I will probably post this on ffnet, eventually. But for now, it will live here It needs to be reworked a few times, I think.

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Is it time for my story yet, Momma?

Hm… yes, it’s about time for bed, I’ll tell you your story now.

I want the story about the Sannin!

Sweetheart, don’t you want a new story by now…?

No! Sannin! Sannin!

Very well.

One thousand years from now, mothers will tell their children stories from the days of war, the days before the world was at peace and the ninja slowly faded from existence. The characters will have become mixed up, certain deeds attributed wrongly and certain names forgotten.

The name of Haruno Sakura will have been swallowed up by that of her famous mentor, the fifth Hokage, who will have had pink hair and golden eyes and been famously un-voluptuous.  Uchiha Sasuke’s name will barely be mentioned in passing, a body claimed by Orochimaru, because the ninth Hokage wants that story to be forgotten and wants people to believe that the Snake Sannin, not the village’s golden boy, was responsible for all those evil deeds. Of the three members of the forgotten Team Seven, only Uzumaki Naruto will be remembered outside of the shadow of one of the great Sannin.

Instead, Jiraiya will have been lost to his story. The Sannin will have become Team Seven, and Team Seven will have become the Sannin. The Toad Sage Naruto, the legendary legion-nin and the eighth Hokage of Konohagakure. Senju Tsunade, fifth hokage, summoner of slugs, most powerful medic-nin to walk the face of the earth. Orochimaru, evil genius and avenger, a testament to the seduction of power and revenge.

None of them will be remembered for what they were.

Jiraiya, a deeply flawed and perverted man, but a good one nonetheless.

Tsunade, a sad and terribly scarred woman, unable to face her past but willing to work for the future.

Orochimaru, a man who never felt anything but loneliness and so never gave anything but loneliness in return.

Sasuke, a little boy who died when he was seven years old and who feared life when an obnoxious blonde tried to breathe it back into him, and so fled for the sake of his sanity.

Sakura, a woman who lost her heart at the age of twelve and spent the remainder of her life chasing after it, not realizing that it was right next to her the entire time.

Naruto, sunshine and salvation, but silly and foolish and occasionally stupid.

One thousand years from now, they will be dismissed as a story of heroics and clear-cut morals, and no one will ever wonder what they might have been, what they might have felt.

I don’t like how this turned out, but I love the idea behind it, so I am posting it. May try to rewrite it at a later date.

And Secrets to Keep

Zayne

“Eh… shishou, thank you for treating me to the bathhouse, but I should probably be getting home soon” Sakura mumbled, blushing a little as she shifted in preparation for leaving the warm, wonderful water.

Tsunade smirked at her, an expression Sakura was beginning to think she must have been born wearing.

“It was the least I could do after beating you up all day in training. I expect you to do better tomorrow, by the way.”

“Of course, shishou.”

“In any case, I should probably leave as well, Shizune will be wondering what happened to me.”

Sakura pulled herself out of the water and turned around to wait for Tsunade, as was polite. She had never been entirely comfortable with public nudity, or even the semi-public nudity of the bathhouse, but that wasn’t an excuse for rudeness. Tsunade had beaten that into her within the first month of her training.

And she had to oggle Tsunade’s body just a little bit. Not in a sexual way (well, not really) but in a damn, I wish I could look like that way. Pure, unadulterated jealousy. Her eyes drifted down to Tsunade’s tiny waist (smaller than Sakura’s, and Tsunade was fifty years old, damn her) and she noted, with some shock, thin silver marks marring the pale skin. Scars? No… those are…

“Tsunade, you have a child?” she blurted, and immediately regretted it. Why did she have to have such a damn big mouth?

Tsunade’s eyes shot up to meet her own, equally shocked. After a second of staring at each other, her shishou’s eyes darkened.

“I did. He died, many years ago.”

“I- I’m sorry, shishou, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine, Sakura. Never speak of this again.”

“Yes, of course, shishou.”

And Sakura never did, but she scrutinized the Hokage memorial more closely the next time she walked through the village.

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disclaimer- don’t own Naruto, not making profit off this, don’t sue me.

Unmasked

Zayne

I am… posting this… because I said I would. I don’t think anyone will actually read it >_>

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An hour of mild popcorn fights and supremely cheesy shinobi romance followed. Special kunoichi Aiko renewed her romance with the dashing Ichiro after a near-death experience, only to discover that he had had been seeing the beautiful apprentice of the Hokage behind her back, and that the girl was now pregnant. No one knew whether the baby belonged to Ichiro or the Hokage, a startlingly handsome and young man named Kenta. Just before the results of a genetic test came in, Aiko’s former love Daisuke appeared on her doorstep, begging to be a part of her life again.

“Why do you like this show, anyway?” Tenten asked as the closing credits and preview for next week flash across the screen. “I mean, you really couldn’t get farther from what it’s like to be a shinobi. Did you see the way Aiko looked after that battle? She didn’t even have a scratch. Ridiculous.”

“Tenten!” Lee complained, “Stop trying to ruin it for me. Aiko has youthful powers of regeneration, remember! Of course she was not wounded at the end of the battle!”

“Yeah, but her clothes weren’t even messed up. Don’t tell me that her regenerative powers extend to what she’s wearing, too. And I’m pretty sure that Daisuke should have died from the wound he got at the end of last season.”

Lee groaned. “One day I shall purchase my own television, so that I do not have to watch my favorite shows with spoilsports like you! If I cannot purchase a television within the year, I shall run one thousand laps around the village! If I cannot do that, I shall-”

“Lee.” Tenten cut him off by clapping a hand over her mouth. She wasn’t sure people outside of their team realized just how quickly that got irritating, but she wasn’t about to put up with it.

“Sorry, most beautiful Tenten,” Lee said, looking abashed. She had only lasted a month on the team before she made it very clear that she would not put up with some of Lee’s more irritating tendencies, and he tried his best to keep them in check when she was around.

She smirked a little. Neji had never, in their lives, managed to get Lee to shut up even once.

Neji, who was having dinner with her mother right now.

Damn.

“Eh, Lee, want to hang out for a while? Mom’s out and I don’t really feel like watching television and polishing my weapons all alone.”

“YOSH! Of course I will stay with you, Tenten-chan! It would not do to leave such a youthful friend alone on a night such as this!” Tenten chucked at his enthusiasm and leaned down to pick up her weapons as the next show started. Sometimes she felt a little guilty for manipulating her gullible friend, but it was just so damn easy. Besides, it’s not as if Lee was sacrificing anything to stay with her. She had it on good authority that, when he was home alone, he didn’t do anything but train and mope about Sakura. The night wore on as Tenten polished her weapons and the teenage gennin Cho revealed to her teammate and lover, Akio, that she was dying from an extremely slow-acting poison she had been infected with on one of their missions. They wept together in an almost disgustingly overdramatic manner that left Tenten laughing and Lee sobbing. Sometimes it was more fun to watch television with him because of his reactions that the actual events on the screen. Towards the end of their third show that evening, Lee’s stomach growled loudly.

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I love the soap operas <3 Which is why I posted this part in particular, despite the fact that it’s not the best part of the first chapter imo.

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Temari/Sandsibs introspective, drabble. No sandcest.

I don’t really like how this turned out, so it will only be posted here

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Salvation in Memory

Zayne

By the time he died, Temari’s father was completely insane. Batshit crazy. Even his children -his two eldest children, the relatively sane ones- were aware of his insanity and afraid of it.

Theirs was a broken family, full of distrust and hatred and things that might have been different. A father driven insane by the acts he had commited to protect the village, a outoto gone mad as a demon haunted him. Temari and Kankuro hate their family, and Kankuro cries on his sister’s shoulder more than once, wishing that things were not as they are.

The people of the village wonder how Temari can be so strong. The situation of the Kazekage’s family is more well-known than one would think; even some of the most intimate details are publicly known. The price of having servants, Temari supposes. They wonder how she can care for her father and her brothers, so broken and monstrous and distorted, without going insane herself.

She will never tell them that it is the memories that save her. The half-forgotten, fuzzy images of her parents embracing lovingly, of her father singing her to sleep. Of holding baby Kankuro in the lap of her loving mother, her wonderful, heroic father standing nearby.

Whenever the present is too much, Temari drifts to the past, because while Kankuro can only dream of what might have been and Gaara cannot even imagine, Temari can remember.

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disclaimer- don’t own Naruto, not making profit off this, don’t sue me.