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word count + teaser tidbits
First impressions: of course I was unable to concentrate on anything this month and therefore I didn't complete jack shit.
Total word count: ~16 160
(I know I forgot to keep track of some, what with being so scattered. Mergh whatever.)
*... adds *one* word just for the sake of OCD patterning* woohoo 16161~
What I wrote:
-Teamwork sidefics for the prompts (still intending to write more of them, just... attention span. Yeah.)
-FF7 baby fic -- okay no, I completed one chapterscene! yay! I didn't remember because since then I've been beating my head against the ending of the next, which is, as always, 80% complete and therefore in a perfect place to stall.
-Surprise tripletsverse Naru introspection thinger (oh! another complete thing! Okay, this is helping my self-image a bit there. I've been feeling like such a flake. I can complete... less-than-1000-words-ficscenes! ... still something!!)
-One whole scene of Jet/Zuko/Katara pre-threesome, plus the next scene, that won't start where hopefully they WOULD start being a threesome (stuck like a motherfucker so of course i feel like I didn't complete anything, oh self)
-One DIFFERENT jetkotara thinger -- this one wants porn in it, which is in no way insanely difficult with the three people involved and their explosive dynamics.
-A coda for the DCMK swingersverse, to a fic that is incomplete and therefore not posted and comes after a fic that is ALSO incomplete and therefore not posted. Because I make sense that way. I did chip a bit at a horrible hole in fic number two, which does not mean you guys will see it any sooner, as fic number one is still stuck (goddamn Kid/Ran porn) but hey, still something!
-A bit of teamwork scene with sakura baby bulge! which I have no clue how to end. Oh well.
-The daemon things
-a random OC-tastic porn thing that I tried to write to unfreeze my brain cells and stop thinking so hard about everything that i couldn't write, and which is therefore still pages and pages of plodding, boring setup and stalled like a motherfucker just before the part i actually wanted to write. Which I don't want to write anymore. I don't think i'll be posting this one. Like, ever.
Surprise of the month: the Daemon FF7 AU. Came outta nowhere, landed me with 3 100 words, and seems to have temporarily wandered off again. (no fear, it'll be back. I like Simon too much.)
And now teasers, because I'm evil like that:
"Who the hell washed this top?! It doesn't fit anymore!"
Naruto sat up, bleary-eyed and not quite awake yet. "Ngh. Sakura-chan, 's early," he complained. The bedroom was gray with muted dawn light; he could have slept another hour or three. (He could have forced himself up too but being on light duty was just that boring.)
A pillow landed on his face. He let himself fall back with the light impact, listened to her pace around the small bedroom, tossing the content of her bag all over the foot of the bed.
"Damn it, it's my last clean top--"
"Sakura," said Sasuke from the doorway, in such a peculiar tone that Naruto immediately pushed the pillow off his face to squint at her.
She was still wearing the top, zipper half-done. Naruto would have been happy to see the upper half open -- a plunging neckline was a nice sight to wake up to.
Instead the cloth started straining toward her waist, and then fell open from bellybutton to panties.
"... What?" she asked, frowning in confusion.
Naruto somehow teleported from under the blankets to the edge of the bed. His hands pushed up the bottom halves of her top.
He stared for a few seconds. Then he made an embarrassingly high-pitched noise and wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged, but not too tight, even though he really wanted to.
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They stood in a triangle, looked at each other. Then --
"I know one dance," Lee said, and set his feet and lifted his arms. Katara blinked at him, and then laughed and mimicked him, and set herself on the beat to slide into the next stance.
Lee's stance was slightly different -- better balanced; Katara shifted to match him -- but on the third beat he moved with Katara, since apparently he had the sense of rhythm of a lemursloth and couldn't move with the music and son of a bitch, that was a kata.
Jet laughed, incredulous. A firebending kata, at a Water Tribe dance? Seriously?
Katara shoved his shoulder, the gesture playful, her eyes hopeful and tentative, almost pleading. Jet snorted in sheer disbelief and matched their stances.
"Dancing Dragon? Aang says it's his favorite," Katara said, beaming at them both. Jet tried very hard not to feel good about bending to her whims. That way lay Whipped Town.
They switched forward foot. This time Lee had felt the beat coming and moved with it. He was already starting to get the hang of it. Maybe it wouldn't be too easy to beat him, then.
Jet was starting to get the hang of the kata as well. He could feel how to speed up the movements, so that the curt, rhythmic punches became harsh jabs. It was repulsive and fascinating both, that he could have added them to his repertoire, that they'd be useful. Worse, that they would fit.
They all took two steps back, spreading out like a three-pronged star.
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"Katara," says Lee in his too-quiet, too-careful, not-Lee voice, and Jet realizes his eyes were closed, it wasn't just a blink, it was whole minutes -- two, ten, he can't even tell.
"What," she says flatly.
"Maybe you should take a break? You look kind of -- strained."
Jet forces his eyes open, just in time to see her throw Lee a look he last saw on a lionhawk mom, that face of 'I am too exhausted by my brood to deal with you, so I'm just going to end you'.
He and Smellerbee hightailed it out of her tree right fast, and promptly crossed lionhawk feathers off the list of acceptable tokens of bravery to collect. There is brave and then there is suicidal. He can't help it, he laughs, and that breaks their staring match, which is pretty much the last thing he wants at this point -- he didn't want to stand in her way, and also his ribs still ache pretty bad.
Katara frowns at him, but he doesn't say anything, so she stares back at Lee instead. "I am not strained."
"You're starting to look gray, Katara," Lee says, a point of frustration in his voice. It's funny how he keeps using her name, like he's trying to hammer home the point that he knows her, they know each other, see, he has her name, surely there's no need for hostilities. Jet isn't sure he's a good enough manipulator to even be doing it consciously, though, and besides it just seems to tick her off, like a liberty he's taking.
"I am not -- listen, you mind your own business, I know what I can do. Okay?"
Ah, and there is the temper. "It doesn't look like -- oh, never mind. I mean, if you want to make yourself sick and sleepy for half a week so the next time the Avatar injures himself in training you can't help him then fine."
Oh, those are fighting words. Jet starts grinning, even though he's right in the crossfire. Katara looks gorgeous when she's angry. So passionate. Like a tidal wave (like an inferno.)
(he's never seen Lee bending, but he's seen him angry, too, seen him impatient and determined and prowling and he, too, he's --)
"Hey," Jet snaps. He feels sick to his stomach. "Pull me out of the pool if you're going to go at it. Don't feel like drowning."
It stops them, like he thought it would. It stops them looking so angry (so gorgeous) at each other, it stops the fight before it's even started and any other day he would regret that but --
"My head," he rasps. "Sure you fixed it?"
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They all had their weird little habits on mission. Sakura brought marshmallows. Always. She didn't share until all the yellow ones were gone, and even after that she shared grudgingly. Sasuke tested how far he was allowed to go by disappearing -- from merely erasing his presence as he walked alongside his team to doing everything unseen, unheard, unnoticed, even grocery shopping, even outside of all-stealth missions. Even when Kakashi didn't know where he had gone, to the other two he pretended he did, and to Sasuke he pretended he didn't care because he trusted Sasuke would come back. Kakashi, of course, was a walking pile of weird habits even when in Konoha.
"Sensei, is Naruto having insomnia? Because that's three times this week he's been sitting at the window when I wake up for my watch."
Kakashi knew it had been more than three times, but he just smiled at Sakura and told her it was alright.
"But he didn't talk to me. Is he, you know, do you think he's alright? Is he worrying about something?"
The thing was, Kakashi wasn't sure which lie to use when Naruto himself had never mentioned he was a sleepwalker -- or shown he was even aware of it. So he just shrugged and distracted her with something else. Sakura had moments where she was embarrassed that Naruto might hear she cared; she allowed it easily enough.
Sasuke caught Naruto at it a couple of times but he never said anything. He was pretending he didn't care what either of them was up to off missions, like they were as invisible to him as he wished he were invisible to them with his disappearance tricks. (Thing was, the more Sasuke sneaked away and smothered his chakra, the more attuned to his presence his teammates became, and they never fully noticed how deliberate his actions were. Kakashi was amused, in a dark, this-is-not-actually-funny-to-normal-people way.)
Oh, it wasn't like Naruto did it often -- not when they were camping in the woods, taking a short break in the middle of pursuit, at least. When they settled down in one place more than a couple of days, though, it didn't take more than a week before Kakashi started catching his student in strange places. Exploring. The inside of the apartment or house first, however much he could access without having to break through a lock, and then the next days the roof and garden, if there was any, or the roofs of the neighboring houses.
(and, uh, i'm pretty much stuck there. I forgot where this was going, so as a result it's pretty much not going anywhere. ... also it's really not that good. mergh. unhappiness.)
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Zack glanced at the back. The camo net still stretched all over the open back like a tent, tied tight, though of course it wouldn't disguise a rectangular object on the water, no matter what color it was. At least it kept the kids in, though they could fit their arms through up to the shoulder. Only Kyril was doing that, though, and even he still stared ahead at Cloud's blond head. Zack chuckled ruefully and shook his head.
"What's so funny?"
"Them," he replied, because he didn't need Cloud to feel mocked right now. "Little bunch of creepsters," he said affectionately.
Cloud flicked a quick look at the rearview mirror. Zack caught him biting his lip, fleetingly.
"... Why do you have them?"
"Oh, that." Zack shrugged. "I stole them."
There was a pause, and then a tone of such restrained, oh-god-why-do-I-know-you patience it felt just like old times; Zack wanted to laugh, for real this time and not just from habit. "You... Zack. What. You stole them?"
"Yup!"
"Zack, so help me, if you don't start explaining in a second I am going to shoot you, and it won't be an accident."
Ludmila was on her feet in a second and surging forward. Zack twisted in his seat, swept his arm back between the seats so he could hold her back, felt the rifle dig in his stomach. "Ludy," he said as calmly as possible, because if he started yelling now they would all be having a meltdown in a second, "I told you to sit."
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Anyway. I'll try to do that each month, if people like the teasers more than they want to murder me for it. Ideas for more things to track? Questions?
Total word count: ~16 160
(I know I forgot to keep track of some, what with being so scattered. Mergh whatever.)
*... adds *one* word just for the sake of OCD patterning* woohoo 16161~
What I wrote:
-Teamwork sidefics for the prompts (still intending to write more of them, just... attention span. Yeah.)
-FF7 baby fic -- okay no, I completed one chapterscene! yay! I didn't remember because since then I've been beating my head against the ending of the next, which is, as always, 80% complete and therefore in a perfect place to stall.
-Surprise tripletsverse Naru introspection thinger (oh! another complete thing! Okay, this is helping my self-image a bit there. I've been feeling like such a flake. I can complete... less-than-1000-words-ficscenes! ... still something!!)
-One whole scene of Jet/Zuko/Katara pre-threesome, plus the next scene, that won't start where hopefully they WOULD start being a threesome (stuck like a motherfucker so of course i feel like I didn't complete anything, oh self)
-One DIFFERENT jetkotara thinger -- this one wants porn in it, which is in no way insanely difficult with the three people involved and their explosive dynamics.
-A coda for the DCMK swingersverse, to a fic that is incomplete and therefore not posted and comes after a fic that is ALSO incomplete and therefore not posted. Because I make sense that way. I did chip a bit at a horrible hole in fic number two, which does not mean you guys will see it any sooner, as fic number one is still stuck (goddamn Kid/Ran porn) but hey, still something!
-A bit of teamwork scene with sakura baby bulge! which I have no clue how to end. Oh well.
-The daemon things
-a random OC-tastic porn thing that I tried to write to unfreeze my brain cells and stop thinking so hard about everything that i couldn't write, and which is therefore still pages and pages of plodding, boring setup and stalled like a motherfucker just before the part i actually wanted to write. Which I don't want to write anymore. I don't think i'll be posting this one. Like, ever.
Surprise of the month: the Daemon FF7 AU. Came outta nowhere, landed me with 3 100 words, and seems to have temporarily wandered off again. (no fear, it'll be back. I like Simon too much.)
And now teasers, because I'm evil like that:
"Who the hell washed this top?! It doesn't fit anymore!"
Naruto sat up, bleary-eyed and not quite awake yet. "Ngh. Sakura-chan, 's early," he complained. The bedroom was gray with muted dawn light; he could have slept another hour or three. (He could have forced himself up too but being on light duty was just that boring.)
A pillow landed on his face. He let himself fall back with the light impact, listened to her pace around the small bedroom, tossing the content of her bag all over the foot of the bed.
"Damn it, it's my last clean top--"
"Sakura," said Sasuke from the doorway, in such a peculiar tone that Naruto immediately pushed the pillow off his face to squint at her.
She was still wearing the top, zipper half-done. Naruto would have been happy to see the upper half open -- a plunging neckline was a nice sight to wake up to.
Instead the cloth started straining toward her waist, and then fell open from bellybutton to panties.
"... What?" she asked, frowning in confusion.
Naruto somehow teleported from under the blankets to the edge of the bed. His hands pushed up the bottom halves of her top.
He stared for a few seconds. Then he made an embarrassingly high-pitched noise and wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged, but not too tight, even though he really wanted to.
++++++++++++++++++
They stood in a triangle, looked at each other. Then --
"I know one dance," Lee said, and set his feet and lifted his arms. Katara blinked at him, and then laughed and mimicked him, and set herself on the beat to slide into the next stance.
Lee's stance was slightly different -- better balanced; Katara shifted to match him -- but on the third beat he moved with Katara, since apparently he had the sense of rhythm of a lemursloth and couldn't move with the music and son of a bitch, that was a kata.
Jet laughed, incredulous. A firebending kata, at a Water Tribe dance? Seriously?
Katara shoved his shoulder, the gesture playful, her eyes hopeful and tentative, almost pleading. Jet snorted in sheer disbelief and matched their stances.
"Dancing Dragon? Aang says it's his favorite," Katara said, beaming at them both. Jet tried very hard not to feel good about bending to her whims. That way lay Whipped Town.
They switched forward foot. This time Lee had felt the beat coming and moved with it. He was already starting to get the hang of it. Maybe it wouldn't be too easy to beat him, then.
Jet was starting to get the hang of the kata as well. He could feel how to speed up the movements, so that the curt, rhythmic punches became harsh jabs. It was repulsive and fascinating both, that he could have added them to his repertoire, that they'd be useful. Worse, that they would fit.
They all took two steps back, spreading out like a three-pronged star.
++++++++++++++++++
"Katara," says Lee in his too-quiet, too-careful, not-Lee voice, and Jet realizes his eyes were closed, it wasn't just a blink, it was whole minutes -- two, ten, he can't even tell.
"What," she says flatly.
"Maybe you should take a break? You look kind of -- strained."
Jet forces his eyes open, just in time to see her throw Lee a look he last saw on a lionhawk mom, that face of 'I am too exhausted by my brood to deal with you, so I'm just going to end you'.
He and Smellerbee hightailed it out of her tree right fast, and promptly crossed lionhawk feathers off the list of acceptable tokens of bravery to collect. There is brave and then there is suicidal. He can't help it, he laughs, and that breaks their staring match, which is pretty much the last thing he wants at this point -- he didn't want to stand in her way, and also his ribs still ache pretty bad.
Katara frowns at him, but he doesn't say anything, so she stares back at Lee instead. "I am not strained."
"You're starting to look gray, Katara," Lee says, a point of frustration in his voice. It's funny how he keeps using her name, like he's trying to hammer home the point that he knows her, they know each other, see, he has her name, surely there's no need for hostilities. Jet isn't sure he's a good enough manipulator to even be doing it consciously, though, and besides it just seems to tick her off, like a liberty he's taking.
"I am not -- listen, you mind your own business, I know what I can do. Okay?"
Ah, and there is the temper. "It doesn't look like -- oh, never mind. I mean, if you want to make yourself sick and sleepy for half a week so the next time the Avatar injures himself in training you can't help him then fine."
Oh, those are fighting words. Jet starts grinning, even though he's right in the crossfire. Katara looks gorgeous when she's angry. So passionate. Like a tidal wave (like an inferno.)
(he's never seen Lee bending, but he's seen him angry, too, seen him impatient and determined and prowling and he, too, he's --)
"Hey," Jet snaps. He feels sick to his stomach. "Pull me out of the pool if you're going to go at it. Don't feel like drowning."
It stops them, like he thought it would. It stops them looking so angry (so gorgeous) at each other, it stops the fight before it's even started and any other day he would regret that but --
"My head," he rasps. "Sure you fixed it?"
++++++++++++++++++
They all had their weird little habits on mission. Sakura brought marshmallows. Always. She didn't share until all the yellow ones were gone, and even after that she shared grudgingly. Sasuke tested how far he was allowed to go by disappearing -- from merely erasing his presence as he walked alongside his team to doing everything unseen, unheard, unnoticed, even grocery shopping, even outside of all-stealth missions. Even when Kakashi didn't know where he had gone, to the other two he pretended he did, and to Sasuke he pretended he didn't care because he trusted Sasuke would come back. Kakashi, of course, was a walking pile of weird habits even when in Konoha.
"Sensei, is Naruto having insomnia? Because that's three times this week he's been sitting at the window when I wake up for my watch."
Kakashi knew it had been more than three times, but he just smiled at Sakura and told her it was alright.
"But he didn't talk to me. Is he, you know, do you think he's alright? Is he worrying about something?"
The thing was, Kakashi wasn't sure which lie to use when Naruto himself had never mentioned he was a sleepwalker -- or shown he was even aware of it. So he just shrugged and distracted her with something else. Sakura had moments where she was embarrassed that Naruto might hear she cared; she allowed it easily enough.
Sasuke caught Naruto at it a couple of times but he never said anything. He was pretending he didn't care what either of them was up to off missions, like they were as invisible to him as he wished he were invisible to them with his disappearance tricks. (Thing was, the more Sasuke sneaked away and smothered his chakra, the more attuned to his presence his teammates became, and they never fully noticed how deliberate his actions were. Kakashi was amused, in a dark, this-is-not-actually-funny-to-normal-people way.)
Oh, it wasn't like Naruto did it often -- not when they were camping in the woods, taking a short break in the middle of pursuit, at least. When they settled down in one place more than a couple of days, though, it didn't take more than a week before Kakashi started catching his student in strange places. Exploring. The inside of the apartment or house first, however much he could access without having to break through a lock, and then the next days the roof and garden, if there was any, or the roofs of the neighboring houses.
(and, uh, i'm pretty much stuck there. I forgot where this was going, so as a result it's pretty much not going anywhere. ... also it's really not that good. mergh. unhappiness.)
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Zack glanced at the back. The camo net still stretched all over the open back like a tent, tied tight, though of course it wouldn't disguise a rectangular object on the water, no matter what color it was. At least it kept the kids in, though they could fit their arms through up to the shoulder. Only Kyril was doing that, though, and even he still stared ahead at Cloud's blond head. Zack chuckled ruefully and shook his head.
"What's so funny?"
"Them," he replied, because he didn't need Cloud to feel mocked right now. "Little bunch of creepsters," he said affectionately.
Cloud flicked a quick look at the rearview mirror. Zack caught him biting his lip, fleetingly.
"... Why do you have them?"
"Oh, that." Zack shrugged. "I stole them."
There was a pause, and then a tone of such restrained, oh-god-why-do-I-know-you patience it felt just like old times; Zack wanted to laugh, for real this time and not just from habit. "You... Zack. What. You stole them?"
"Yup!"
"Zack, so help me, if you don't start explaining in a second I am going to shoot you, and it won't be an accident."
Ludmila was on her feet in a second and surging forward. Zack twisted in his seat, swept his arm back between the seats so he could hold her back, felt the rifle dig in his stomach. "Ludy," he said as calmly as possible, because if he started yelling now they would all be having a meltdown in a second, "I told you to sit."
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Anyway. I'll try to do that each month, if people like the teasers more than they want to murder me for it. Ideas for more things to track? Questions?
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(Anonymous) 2011-01-31 11:08 am (UTC)(link)(Also, episode 196 was funny (Naruto transforms into Sasuke - 'Sasuke KICK!') except for the end. Sasuke, why u beating that guy's face into a bloody pulp? Why u no wash the blood off? ;-;)
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re: episode, yeah, i just watched it, it was very blah and the fight scenes were so-so... it was funny enough but then the end was like WHAT. Sasuke beating some vainquished enemy methodically in the face until his fist is covered in blood and naruto and sakura standing there watching him and not *stopping* him and "oh he's rly a good guy" WHAT THE FUCK FILLER EPS. I am so fucking glad next week we're back to danzou. i hope it won't be another filledized episode, i'm getting tired of how they rewrite history. ~___~
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(Anonymous) 2011-01-31 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)"Okay :D"
I have to say it would have probably been a better episode than the racing arc we got originally. Sasuke looks so crazy here; it's almost like the anime is foreshadowing something...
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as for foreshadowing, that cold cruelty when the enemy is already KO might be something that stabbity-karin!sasuke would do, but point in fact that sasuke didn't exist even two weeks before the accident. he'd never been that sort of violent and deranged before, certainly not so early as the clothes he's wearing implies. It's out of timeline at best and clumsy even if it wasn't. >:/ they should just stop trying to outguess Kishi already.
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(Anonymous) 2011-01-31 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
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The last one- the kid's one I absolutely adore, but you already knew that. :D
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Also, I had totally forgotten the 'Lee' alias, whoa. Is this an AU where Zuko did something totally different at the end of S2? Both of those look fantastic.
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Naruto-sleepwalking
(Anonymous) 2011-01-31 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)This is so awesome, thanks so much! I love the little previews!
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Nah, it's just AUs in the sense that Jet survived. XD The thing is, he didn't meet Zuko after that until the fics start, more or less (one of them, he was found by dai li and when he was healed he was sent straight to the Boiling Rock, the other he ... I'm not sure but he stayed away until way after the war), so he's having trouble switching from Lee to Zuko. Lee is that sorta-could-have-been-friend-then-betrayed-him person (he takes it way personally XD) and they have HISTORY (if not all good!) whereas Zuko is a total stranger. Also Lee is Earth Kingdom, therefore a person, and Zuko is Fire Nation, therefore not. Woohoo issues.
my personal theory with Jet is that he LIKED Lee, damn it (also wanted to own/manipulate but ... that's Jet, one doesn't prevent the other) and that he feels personally betrayed and like Zuko more or less MADE him like him and then turned out to be a firebender *just to spite him*. XD He knows it's irrational but it's how he feels about the whole thing.
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Man, the kids one refuses to end properly. Zack and Cloud are having an argument and it's full of ouchies on both sides. Also I have plot issues to decide and it's hard thinking through repercussions. Mrghggh.
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*petpetsootheCACKLE*
Re: Naruto-sleepwalking
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Ohh, an illustration, not a bad idea... I'll try. >.>
When Naruto sleepwalks it's always a fox thing. I don't think he would sleepwalk on his own. *ponders* Note, it's not really a Kyuubi thing either. I think it's calming down because he's using more fox things in his daily life so there's no residual foxiness that tries to come through in other moments...
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Ack, I clearly need to rewatch this series as soon as possible. Now that my memory is jogged, though, that makes an utter ton of sense. Woohoo issues indeed, and I can't wait to see how Katara gets in there and that all shakes out.
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Just imagine Naruto's reaction when he first feels the baby move. ♥
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-01 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
♥ writing, writing! i'll post some jetkotara tomorrow.
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can't wait for Sakura to start showing her belly! (the two boys will love it!)