NOOOES (naruto fandom babble)

[askerian]

Ripple Effect and the Way of the Apartment Manager are BOTH done (or almost done *hopehope*)!!!!! Why, WHY must all good, plotty, background-full, regularly updated fics END??? WHAT WILL I READ NOW??!?!1!111?

... woe. T_T

*shakes f-list for fic* cough it up, biatches. I need my fix.

so not avoiding writing my own, noooo. shush, you.

Comments

[lomelinde-sama.livejournal.com]

*feeds plot bunnies lost of sugar and flees*

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

*shaken*
*coughs up a hairball on you*

=D

[askerian]

*BITES*

[animeprincess.livejournal.com]

*tired-up-too-late-fangirl-sleepy-semi-pounce-of-squee*

[animeprincess.livejournal.com]

because i'll write one when a bunny strikes, and when i'm less tired. *sleeps*

[edenfalling]

Hey! It's not like I'm not working on other Naruto stories, you know! And I am going to write a sequel. Which will have Sasuke in it. And which was your own damn plot bunny in the first place. So there!

Plus, y'know, there's going to be an epilogue, probably up this weekend. (Give or take a few days... probably toward the later side.)

[askerian]

... i know... BUT STILL ;_;

*sits down to wait*

*and wait*

*and waiiiiiiiiiiiit*

Crack drabble thinger.

[sahara-storm.livejournal.com]

Errr.... I found this collecting dust on the comp. I wrote it a while back, and forgot about it. You can have it, dear, since you seem to be in dire need of a fix.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Title:- Bottle Hair

A/N:- Err…this is a thing. Can’t be defined otherwise. If you want to be technical, we can call it a drabble (I’m still trying to get over the fact that I wrote something under 500 words, and did not explain every facet of its miniscule plot). Yup, still being plagued by Team Seven-ness.

Warnings:- Rampant OCC-ness. (As rampant as you can get in 210 words.) Silly crack!

Disclaimer:- Believe it or not, I actually don’t own Naruto. Go figure, aye? Bet I had you all fooled.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Eh…heh, heh, Sakura-chan,” the blond said uneasily, backing up. “Don’t take things so seriously, eh? This is all just a big misunderstanding. Why don’t we…erm…talk this out over a bowl of ramen? My treat.” Naruto smiled – he hoped – charmingly.

Sakura continued to look patently unamused, and continued to advance menacingly.

Naruto sweat-dropped, and wondered how he’d gotten himself into this mess.

Reclining on a nearby tree, Sasuke smirked. He supposed he could mention to Sakura that she actually was mistaken. It had in fact been Kiba who had given birth to the vicious rumour that Sakura wasn’t a natural….well, pink-haired. Ino had overheard the Inuzuka, and wasted no time in telling her best friend that the loud-mouthed idiot was suggesting that she got her hair from a bottle. Unfortunately – or fortunately; it depended on how sadistic Sasuke was feeling at the moment – she hadn’t deigned to mention which loud-mouthed idiot.

The Uchiha heir decided against voicing the truth. He was bored, and this was proving to be mildly entertaining. He folded his arms over a navy-clad chest, and smiled. The foreign positioning of his lips made him look vaguely psychotic.

Yeah, he would say he was feeling pretty sadistic right about now, he thought as Naruto careened into a rock.

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Re: Crack drabble thinger.

[askerian]

XDDDD eeevil!!! I love sasuke's smirking. and the msunderstanding about the idiots, so easy to make XD *purrlove*

[ycardaria.livejournal.com]

When I first read "NOOOES" - I thought it said NOODLES

-_-

Gift fic.

[vivi]

You gave me such nice responses to my other ficlets that I thought I'd write you another. It helped that I was inspired. ^_^ The reasoning behind this was that I'm frustrated with those people who're angry at Sasuke for leaving and betraying Konoha, just because they don't understand him. I want to kick him as much as the next fangirl, but I want to hug him right afterwards, too. Hope you enjoy!



Gateway



Sasuke stood before the gates of Konoha and knew what he was doing. He knew exactly how many people would resent him for it. He knew how each of his teammates would react. He knew what he’d have to do once went forward. He knew that, if what he hoped came to pass, he’d end up dead.

It didn’t matter to him.

Determination was as much a part of his being as any cell. It was the fire in his soul that kept him going when lurking despair finally surfaced, the rage that fuelled his existence when he could find no reason for existing. It was the only thing in his life that surpassed the hatred he felt, the hatred that grew and swelled every passing second.

He was becoming what Itachi wanted him to become, and he knew it. But that didn’t matter to him, either.

Sometimes, when he closed his eyes in the still moments between movement and thought, he heard distant screams. Each time he heard them they sounded less and less like his family’s and more like his own. He acknowledged that even as he wouldn’t acknowledge that it unnerved him. Sasuke told himself that insanity was inconsequential, that it didn’t matter, like everything else. But what humanity was left in the depths of him railed in protest. It told him differently.

He tried desperately not to listen to it.

He tried desperately not to see the tiny, young boy who voiced those screams: the deepest pain of his being, whose face was streaked with blood, dirt, tears. The blood of his family. The dirt of his worth. The tears of his reality.

It all meant the same to him, in the end. He also knew one thing above all else: there was one way to stop those screams, and he was going to achieve it.

He knew that, once his hopes came to pass, he’d breathe his last breath in silence.

He walked through the gates.

Re: Gift fic.

[askerian]

;_____; !!! crazysuke!! *hugglesqueeze* poor angsty bastard ;_; no die, not allowed ;;

[toki-usagi.livejournal.com]

Hmm, maybe if Miss Asuka were online there'd be fluff over ramen. Hint hint!
No, seriously, I'm working on the dreamfic, but it's all on normal paper. So, in the way of Yoda and the Sheriff of Rottingham, On...ass...your...online...get!

[askerian]

sorry love, no can do. I have an interview in a half-hour. Anyway today I have decided I will not get online. I will write instead. so there.

I never write anything when i can chat instead -__-;;; baaaad asuka. email? or post here?

Re: Gift fic.

[vivi]

Oh, you're evil. I've never even written Itachi before. O.O

Hmm... *scurries off*

*returns* Ugh. I hate it. They all feel OOC, the dialogue forced, the ending bad. And it mutated! It mutated completely! Well, here it is. Make of it what you will. Oh, and it's years in the future.

*growls* And more formatting errors! This is my third forth attempt at posting. I... hate... Microsoft... (<--my war cry in all computer things.) I'm such a horrible perfectionist. -_-;;;;;




End

It was the end of all things, all relevant things in his life, and it was time. Itachi felt it with a keen finality that seemed satisfactory to him.

"Brother," he whispered. Blood trickled down his skin, stark. "You are finally... strong enough."
Possibilities, though.
He saw a tear not of his own eye. He saw a wound, a living, festering tragedy that he had made, and felt no remorse.

Itachi's eyes closed. His words were barely audible. "Become stronger. For me."

He watched his brother die, and all Sasuke could think was that he wished he'd died with him.

~

Continue

"Bastard!" exclaimed Naruto in a panicked shriek. "What the fuck - fucking hell do you think you're doing? I don't care about your fucking quest for vengeance - " and that definitely wasn't a way to ingratiate Sasuke to him, but he didn't fucking care at this point - "so I'm not going to let you do this! I don't even fucking understand the fucking reasoning behind it, because you're a stupid fucking bastard who couldn't think with his own brain!"

Alright, so sense wasn't high on his list at the moment. It never was, and just then Sasuke overwhelmed all of his thoughts. What he'd tried to do couldn't be called suicide in the

strictest sense, but to Naruto, who knew his teammate inside and out, it was clear that he'd finally given up. And that was unacceptable, so fundamentally not Sasuke that he couldn't stand it. Wouldn't stand it.

"It's none of your business," answered Sasuke in an even, flat tone. His eyes were as dead as his purpose.

"It fucking well is my business!"

"Stay out of it."

There wasn't even a dobe tacked onto the end of it. That hurt more than he'd thought it would. "No, I won't stay out of it," Naruto hissed, the panic replaced by intense anger, concern. "I won't stay out of it because you're a stupid bastard who can't even take care of himself without someone holding his hand. Whatever happened to your stupid vengeance kick, anyway? Where's your brother now?" It was almost a taunt.

Sasuke remained unchanged, expression - and thoughts - curiously blank. "Dead," he murmured.

Naruto froze. "Dead? Dead?" He repeated it numbly. Life returned, bafflement with it. "Then why aren't you - oh, I don't know, smiling for once, instead of fucking trying to kill yourself?"

"I wasn't trying to kill myself," he said calmly.

"Yes, you fucking were! Don't even try to argue that, Sasuke, because I know you! I know you better than anyone else on the whole fucking planet, and - " Here, he faltered, voice cracking for a moment, and then, in a roar: "and you aren't going to fucking die just when you have a chance to become human!"

"I wasn't human before?" A whisper. Dark eyes, cold, stared at the ground. "I guess not. But, Naruto... What's left for me?"

"What's left for you? You - You..." The anger left him, and he sighed, tired, in its place. He reached a hand out and let it rest on Sasuke's shoulder, more positive contact than he'd had for years. "I'm still here, bastard," he said, almost softly. "You go anywhere, you do anything, you even try to commit suicide - and I'm still here. You can't do a single thing without me, got it? I won't be left behind!"

That, Sasuke could understand. It'd consumed most of his life, after all, and as he looked at Naruto's hand on his pale, pale skin, he felt a glimmer of - not hope, but possibility, something just as rare in his experience. "Then maybe I'd better stop running. Otherwise, I'll be so far ahead you can't catch up." A very faint smirk.

A fierce grin. "Yeah right, bastard - you just try it! You can't get rid of me!"

"You think I don't know that by now, dobe? You're so annoying."

"Yeah," he responded smugly, "but that's why you keep me around."

Re: Gift fic.

[vivi]

*completely... gives... up* *dedd* -_-;;;;;;;

Being a perfectionist just never works out for me. EVAR.

Appreciate my effort, damn it! >_<; *whines*

Really, that's not a ploy for pity. Really.

[nacchi-camui.livejournal.com]

Oh, pôv Asuka ;__; (maintenant tu sais ce qu'on ressens quand TOI t'écris rien :p)

Je t'écrirais un truc si j'écrivais X3

[rainbowlasers.livejournal.com]

**grins** If your bored, I can always write you drabbles. since I'm in a writing mood~~ :D butpleasegodnokagebunshinitBURNS

[askerian]

OHOHO YES.

Sasuke gets a pet.

[questofdreams.livejournal.com]

Awww... I really liked Ripple Effect too although I should check out that second one ^^ Sounds interesting.

Gratuitous sex stories always cheer me up. LOL...and then naturally, you gotta go looking for stories with plot, but STILL. Write woman WRITE!!

Another ficlet, hurrah!

[vivi]

Since you had to leave for that cursed necessary sleep, I got bored. XD; So I wrote you something else! Sakura of the Teamwork 'verse sprang up and pounced on me, so here ya go - fluff as ordered. Enjoy! :D



Strong


She rather thought it was a good thing that they were all in this together, anyway, or she'd be in a very bad place indeed. Sometimes the realization of how far behind she was made her freeze, tense up, feel worthless. But more often now the realization didn't come at all. Because little signs would appear to her that she meant more to her boys than just the part of a third, a necessary, if cumbersome, piece to the team.

There were two kinds of signs in either of her boys. Sasuke was, by far, the more subtle one, but even Sakura knew how to recognize his combat signs by now. When his eyes widened just a bit after she shrieked, or how he moved that much faster to get to her, or how that fierce, protective expression on his face wouldn't fade until he'd held her in his arms in the midst of safety.

Then, out of combat, were the other signs. The ones that meant much more to her because she knew how rare they were. Four times - and she'd counted them, laboriously - when he thought she was asleep, because he'd let his senses, his guard, his wariness down for her, for them, his arm would stretch around her waist. She would feel warm, even breath on her cheek as he drew close. And there was a quiet murmur of her name, always with pain and always with wonder, and that acknowledgement, that display of what she meant to him made her heart flutter every time. Sakura knew her boy well by now, so she always restrained the urge to hug him closely to her, tightly, to never let go, because she knew that'd suffocate him.

She knew how much trust it took in the first place to whisper her name as if it were a plea.

And then there were Naruto's signs. At first, Sakura had thought that she'd known all of them. They were clear-cut, straightforward, obvious. Except, as time went on, she found that they weren't. Naruto trusted her more during a fight, granted her that independence that she savored, but when true fatality was a real possibility, he succumbed to the Kyuubi's chakra faster than on any other occassion to date. It hadn't happened often, and it didn't need to: that knowledge spurred Sakura on, drove her forward, made her determined to be able to stand on her own feet. Her boys were always there for her, and she for them, but they were all strong in their own right, strong in a way she had difficulty comprehending until she became strong herself.

Even those signs, though, were fairly easy to detect. No, what made Sakura look underneath the underneath were those times the sadness would creep into Naruto's eyes, like a poison vine taken root years before. She could never quite dispel it, and something in her clenched at that inability, but whenever she offered him that bright smile she'd denied for so long... Well, his eyes were light again, unshadowed, his smile wide and real in a way she'd never seen before, and she would laugh and laugh as he swept her up and spun her around. Naruto was easier to touch, but Sasuke was easier to comfort, somehow, and it was only once her other boy had joined in, had given a nonchalant, caustic comment that Naruto would well and truly relax.

Sakura knew she was strong because she'd come to another realization about the signs, too. She knew what some of them were, knew she could recognize new ones as they came along - and she relished the opportunity to do so - but both of her two boys were completely clueless. They stumbled along, blind, clinging to each other and Sakura herself with a fervent desperation that she had never known. But that was alright. Because where she was behind them in so many things, in the one area that really mattered, she was ahead.

In the matter of their teamwork, she was strong.

[vivi]

So. Um. Obviously still very much bored. <.<;;;;; You're gonna check your LJ and find three ficlets from me, now. XD;; This one's complete, unrepentant fluff, though. If you bribe me sufficiently, I'll write the actual fair out for you. But only if I'm bribed sufficiently. ^_~

Hope I surprised you with the end. I'm usually plain horrid at plot twists. ^^;


Going to the Fair


"What do you think of that, huh?" asked Naruto boastfully.

Shikamaru merely raised an eyebrow. "I think it's a stupid thing to get worked up about."

"Yeah, well, well - what would you know about it? All you do is sit around and watch clouds and - and play games!" He scowled.

"There's nothing wrong with that," Shikamaru observed, maintaining his calm. "I don't get why you're so excited about this, though. It's not like everyone doesn't already know about it."

"That's so not the point!"

Naruto waited expectedly for the question.

Shikamaru waited, much more patiently, for Naruto to burst with enthusiasm. He stopped waiting first.

"The point is the principle of the thing," he went on insistently.

A sigh. "That's the same thing, Naruto," he pointed out.

"I know! Isn't that what I said? Geez, Shikamaru, I thought you were supposed to be the smart one." This was said with all seriousness.

Rolling his eyes, he tried again: "Everyone already knows, though, Naruto. Taking her to the fair isn't that big a deal."

He looked around covertly, then said in a rather obvious stage whisper, "Yeah, but Sakura-chan's coming with us. She's never done that before!"

"Fine, fine. I get it. Have fun, I guess."

"Yeah!" Naruto pumped his fist into the air. "We will! She's gonna have an awesome time, or my name's not Uzumaki Naruto!" Suddenly he frowned and examined his friend closely. "And you're gonna say hi to my girl this time, ne, Shikamaru? Ne, ne, ne?"

Another sigh. "Yeah, yeah. Fine."

"Yes! Saki-chan's gonna be so happy!"

"Whatever."

[askerian]

SAKI-CHAN!!!! XD XD XD

hah, I love Shika's attitude. So "meh, whatever..." it really sounds like him XD

[chibirisuchan.livejournal.com]

who's betting I'm going to hit the page limit on the comments form? (Probably going to turn out totally unformatted 'cause this is a drive by copy and paste from Word of about the first third-or-half of bribefic...)

(heh. Three times too long; go me! @_@ Okay, huntin' for break points... okay, this is maybe an eighth of bribefic now...)

After what Naruto euphemistically referred to as That Day, and what Sasuke refused to refer to at all, and what Kakashi (with far, far too much smug glee visible in even just the uncovered quarter of his face) referred to as "the boys' little romp in the park" -- after that, there were several more ground rules put in place for the Kyuubi's days 'out.'

First was clothing. He could be naked on the Uchiha grounds, or he could wear clothes when he went elsewhere. (Fortunately, the Kyuubi wasn't enough of a chop-logic to ask about the baths. There were clearly other things a fox would prefer do with its free time than go and be voluntarily drenched and half-boiled at once.)

Second was human interaction. Even on the Uchiha grounds, if their friends came to visit, he was to be naked elsewhere in the Uchiha grounds until their friends were gone. The grounds were certainly big enough to prowl in, and there was no reason to wander around naked in front of people other than malicious, vindictive amusement at watching someone like Hinata squirm. Vindictive, malicious, and amused certainly applied to the Kyuubi in spades. However, they made him settle for their terms by offering a bribe he wasn't about to turn down.

If someone who was clearly not a friend -- someone in an Akatsuki cloak, or wearing the mark of Hidden Sound, for example -- showed up in the Uchiha grounds, Kyuubi could have them. With no questions asked.

The Kyuubi spent quite a number of nights prowling the rooftops, one happily vicious night watchman who was best paid in the absolutely free currency of doing his job. He'd caught a couple of Sound prowlers, over the months, and ...enjoyed them. Rather messily.

It was, Sasuke said to Sakura, rather like putting up with owning an unhousebroken cat in a building full of mice.

...A cat the size of a small mountain range.

...With a very, very loose definition of 'mice.'

But still, all it took was some running and some squeaking (well, and the occasional bloody death gurgle) to keep their pet purring rather than clawing up the drapes; and he was performing a service by discouraging the Sound and Akatsuki...

Sasuke sounded like he was desperately trying to convince himself of this even more than Sakura, and she hoped the look on her face wasn't too horrified and incredulous as she tried to nod. Both of them were trying to look at each other, but their gaze kept wandering toward where Kyuubi was building a nest of sorts in the middle of the living room. --With the good tablecloths.

Sakura had tried to scold him for it, and had gotten a warning rumble that had her scuttling back into the kitchen, ash-pale and with her heart pounding much too hard in her throat, and Sasuke had put her into a chair without even blinking, and brought her water, and now they were both watching the Kyuubi tear the stuffing out of the sofa and scatter it around the 'nest' and pad in circles to settle the fluff-drifts.

He -- it -- yawned, showing far more sharp pointy teeth than Naruto's head should have contained somehow, and lifted a foot to scratch behind Naruto's ear with careless, inhuman grace.

Sakura's mouth had gone dry. She took another sip of her water hastily, and managed, "Flexible..."

Sasuke nodded a little, staring just as much as she was. Which wasn't much of a comfort, but on the other hand, she could hardly blame him either.

[sneaking off to fall on face and sleep]

[edenfalling]

Ooooh. Shiny.

Working on it.

[luriko-ysabeth.livejournal.com]

I got sidetracked by (1) work and (2) my sister's shiny new Prince of Tennis Build the Best Team game. (It's addictive. We want to build up Sakuno and teach her Hametsu e no Rondo. She and her friend and I put together a team whose purpose was to have An and Kamio play doubles, and...)

If it helps, here is a little of my next thing:

Dinner was noisy.

Kou-chan and his sister Inoko-chan kept shoving each other.

Their little brother told their father all about what they had done that day.
It was boring.

Their father told their little brother all about what he had done that day.
It was exciting.

The triplets bounced up and down in their playpen.

Hinata-mommy tried to feed them.

The triplets tried to throw food at each other.

The triplets thought throwing food
was much more fun than eating it.

Ms. Sakura had to sit sideways to the table
in order to reach her food.

Kou-chan's Dad
held up food where Ms. Sakura could reach it
when he remembered.

But he was telling his younger son all about his day
so usually he forgot.

Kou-chan's fourth mother spoke to Miss Saki.

The fourth mother was called Ino-mommy.

"Some of the policemen
at the station where I work," said Ino-mommy,
"look forward to going home.
They like the peace and quiet at home.
I look forward to going to work.
I like the peace and quiet there."

Miss Saki looked at Ino-mommy.

Miss Saki looked at the dinner table.

Miss Saki looked at Kou-chan.

"Something will have to be done," said Miss Saki.</blockquote

Re: Working on it.

[askerian]

OOOOH MORE-NESS!!!! And with more kiddies as well! *rolls over and begs* gimmegimmegimme!!!

Because Cats are overrated...

[rainbowlasers.livejournal.com]

When Naruto had offered a puppy -- of all things, couldn't he have kept it simple and given him a kunai? But no, he had to be special!-- for his birthday, Sasuke had looked at him like he was crazy. And he was. Puppies were for lower clans like the Inuzuka.

If he had wanted to give him an animal so much, why not a cat? More dignified, solitary and less-drooly. Or a fish. Nobody would suspect him of killing a fish, since they died easily anyway.

The puppy in itself wouldn't grow very big-- well, he had that in comment with Naruto, probably -- and wasn't big on the barking thing, which was good, because throttling a dog would bring a whole clan and their dogs on his ass, and he had better things to do. Didn't drool very much, also.

But the thing was such a scaredy-cat, really. Sasuke only had to move somewhat faster then normal human speed, which he actually did quite often, and the thing would just cower in front of him. Well. Atleast it knew he's strenght.

Naruto would never forgive him if he kicked out the thing. Not that his opinion meant anything at all, but if he held another grudge against his teammate, Kakashi and Sakura would get upset and ...

It wasn't worth it just to kick out a dog. It had nothing to do with the cuteness of the puppy, after all. Or the baby blue eyes. The dog was stupid anyway. ... And it was just too much trouble to keep him out of his bed.

All of it had also, absolutely nothing at all to go with the fact it was quite nice, not being alone.

For his birthday, Naruto recieved a black cat.

Word. Animals + Sasuke = not supposed to happen. D:

[valles-uf.livejournal.com]

so not avoiding writing my own, noooo. shush, you.

Boy, that sounds familiar...

Anyway, the only ficcish stuff I have at the moment is all self-insert flavored, so you wouldn't be interested. But, just a few hours ago I figured out how to phrase something that's been bothering me about Sasuke's character and how it's usually perceived, so I thought I might raise it as plotbunny feed/interesting distraction to discuss.

See, at the start of Naruto, Sasuke is gloomy, driven, and about as expressive as a rock. However, he's also clever, observant, and able to react well under pressure. (Well, up to a point - but nobody's perfect.)

Which means that, when Snake-face hits him with a jutsu who's -entire- -purpose- is to scare its targets stupid, his reaction of complete panic is, well, predictable.

So how the hell does someone that logical (if, occaisionally, gullible) end up deciding that a complete psycho who a.) has flat out -admitted- to having all -sorts- of unnatural desires with regards to his precious Uchiha hide, b.) is demanding that he completely abandon the new emotional bonds he's managed to build (which we -know- he values, from several different incidents), and c.) was so weak that a 70-year-old fart (who, BTW, was wading through too much emotional attachment to fight at more than half power) managed to kick him out of the village that -he- wanted to take over... and make it stick... is a better ally than Konoha's combined repetoire of training, techniques, and support staff?

This is not a -dumb- decision, folks. It's fucking -crazy-. And, frankly, it comes out of nowhere, even accounting for his jealousy of Naruto.

These Curse Seals have mental affects - we -know- that, the Sound Four flat out -told- him so.

The implications are, I think, obvious. And I don't think I've -ever- seen a Naruto fanfic that really works with or explores the idea.

Ja, -n