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“Argh!” the kyuubi cursed at his broken hand, a flash of orange appearing just before the strike. “That’s enough, Kurama” his own eyes blazed back at him. “H-how do you know that name?” Without answering the man took Kurama’s hesitance to push him away from Hinata. To his surprise he went flying in the opposite direction. Catching himself quickly, he narrowed his gaze at the orange clad man holding the Hyuuga woman in his arms. “Answer me!” he growled, “HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT NAME?!” The answer apparent by his very appearance, he didn’t respond. Rage on his face

Chapter 1: Cleaning and the Golden sphere    Chemicals in beakers lined the shelves, a large floor to ceiling 5 meters in diameter glass tank stood in the center of the room. The blue liquid churned inside, its contents absent. Four bookshelves sat behind a great wooden desk, papers lying in somewhat organized stacks about it. Odd and strange tools of unknown purposes crowded the room to a point where half the room could not even be used due to the sheer amount of CRAP.    “This place is huge dattebassa!” Boruto yelled, running towards the central tank, “What does this stuff even do?” he ran in circles, his energy

Chapter 2    “I refuse” Sasuke brooded, folding his arm angrily; his face twisting in annoyance as a certain red haired Uzumaki scooted closer to him in order to lean against him.    “Oh come now, Sasssuke-kun” Orochimaru played with his name, a smile on his lips, “It’s just a few experiments, I promise they won’t hurt.”      “What part of no don’t you understand?” Sasuke stood; ready to leave the bothersome situation.      “Sasuke-kun, where are you going?!” Karin began to chase after him.    “Just let him go” Suigetsu sighed, “Even Juugo

Love Favours Lost [Petra x Levi x Reader] Warning: Current and future contents may contain mature language, violence and/or situations (which are not of explicitly graphic nature—I never can do lemons). Main Genre: Romance. Drama. Suspense. (Repeat circle) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Two | Rivet | The long needed rest from the ever traumatising and turbulent 57th Expedition of the Survey Corps has arrived as everyone snuggles into that their warm beds. But— Private Jaeger doesn’t know it; he actually sn

Sebastian x OC: One Hell of a Time Travel Chapter 1 - one hell of a time travel I looked in my biology book and groaned. When I picked biology as one of my main subjects in school I was expecting something interesting like anatomy but definitely not the food chain. “Miss Delmarri” my teacher said, using my last name. “Please come to the front and present your work to the class.” I stood up with a small sigh. In my opinion it wasn’t necessary to compare a food chain, I mean, it’s quite obvious that frogs don’t eat eagles, isn’t it? As I walked towards the board I started trembling. What was go

Ten minutes after the incident, everyone was back at base and the house remained silent. Lin sat in his usual chair, bandages around his shoulder and a grimace on his face. Understandably, he wasn’t too happy about almost falling to his death and had spent the past minutes glaring at the wall while Ayako patched him up. After a quick explanation of the events that had taken place by Naru, everyone had remained quiet as if they were afraid that the slightest word would unravel a new string of similar events. All of us shared the same pale faces and wide, shadowed eyes. We looked everywhere except at each other and the silence was someho

I walked down the staircase, leaving the warm light of the hallway behind me. I turned on the flashlight and a dim beam of light shot out in front of me, allowing me to see a few steps ahead of me. The stairs were made out of old, cracked wood that groaned under my feet with every step. There was a heavy chill in the air that seemed to grow more and more intense as I ventured onward. My back was tensed as my imagination wandered through the possibilities as to what would lie ahead. I wasn’t scared necessarily, but I never did well in cramped, dark staircases that lead into the unknown. The staircase seemed to go on forever, but I was ev

                             His newest butler, Contemplative Christine rested on the bed inside the small room allotted to her as a servant to the Young Lord. She leaned back slightly, her slender arms supporting her as she stared out the window. It was drizzling outside, something which wasn't all that unusual for England. Still, it allowed the demoness' mind to wander. She shook her head, eyes closed as she reflected on the past. Though she wouldn't admit it, she was rather young, less than a thousand years old. Still, she thought of herself as being wise and well versed in the ways of the world, both this one and the one under. She open

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4-tn_7CHvw Please listen while you read!) “My lady.” “...Hn.” “My lady.” A hand gingerly curved over the top of your head, thumb gloved in white smooth down the soft ripples. With a subdued grunt, you lifted your neck. “Ah, what am I to do with you?” he muttered under his breath. “How long must you sleep to prevent these mid-afternoon naps?” “I do not appreciate your comments, Sebastian,” you grumbled in reply as you rubbed your eyes. “Do forgive me,” he replied with a curt bow. “But, you have scheduled an appoint

       “This can't be right.” Dropping your basket of clothing to the street, you double and triple checked the address. After checking the adress a few more times, you looked up at the building and sighed to yourself. “I guess this has to be the place. The numbers match. This town really is odd.” Shrugging off your concerns, you picked your basket back up and pushed open the door. Not even fully inside, you knew you'd come to the wrong building. “I knew it.” “Knew what, love?” A strange creaking sound erupted from a dark purple coffin. “And what are you doing in my house hmm? I don't rem