headache of dealing with you if it wasn't important.” “You say that as though it was a bad thing Aizes.” replies the tall man as the pair turn a corner. The pair stop in a patch of silvery moonlight cast by a nearby window before a set of tall ornate doors. Aizes turns towards his longtime teammate and says, “I don't know which is worse your complete lack of social skills or the fact that you seem to enjoy to enjoy aggravating people.” “Who says I don't have social skills? I just don't think I should have to mollify people.” responds the tall swordsman as his polished leathers creak when he leans back against the wall. “I swear Drukas you need to learn to be more sociable.” says Aizes as he crosses his arms across his chest. A mirthful grin spreads across the visage of Drukas as he reaches up to stroke his coarse goatee before saying, “Shouldn't you knock to let them know we are here? I wouldn't want to keep the old men up past their bed times.” “You're hopeless you know that right?” says Aizes as he turns to knock on the doors. Rising from his lean on the wall Drukas turns towards the door and says, “I wouldn't have it any other way.” As the doors swing open and the pair step inside Aizes out of the corner of his mouth whispers, “liar.”

The pair step into a circular room lined with heavily loaded bookshelves and a large fireplace, in which orange flames happily burned casting yellowish light through out the room. In the center of the room sits a semicircular counsel bench where currently eleven cloaked figures sat. Aizes steps forward and gives a short bow to the seated men and says, “Good evening councilmen.” Mean while Drukas heads over to the bookshelves and begins to browse them. “Well I see you haven't changed Alexandrukas.” says a council member as he stands up. Not bothering to turn around Drukas says, “Nor have you Headmaster Hemendra.” “You still haven't learned to respect your elders yet I see.” Raising a eyebrow as he turns around to look at the man Drukas says, “I respect you master Hemendra. Its the politicians and bureaucrats that I don't respect.” As Drukas says this one of the still seated councilmen sputters and says, “How dare you come here and show such flippant...” “Are you going to tell me why I was summoned here or shall I just leave and head back out to patrol where I could be doing something important?” interrupts Drukas. As the council member gawks at Drukas, Aizes shakes his head and says, “Please forgive my companion. Spending so much time in the wilderness has atrophied the meager social skills he had. Also may I ask the purpose of you summoning us?”

“Well at least one of you has some social graces.” says Hemendra as he returns to his seat. “Well anyways you two were summoned here because we just finished working out a deal with tsunade the godaime hokage of konohagakure.” Drukas still browsing the bookshelves asks, “Konoha? What could we possibly obtain from the hidden village of the fire nation?” “If you would refrain from interrupting me I could tell you.” “Well then by all means continue on master Hemendra.” After shaking his head at the young swordmaster's behavior Hemendra continues briefing the two, “Tsunade has requested our help in gathering information on the organization called akatsuki, and in return we will be allowed to study several unique specimens.” Turning around and staring at Hemendra Drukas asks incredulously, “You are sending us on a simple recon mission?” “This isn't as you put it a simple recon mission. Information about akatsuki is scarce because they have thwarted most attempts to gain it. Thats why we are sending Aizes to konoha. As a information gathering specialist he we hope will be able to break through akatsuki's wall of secrecy. You are going because of your ability to interpret data and because your skill with ninjutsu will be helpful to study the specimens.” says Hemendra as he locks eyes with the fuming Drukas. Still angry but soothed a bit by the elder's explanation Drukas asks, “And just what are these specimens you keep talking about?” Sighing Hemendra says, “You will be informed when you arrive. And before you ask it is because tsunade has requested it be so. She wants to approve the representatives we send before they are given access. Which means I want you to be on your best behavior.” Smirking Drukas throws a quick salute before saying, “Aye! Aye! Don't tick off the hag until I have been granted access.” With that Drukas grabs two or three books off the shelves and heads towards the doors. Just before he exits the council room he stops and says over his shoulder, “I'm borrowing these and I'll leave Aizes to get the rest of the mission information,” with that Drukas exits the room.

Making his way through the maze of aerial walk ways that serve as thoroughfares for the hidden scroll village Drukas heads for the group of towers owned by his family. As he closes in on the towers he quickly takes a detour onto a smaller walkway that isn't as well maintained as the others. Following it to the servants entrance to the tower complex Drukas pulls out a key, unlocks the small door and slips into the busy kitchens of his families main tower. Only a few of the servants look up as most are used to the young man entering the tower this way. “Ah young master ElfDragon I heard you were back in the village.” says a tall bulky man with a cheery visage who was wearing the garments of a chef. Smiling at the man Drukas says, “Ah Mort I should have know you would know I was in town. You have a network of informants that rivals Aizes, but I hope you shall keep my presence here quiet right?” “Ah of course I shall Drukas. Shall I have food sent up to your suite as usual?” “That would be wonderful Mort. I'm heading up, have a nice night.” “Same to ye master Drukas.” Drukas turning away from the mirthful chef, makes his way to a small set of stairs and slips up them.

Drukas swiftly makes his way though the servant corridors of the tower to his private suite as not to be seen by any of his family. As he opens the door to his personal chambers he is glad to see them just as he left them two months ago; littered with books, scrolls and a sundry of odd mechanical devices. Passing from the main room, which contains his bed, a couch, his wardrobe and numerous bookshelves, Drukas heads into his private study, where he checks the desk and is happy to see it is well stocked with the necessities of writing. Setting the books he had taken from the council chambers on the desk drukas unbuckles his swords from his waist while moving back to the main room, after he frees his swords from his waist he lays them down on the couch. He then begins to remove his leathers as he heads to his private bath chamber. Once in the chambers he fully strips himself of his battle gear and heads to the wardrobe in the main room where Alexandrukas grabs out a set of silver house robes trimmed in forest green, as well as a forest green sash. Quickly donning the house clothes Drukas heads over to the last room of his chambers, as he steps inside the sparse room he lets his gaze slide over the ruff wooden workbench laden with tools, materials, and half complete gadgets then sitting down at the bench Drukas begins to busily work on the devices.

Three hours later a knock at Drukas's door rouses him from his work, rising from the bench Drukas heads to his chambers door and looks out the spy hole he had built discreetly into the door. Outside of the door stands a young silver haired women with a cross look on her face. Stepping back from the door with a sigh drukas mutters, “Sora” The young girl knocks on the door again adding more force to the knocks before whispering harshly, “Drukas I know your there so just open the god dang door or should I go get your father to open it?” Grimacing Drukas opens the door just wide enough to let the girl slip in and then closes it quietly after she gets past. Turning around to face the teenager as she headed over to his couch and flops down on to it Drukas asks, “Okay Sora how did you know I was here?” “Gramseer told me. Who else did you expect?” says Sora as she stick her tongue out at Drukas. “Why didn't I guess? So does Grams want to see me?” “Nah she said that you could have the night to yourself.” says Sora as she picks up one of Drukas's sheathed swords. Taking the sword from her Drukas bonks her on the head with it before bending down to pick up its partner. As he walks takes the swords over to his wardrobe to put them up Drukas says, “And you didn't feel that if the matriarch didn't want to bother me that you shouldn't?” Rubbing her head Sora turns toward Drukas and sticks her tongue out at him before saying, “Nope.”

Heading back over to the couch Drukas flops down next to Sora, messes up her hair and says, “Very funny brat. You know whenever I come home I like to take the first night to relax before all the bullshit starts up.” Punching Drukas in the arm Sora says, “Don't call me a brat and you relax later. I want to visit with my darling older cousin. Its been ages since we last hung out.” Getting up from the couch Drukas heads toward his study while saying, “Fine you can stay for a while. So how goes your studies at the sword academy?” Drukas then disappears into the study and

there is a clink of glasses, followed by the sound of liquid being poured. Drukas reappears holding two glasses filled with amber liquid, heads over to the couch and hands Sora a glass. “Same deal as before Sora. You can drink but if a word of this reaches your mum after she gets done yelling at me I'm coming after you. Now spill it how are things going at the sword academy?” “Well I'm the best in my class but....” “Who did you put in the hospital this time?” says Drukas after a chuckle at the guilty look on his cousin's face. Blushing Sora looks away before saying, “....Eraki.” Drukas stares at her for a moment before bursting out into laughter. After he finishes laughing Drukas says, “You put your older brother into the hospital? Tell me he deserved it.” “He did! He went on one of those rants about how I should quit the academy since a kunoichi would never be as good as a male shinobi,” says Sora as she turns back towards her cousin. “So you take a practice sword and beat the crap out of him?” “NO! I challenged him to a spar to prove to him that he was wrong.” “And the idiot accepted? Well now he deserves the beating it seems.” “Well I exactly didn't give him a option,” says Sora as she cringes a bit when Drukas raises his eyebrow. “You see I called him out in front of his lackeys and he couldn't really back down due to all the crap he always spews around them.” “Ah so what injuries did he end up with?” Sora cringes a bit more at the question and looks up away before saying, “A broken arm, six bruised ribs, eight broken fingers, a bruised femur, three broken toes and a cracked skull.” Letting out a whistle Drukas says, “So thats why you are hiding out here. You did a real number on him. Well if he or anybody gives you trouble about it just tell me, Okay?” Sora downs the rest of her drink before saying, “Yeah I know. Now where is my gift? I know you always get me one when you are out on patrol.”

Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:29:00 GMT

I recently rediscovered and old addiction of mine which is online personality tests. I thought I would just post some of the results I got:

Take the World of Darkness Quiz

by David J Rust

Take the What Type of Roleplayer Are You? quiz.

What type of Swordsman are you?

You are a fencer.You fight honerably, you try not to kill your oponents, but only disarm them, to force them to surrender. Once in a duel, you will go all out, and kill your oponent. You use a rapier.

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Take the What High School Stereotype Are You? quiz.

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Take the What Type of Friend Are You? quiz.

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What type of Fae are you?

Find your Celestial Choir

You are The Hermit

Prudence, Caution, Deliberation.

The Hermit points to all things hidden, such as knowledge and inspiration,hidden enemies. The illumination is from within, and retirement from participation in current events.

The Hermit is a card of introspection, analysis and, well, virginity. You do not desire to socialize; the card indicates, instead, a desire for peace and solitude. You prefer to take the time to think, organize, ruminate, take stock. There may be feelings of frustration and discontent but these feelings eventually lead to enlightenment, illumination, clarity.

The Hermit represents a wise, inspirational person, friend, teacher, therapist. This a person who can shine a light on things that were previously mysterious and confusing.

What Tarot Card are You?
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Halloween Drabble

Wed, 01 Nov 2006 16:54:03 GMT

I wrote this last night while on a sugar high:

Naruto was excited. It was Halloween, he had managed to get granny tsunade to give him the night off, and hinata an sakura had agreed to go to the costume party with him. Grinning like a fool in anticipation of both a date with his two favorite girls and receiving tons of free candy, naruto hurriedly donned the ingenious costume he had thought of with the help of the kyuubi and sakura. Still wearing a grin that only grew bigger as he studied himself in the mirror naruto thought *Everybody is going to die of shock when they see me! I look just like he does in the photos!* *You already bore a resemblance to him kit and you should give that pink haired vixen some credit for making those rags you call robes* *You are such a....* before naruto could finish the thought a faint knock sounded at his door. Naruto moves to the door and opens it to reveal the cutest little nurse he had ever seen.

“Yondaime?” gasped hinata when the door to naruto's flat opened revealing naruto dressed in the white and red robes while wearing the ceremonial hat of the hokage. Naruto for his part just stood there staring at hinata dressed in a tight fitting nurses uniform that left nothing to the imagination with its super tight top and mini-skirt as a trickle of blood began to leak form his nose. Naruto's dirty thoughts were interrupted as a pink haired tsunade look-a-like tackled him from the roof with a loud, “Think fast naruto!”. Rubbing his head naruto sits up and says, “What was that for sakura-chan?”. “That was for gawking at hinata and nearly getting blood on those robes I worked so hard on. Now tell me do you like my costume?” “Your costume is great sakura-chan.” Hinata having first been stunned by what she thought was the yondaime brought back to life was even further shocked when sakura dropped off the roof onto what she realized was naruto dressed up as the yondaime. “Naruto how does my costume look?” inquires hinata as she fidgets with her fingers and blushes. Naruto hearing hinata's question turned around, gave her the once over again, and once again had to fight with his eyes to keep them from stopping at all the wrong places since sakura was standing right next to him. Sakura noticing naruto's flustered state took the opportunity to speak up for him, “You look great hinata and by the look on naruto's face I think he agrees.”. Naruto finally able to drag his eyes off of hinata's outlined chest and up to her face blushes and says, “Yeah you do look great hinata-chan, that costume really...” blushing naruto pauses a second before continuing, “...makes you look extra cute and sexy.” Hinata blushes deeply at naruto's comment while sakura turns towards him and knocks him upside the head while yelling “Quit being such a pervert!”

“Well I guess we should get heading to the party.” announces a grinning naruto as he straightens his robes and pulls sakura and hinata next to him by the hips as they start to walk towards the hokage mansion. “Naruto who said you could put your hand on my hip?” inquires sakura even though she does nothing to move away or remove the offending hand. Looking a bit put out naruto turns towards hinata and asks, “At least you don't mind me holding you do you hinata-chan?” Blushing hinata just shakes her head to indicate that she doesn't mind. “Ease up naruto you are going to make her faint if you keep it up.” “Its okay sakura I'm fine, really.” A look of concern crossing his face naruto says, “Are you sure hinata-chan? I can tone it down if you want.” “No seriously I'm okay naruto!” reassures hinata. “You shouldn't give him such an easy time after he picked that outfit out for you!” “But she looks so hot dressed up as a nurse sakura-chan!” *He has a good point you know* quips inner sakura as they arrive in front of tsunade's mansion where the party was being held on the roof.

During the trip the threesome hadn't notice but naruto dressed as he was had drawn a lot of stares and gasps as they passed through the streets but they did notice the guards at the mansion do a double take as naruto approached. “Heh I really do have to thank you for suggesting this costume sakura-chan.” “Well why don't you then?” “Didn't I just do that?” “No you just said that you should, it doesn't mean you did!” replies sakura as she whacks him over the head for the second time that night. Mumbling naruto asks, “Will you quit hitting me if I thank you?” which earns him his third lump on his head of the night. Smirking hinata helps naruto to his feet while saying, “Why don't we head up to the party before it ends without us.” “Thats hinata for you always the one with a cool head. Come on naruto lets go.” is sakura's answer as she slides under the arm not currently over hinata's shoulder.

As the trio reach the roof they see that they are the last to arrive. A quick scan of the room reveals kakashi over in the corner dressed up as gai, tsunade on the far side of the room dressed up as jiraiya, and the rookie nine over on the left side of the roof. The trio also catches glimpse of what seems to be gai dressed up as kakashi before the crowd shifts and they lose sight of him. Hearing the conversation die down across the roof tsunade looks up from her drink only to throw a quick glance at it to see if how much of it she had drunk. Naruto who had just crested the stairs, stepped into full view of the guests of the party heard the entire roof fall silent and felt all the eyes of the party fall on his visage which held a grin stretching from ear to ear. The silence was soon broken as tsunade came up to him and asked “Naruto? Is that really you? My god do you know who you look like?” “Yup it is me tsunade-baachan and you should close your mouth before something flies into it.” Naruto's playful jab going unnoticed by the stunned hokage who could still not believe the incredible likeness between the yondaime and her adopted little brother. Sure there had always been a passing resemblance but now with naruto wearing his hair long and decked out in the robes of a hokage he was a dead ringer for the yondaime. Tsunade was brought out of her reverie when a fist came crashing down on naruto's head. Looking up she saw it was jiraiya clad in a orange jumpsuit masquerading as his hyperactive student who had punched naruto. Angry at be punched naruto turns towards jiraiya and says “Why the heck did you hit me ero-sennin!” “For nearly giving me a heart attack ya runt!” replies jiraiya as he takes a steps back and surveys naruto. Finally noticing sakura and hinata under naruto's arms a lecherous grin spreads across his face as he says, “Hey now what do we have here? How did a runt like you manage to snag two lovely kunoichis at once?” Smirking naruto replies, “You are just jealous, old man!” as he reaches down and pats sakura and hinata's behinds, which earns him a death glare from sakura and causes a hinata's whole face to turn red.

Neji who had been watching the encounter from the other side of the roof shatters the glass in his hand when he sees naruto pat hinata's backside while thinking, *He is a dead man, selecting such a costume for her had already earned him a beating but now broken bones won't even do* Tenten who had been giggling at hinata's reaction turns when she hears the glass shatter and is just in time to see the telltale veins spread out from neji's eyes as the angry hyuuga stares daggers towards the blond. Knowing she had to act fast to prevent to the start of fight tenten quickly grabs neji by the shoulder and spins him around to face her while capturing his lips in a kiss. Naruto feeling a icy stare looks past a flabbergasted ero-sennin to see the normally somber hyuuga neji dressed in a flamboyant pirate costume giving him an icy stare. As he watches neji he sees tenten spin him around and entrap the furious hyuuga in a kiss. With a laugh naruto mentally notes to thank the weapon using kunoichi later for keeping neji entertained. Turning back to tsunade and jiraiya naruto says, “Well if it is okay with you two the three of us are gonna go enjoy the party.” With that naruto returns his arms to the shoulders of his two companions and leads them over towards where the rookie nine along with gai's team, the kazegage and his siblings are talking.

As they approach their friends sakura spots a costumeless shikamaru looking bored while being glared at by a angry temari in a very provocative catgirl costume, turning her head towards naruto she says, “Hey naruto lets go see what shika and temari are up to.” “Heh yeah I bet you ten dollars I know what he'll say if we ask him why he isn't wearing a costume.” “No fair thats a easy bet! Anybody who knows him knows what he will say.” “Well lets see if he meets expectations. Hey shikamaru you lazy oaf! Where is your costume?” “Bah too troublesome to pick one.” is the lazy genius's response. “Heh I knew you would say that.” Turning his head towards temari naruto greets her with, “And how are you doing temari-san? Everything alright in suna?” Taking her glare off of shika temari turns toward naruto and says “I doing just fine naruto and I must say you look rather dashing in those robes, they suit you very well.” “Well I'm glad they do I'd hate to look like a dork when I become hokage.” laughs naruto as he rubs the back of his head which earns him a grin from temari. Suddenly something pokes him in the back, sliding his arms off of sakura and hinata naruto turns around to find a stream of sand leading back towards gaara who was currently clad in naruto's signature orange jumpsuit. Looking puzzled at gaara's appearance naruto asks, “Gaara?” “I couldn't think of anything else to wear.” is gaara's response as he shrugs while glancing over at jiraiya. “Heh don't worry about it. Who wouldn't want to be me?” laughs naruto right before sakura delivers his fifth punch to the head that night while saying, “Don't be so arrogant!”

Turning back towards the girls naruto grins at his two girls and asks “So which one of you two want to dance with me first?” Looking down at the shy blue haired kunoichi beside her sakura gently presses her toward naruto while saying “You go on and take the first dance hinata. I want to talk with some people first.” Naruto smiles at hinata as he offers his arm to her and waits for the shy hyuuga to take his hand. As she takes the offered hand she turns towards sakura and quietly whispers “Thank you sakura-san!” With naruto and hinata off dancing sakura turns and scans the crowd until she sees a literally bushy tailed lee who is dressed up as a squirrel and is talking with ino who had borrowed an outfit from sakura to pose as the pink-haired ninja. Grinning sakura heads over to the two and joins in conversation.

Meanwhile kakashi had wandered over to jiraiya and asks “He is a perfect doppleganger for him isn't he?” as he sends a glance over towards naruto who is currently whirling about the dance floor with hinata in his arms. “Surprisingly so sometimes but I guess it is to be expected he is the fourth's legacy after all.” “I noticed he maybe becoming a legacy of yours as well, of course it is in matters other than the ways of a ninja.” replies kakashi with a wry laugh. “Hmph! I was just as surprised by his little stunt with those two as anyone else.” “I still would say that he learned such behavior from you.” “Maybe the kid was pretty smooth.” admits the sannin with a touch of pride in his voice. “He was also pretty reckless. Sakura could have punched him through a wall and he did it right in front of neji who I'm surprised didn't jump him.” “Heh the way he acts that might just happen tonight.” is jiraiya's response.

As the song they were dancing to draws to a close naruto bends down and captures hinata's lips with his own, kissing her passionately. Hinata gasps as naruto presses his lips to her but soon surrenders to him as he deepens the kiss by running his tongue against her lips seeking entrance into her mouth. Parting her lips slightly hinata allows naruto's tongue access to her mouth and gasps as it runs across her own. Hearing tenten stifle a giggle neji turns around from his conversation with choji to see his darling cousin wrapped in a heated embrace with naruto as they kissed deeply. Gritting his teeth in anger neji mutters, “Dead man” before starting to walk towards the couple with every intention of ripping naruto off his cousin and beating the crap out of him. Tenten though had heard neji mutter and grabs his arm before he can move off and says, “Oh stop being such a child and hypocrite neji! Me and you kiss like that all the time. Plus it is about time hinata got into a relationship.” “Hmph!” is all tenten gets before neji shakes her off his arm and starts moving forward again only to be stopped by tenten's hand flying in between his legs and grabbing a very different part of his anatomy. “Now I said leave them be neji! Now go get me some punch!” says tenten as she gives a squeeze to empathize her point. Neji suitably cowed sighs and heads off to go grab some punch for tenten as she straightens her neji costume. Jiraiya and kakashi who had observed this all share a quick laugh at neji's predicament as jiraiya comments to kakashi, “Ah so thats why the hyuuga hasn't attacked naruto yet.” “You could say that she has the situation in her very capable hands” is kakashi's reply before they both bust out laughing at neji's predicament.

Naruto and hinata breaking their embrace walk back over to sakura where upon arrival naruto says, “Do you two girls want punch?” Hinata still flustered from the kiss just nods her head as sakura says, “I would love some and when you get back I want a dance.” before quickly giving naruto a kiss on the lips. Grinning from sakura's kiss naruto makes his way to the punch bowl and reaches for the ladle. As neji heads to the punch bowl he sees naruto reach it and quickly moves next to him and grabs the blond ninja's arm tightly as it reaches for the ladle. Looking to see who owned the hand currently crushing his forearm naruto turns his head to see a angry hyuuga neji with no tenten in sight to hold him back as the words *Oh crap!* flash through his mind. Grinning slightly to see the color drain from naruto's face neji moves his lips close to the blond's right ear and whispers, “Touch her again and you are dead uzumaki.” With that neji takes the ladle, fills a cup for tenten then walks off. Letting lose a breath he hadn't even know he was holding naruto reaches for the ladle and fills up three cups which he then takes over to sakura and hinata. Seeing neji wearing a grin as he returns a worried tenten asks, “What did you do?” Still grinning neji says, “Oh nothing.” before bending down and kissing tenten.

Finishing her drink sakura grabs naruto's arm and drags him onto the dance floor while saying, “Come on naruto you owe me a dance.” Wrapping her arms around naruto's waist after placing his arms around her neck sakura leans forward placing her forehead on naruto's and stares into his deep blue eyes as they slowly dance. “What took me so long to notice you?” “Heck if I know sakura-chan but it was worth the wait.” Pressing her lips to his for a quick kiss sakura then pulls back and says, “Well I guess I just have to makeup for lost time” before pressing her lips to his again. Looking up from her conversation with lee, ino sees sakura and naruto kiss only to feel a thorn of jealousy lance through her as the thinks, *Who does forehead girl think she is kissing naruto like that!* Frustrated ino turns back towards lee and grabs him by the arm as she drags him to a place where she can't see the dancing couple.

Breaking their kiss, naruto spins sakura around so that she is facing away from him and once again wraps his arms around her slim waste. “Naruto” squeaks sakura as naruto plants tender kisses down the side of her neck before nibbling on her ear. Grinning at the sakura's squeak naruto lets the tips of his fingers worm their way under sakura's costume to brush along her midriff with the intent to elicit more from her. Not disappointing naruto, sakura lets out another squeak as she feels naruto's warm fingers brush across her bare skin before saying, “That tickles naruto and if you go any farther south with those hands I'm going to break them.” and planting a kiss on his nose with a giggle. Giving a look like a kicked puppy before a mischievous grin spreads across his face naruto says, “Oy so mean sakura-chan, but I guess if the south is off limits I just have to head northwards.” as his hands draw away from her warm skin, lightly skimming her sides with his fingertips before quickly cupping her bosom with a light squeeze. Sakura blushes furiously as she feels naruto's hands cup her chest and says, “Baka! Those are off limits in public!” as she elbows him in the stomach. Moving his arms back down to her waste naruto once again worms his fingers under the material of sakura's costume to splay his fingers out across her stomach before whispering, “Good then you won't mind if I play with them later tonight.” in her ear. “And what exactly do you think will be happening later tonight?” says sakura with a smirk. Removing a hand from her stomach naruto gently clasps her chin. Leaning down while using his newly placed hand to tilt sakura's head back naruto presses his lips against sakura's while starting to rub his fingers in small circles across her midriff. Breaking the kiss for only a second naruto whispers, “You'll find out later.” before he presses his lips to sakura's again.

As the song comes to a close naruto and sakura break their embrace while leaving the dance floor. “Oy naruto over here!” calls out a gruff male voice as naruto return from the dance floor with sakura. Turning around naruto sees the males of the rookie nine along with the male members of team guy and the two male sand-nins have split off from their female counterparts. Identifying the voice as that of kiba dressed up as kankuro with akamaru posing as pakun on his shoulder naruto says to him, “Is it that time already?” “Yeah the girls started pealing off shortly after you guys hit the dance floor.” “You girls just have to have your little girls only talks don't you” says naruto as he teasingly pokes sakura in the side. “Hmph we have to have some intelligent conversation and don't act like you guys don't enjoy having the time to drink while swapping stories” says sakura before giving naruto one last kiss and heading over to the gossiping crowd of young kunoichi. After watching sakura walk off and throwing a quick glance accompanied with a smile towards hinata, naruto moves off to the group of gathered men.

As naruto arrives a bottle of sake is offered to him by a mummy, which after a moment of study he recognizes as shino. “Um thanks shino, nice costume I guess.” says naruto before he grabs the bottle and takes a swig.

Now it isn't done because I'm going to make it a one-shot.

Random Map

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 16:03:39 GMT

Just posting a random map I made today. I am pretty happy with it so I thought that it wouldn't hurt to throw it up on the web:

Behold! I post!

Wed, 18 Oct 2006 20:50:30 GMT

Below is part of a fic based off of a old D&D charcter of mine who actaully supplied me with the pen-name of Alexandrukas:

As the dark clouds blocking the silvery moon part a pale beam of moonlight filters down through the obsidian night into the dark forest which borders the walls of SilverWood, gleaming in the lunar aura. Beneath the canopy three shadowy figures glide through the still night heading towards the walls. Nearby on the gleaming walls, four of SilverWood's volunteer guards sitting with their backs to the wind are warming their hands and feet on a brazier of coals, their weapons set aside. One of the figures stops when it spots the unaware guards and then with a oily hiss the figure removes a black war bow as tall as a man from it's back. Nocking two arrows, which seemed to drink in all light, the figure in a silent hissing voice recites “Austrat vutha svent, arirlymiejir clax.”

In SilverWood's tavern the town's scribe and sage, Alexandrukas, suddenly sits straight up startling his companion and in anger exclaims “Shit!” as he feels the dark presence at the wall and one of the guards die as the the dark arrows pierce his back. Jumping up he runs for the door while drawing his silver rapier, as he reaches the door he calls back to his bewildered comrade “Freewynd! Loose your sword and follow me for there is darkness afoot at the wall!”

As the fell arrows flew from the figure's bow and pierce one of the poor guards back, stealing not only life but death as well, the other two figures move quickly to surround the guards on either side. Having blocked in the guards from either side the two figures let loose a feral hissing laugh as the third figure takes it's place to keep the guards from escaping into the village. The guards start as the figures appear and their comrade dies, quickly the grab at their weapons but only two manage to grab one, as the figures tighten the trap. One of the dark figures draws forth a sword with a lightless blade and waves it menacingly, then lets loose another hiss and the words “Ssifisv munthrek... gethrisj ekess sveefm vur ariwuxkaegro.” suddenly the guards limbs leadened and felt heavier than anything in the world. As this is going on the last figure began to draw symbols in the dark night sky while preforming hand signs.

As alexandrukas races through the streets towards the wall and the dark presence, he clears the last house obscuring the top of the wall. As he glances up to the wall he sees the three dark figures outlined in moonlight and his eye trains onto the third figure as it moves it's arms. Instantly he recognizes the acts of spell casting and curses then he raises his hand while shouting the words “ORN IXEN SVENT!!!!” Silver energy congregates into his palm then appears to shatter as a silvery shards fly from it towards the casting figure but before the shards can reach the figure it completes it's spell and a thick billowing shadow spouts from it's hands encircling the three paralyzed guards snuffing out the life in them. As shards hit the caster they explode setting alight the figure's black robes in silver flame, from within the folds of the mass of robes comes a unearthly cry of anguish as the flames devour it. The creature flails about and falls from the wall landing in a crumpled heap of flames. The figure with the bow hisses at the being who would so dare as to attack them and nocks three arrows to it's bow.

On the ground alexandrukas nods at a spell well done when he sees the figure fall just as three of the black arrows fly towards him. With the trained reflexes of a adventurer alexandrukas raises his rapier to bat aside one arrow and then rolls out of the way of the two following it. As more arrows fly towards him alexandrukas takes cover behind the nearest building just as two arrows pierce the ground where he just stood. Behind the building alexandrukas curses under his breath and says “So the finally found me...”

An Adventurer's Saga

Wed, 11 Oct 2006 16:59:21 GMT

This is a story I have been working on for a while but writer's block is trying to kill it dead. But I shall attempt to persevere against the dreaded horror that is writer's block!

In the hot air of the summer day a clear metallic sound rang out over the noise of the crowd. Karegos smiles as he draws his sword from its sheath raising the sword over his head, he revels in the crowds roar. “Today is a good day to fight” thinks Karegos as he reflects on his previous bouts. Before he can delve deeper into thought the rusted gate apparatus at the other end of the arena begins to creak and groan as it is slowly cranked open. As the doors swing outward the cheers of the crowd become a deafening roar and the blood in Karegos's veins begin to quicken with battle lust. Then the doors open and within their dark threshold stands a great beast twice the size of the tallest man. With one great step the gigantic beast steps forward into the sun, it's grey skin glistening in the sunlight. It was then that Karegos became aware of what matter of creature his opponent was. The troll advancing fully out of the gateway becomes enraged by the bright sun and Karegos's training instantly takes over as the troll advances. With a roar the troll brings it's mace down with Herculean force, quickly Karegos rolls to the side dodging the powerful blow. The troll then with beastly instinct side swipes the mace in an effort to crush the other combatant. Karegos raises his small buckler just in time to absorb most of the blow but it still carries enough force to send him flying into the arena wall with force enough to knock the wind from him. As he stands and tosses aside the now crumpled shield, time seems to slow and the crowd's roar seems to dim as battle lust, fully takes him. Grinning with savage glee Karegos deftly ducks another swing of the mace and then with a quick roll is on his knees in a crouched position behind the troll. Swinging with the learned acuteness of a trained fighter, Karegos slashes the troll's leg severing the tendons of the leg. As the blade tears the muscle, hot blood spit forth coating Karegos's arms and chest in a thick layer of the crimson liquid. Karegos barely registering the troll's cry of pain and rage as it falls to it's knees, hamstringed by the powerful blow. As the troll struggles to stand up Karegos savagely swings his sword towards the creature's head. He aims for the place where the jaw meets the skull, where a solid blow will create the most spectacular showering of gore. The sword makes clean contact with the troll's jaw line causing an explosion of crimson gore that covers Karegos in blood and turns the white sand to a pinkish red. Wiping a thick string of the dead troll's dripping blood from his face Karegos smiles with savage elation as the crowd cheers wildly and he thinks to himself “Yes today is a good day to fight!”.

Later that night....

Karegos sits in his tent no longer the grand warrior of this morning’s fights but a common man, a little on the tall side, but none the less just a man “No not a man, a slave” thinks Karegos bitterly. Shifting his shackles Karegos digs around in his simple tunic and pulls forth the dull knife he has smuggled into his tent so that he can once again attempt to break free. Sighing he dutifully begins to pry at his shackles; suddenly he hears the well trained footsteps of the Asurodi militia approaching the block of tents around him. Quickly Karegos ferrets the knife away wondering what has brought this country's militia to the camp. He hears them stop in front of the head trainer's tent and sees the outline of at least twenty legionaries, all with torches, through the tent fabric. The head trainer comes out of his tent to converse with what must be the militia captain. As he watches Karegos sees the motions of the silent conversation become heated and fierce climaxing with the captain partially drawing his sword. The head trainer’s shadow hesitates gestured for the captain to calm down and enter the privacy of his tent. As the two shadows disappear into the tent’s sheltering folds, the rest of the men fan out and encircle the tent. Karegos sensing danger from these men holds back at first but his natural curiosity soon overrides his training, and he creeps to the flap of his tent to peek out at the legionnaires. The view that greets him is not that of the yellow uniformed solders of the Asurodi militia as he had expected but the crimson red Spartan style uniform of the Jedar School, the very school where he had been raised, trained, and had served for before his capture and enslavement. As he studies the faces he doesn't see any familiar faces in the seemingly at ease troops. But Karegos recognizes the stance and mood of the troops practiced to make the one believe they were lazy and untrained when in truth they were expert knights always on guard. Glancing at his upper arm he studies a tattoo half caked in mud and dried troll blood and remembers the day he received it as he swore himself in to Jedar's private army. As his eyes catch and trace the lines of the tattoo, a broken sword pointing down with a drop of blood falling from the ragged point, he savors the look and feel of the tattoo remembering the burning pride he had the day he received it.
With all his might he aches to cry out to the men so that he draw their attention to his tent, to show them the tattoo and ask his fellow soldiers to set him free but even as the thought crosses his mind he remembers the collar so cruelly buckled around his neck and the magic within it that keeps him and other slaves silent at night unless spoken to. Cursing the master of the gladiatorial school for his strict and barbaric treatment of the slaves, Karegos digs for the knife so he can continue to cut free the collar and cry out to the warriors. As his fingers grasp the rugged wooden handle of the anemically bladed knife, Karegos sighed inwardly thanking the gods for his lucky streak. Fiercely sawing at the collar he sighs with relief as it begins to loosen, once again Karegos sends thanks to the gods for the master's tight coin purse. Before the collar can completely come undone the captain and head trainer exit out of the trainer's tent and after a few quick orders from the captain, the pair head towards Karegos's tent. Karegos upon hearing the crunch of gravel under the approaching pair's boots stops sawing at the collar and moves to his tent flap to peek out. His eyes widened at the image of the pair heading towards him, shooting a glance down at the dull blade on the knife wondering if he should hide it from the trainer's glowering gaze. But as his gaze sweeps across the face of the approaching militia captain his eyes grow large and awestruck, before his very eyes is the familiar fey face of Teroi Kada, an old rival from his school days at Jedar. His shock at seeing his old rival causes the knife to drop from his grasp onto the dirt floor. Before he can shake the cold numbness of shock from his body the tent flap is pulled fully open by Teroi, followed by the trainer. A smile plays across Teroi's face as he chuckles inwardly at the look of complete disbelief and shock that is splayed across the face of Karegos, knowing that Karegos most likely never thought to see Teroi or for that matter anybody from his previous life again.
“Well, well, well, if it isn't Karegos mighty warrior of Jedar” Teroi mirthfully says with a cheshire grin on his fey face.

“How??” was all that Karegos squeaks out as he tries to gather his wits.

“Now, now Karegos asking a question about the middle of the story will only confuse you so let us get you out of here then we will have time to explain.” is the only reply Karegos receives as the grinning Teroi turns to the glowering head trainer.

“Well idiot if you fancy all your innards inside your body you shall set my dirty friend here free.”

“I will not stand for this! That man is legal property of my master by Asurodi law! You have no claim to him!” spits the trainer. As soon as the trainer's words leave his mouth he regrets them because Teroi's blade is out and released from its sheath. The sword hovers at the man's throat, threating to taste the man's lifeblood if he wavers even a hair’s length. Swallowing with great discomfort the man puts his hands up in defeat. Teroi removes the offending blade one last glare. The man quickly pulls forth the key and goes about the process of loosing the chains from around Karegos but stops the moment he sees the frayed collar. His eyes darting to Karegos’s recently freed arms and hands, then to Karegos’s eyes knowing he had beaten this man cruelly when they were “conditioning” him.

Inside his head underneath his fear comes a unearthly scream of outrage and hate that shreds his conscience till nothing remains, what replaces the man's feeble wine sodden mind is a cold calculating malicious mentality with but one thought; kill the meddling man before him. Before Teroi can admonish the trainer for halting, the trainer's body begins to jerk violently and a stream of blood pours from his mouth at the chin. Suddenly the jerking stops and the trainer looks up straight into Teroi's eyes. Gone are the weak eyes of the subservient trainer, instead dark pools of cold rage reside in his eyes. As the trainer begins to stand up Teroi backs away eyes wide with cold fear mixed with dreaded recognition.

“Theeee mannnn issss ourssss andddd heeee shallll stayyyy ourssss” said the now fully upright trainer, his voice filled with a ghostly serpentine drawl. Stunned Karegos backs away from the trainer. The trainer with a shuffling, jerky, unnatural movement raises his hands and lunges at Teroi with a quickness that doesn't fit his movements.

Well I hope you guys like it and aren't too harsh in your reviews

A salutations and introduction.

Sat, 07 Oct 2006 04:17:32 GMT

Well since this is the first post in a fresh, clean, and shiny journal I'm going to introduce myself! Lets see what to say about a individual as diverse, brilliant, annoying, egotistical, and imaginative as myself? Oh wait I pretty much said most of it there! I'm all that and more, I'm also witty, crazy, a bit obsessive compulsive, fan-boyish about certain subjects, and I still haven't cover the paradox that is myself in full. Ah I went and mentioned paradox! It is such a good word to describe so many different people and in fact I feel it is one of the few words that can describe every human being ever born. But back to our most interesting subject, myself. I fancy myself a writer and one day would love nothing more than to publish a novel of my favorite genre, fantasy. The problem with me as a writer is that while I can dream up great stories when I go to write them words start to fail me, and when that happens I begin to write in a very brittle form because I am too frustrated from trying to get the wording right. Another thing that goes wrong when I write is that I start to become overly self conscious about if it will appeal to readers and draw them in. I also love to draw but there I admit one of my faults and that fault is the complete lack of talent when it actually comes to drawing. But the most frustrating thing is that with my imagination I can dream up these grand sweeping vistas and in my minds eye paint the most surreal images that I know if put down on paper would steal the breath away from those who view it. Since we are covering my hobbies I guess I should list off my other major hobbies which consists of magic: the gathering, D&D, reading, watching anime, gardening, gaming, computers, and sword fighting. As you can see when I said that I'm diverse i meant it! I mean everything from my music tastes to my wardrobe. I also have the tendency to talk, or post in long, complicated, and usually roundabout ways but hey everybody I know gets use to it after awhile. Well while I'm at it here is a link to a gallery that contains several maps I made using mapping software: http://img345.imageshack.us/gal.php?g=frewynd5kk.png. Just something you might want to check out. Well I guess thats all for now though I'll probably post some of my writings and leave them and my ego up to what I'm sure will be a amalgam of razor sharp wit, sarcasm, and the few positive remarks I'll get. Ja Ne!