#naruto's skill sets will be spilling out of pages too!

[magmaprincess]

Mei would grin at his own jest; the little humorous antics ran in each of her men a plenty. As she prepared the spread as he spoke, her hands would move carefully, she was a natural at her talent that she could be cutting and still keep her eye contact on Naruto. Placing the plates in front of him, she shortly accompanies by his side, taking her own gander at the swords that rested nearby. “They are true representations of their namesake.” Beautiful, it oddly matched their energies. And at his disposal, it sure had shown Naruto’s true calling of collecting the swords that were meant for him. “Eternal chakra, you have much of that. It’s like they were waiting for you.”

The Red Flash of the Mist would become his new nickname. At his exceptional rate, Naruto would be known by so many more, his prowess was infinite, and it was far from finished. “Is that why you showed off your teleport skills first thing? Or were you missing home just as much?”

Another little tease, but it greatly surprised Mei just how much Naruto had in his arsenal. She was no doubt the most protected Kage, not even the Hokage had this much defense with her million men army. No, seriously, their enemies, beware.

“Your promise, it continues to follow you even through all these years.” And in her calm, she softens, turning her knees to him. “You’ve been gifted with such a power that you made it all your own. I could not be any prouder, Naruto darling.”

Naruto was taking after all who had taught him and the inherent legacy he bore on his shoulders. A young man with an aptitude for cunning tactics. He did smile at the compliment while she spoke of how he was two steps. He was many steps ahead, but he'd keep that close to the vest for now. He was ushered to the kitchen where she would show what she set out. "Ah, yes. I mostly spent it training. I wanted to be big and strong." He half-jested. Physical training helped him a lot, but it wasn't all he did. He trained to master the power of the Kyuubi. He trained to further the craft of seals that his clan was known for. He even mastered his father's trademark techniques. "Ah. The swords." He glanced way over to where they are. "They are called, funny enough, Sun and Moon. Blades of my clan. I found them in the ruins. The...villages that attacked Uzushio didn't get everything." He looked back to her. "Twin katanas that were made with a special ore that's far more receptive to chakra and thus elemental affinity." Naruto had found his swords - making it clear which path he seemed to be leaning towards. "I uh...I also mastered my father's technique in a way that goes beyond the kunai he was known for. Given my chakra pool is vast." That was an understatement. "I can...teleport around and to greater distances. Truly a *red* flash across the battlefield if needed." The Red Flash of the Mist was a good calling if he wanted.

[tarithenurse]

Nightingale - 4

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC Contents: Mystery, probably incorrect ninja schooling. A/N: Enjoy :) As usual ASK or REBLOG for tag!

Ch. 4

The long legs are stretched out across the grass with only the feet heating up in the sun. Back against the trunk of a tree, book in one hand and the other behind the head, Kakashi’s keeping half an eye on the students working under the relentless rays while the other half is trained on the pages in the book.

“Hey, shouldn’t you pay more attention to them?”

Iruka rarely manages to sneak up on his friend, and Kakashi will be damned if he shows any surprise now it’s happened so he keeps his gaze fixed where it is rather than look back at the trio’s former teacher.

“Standard drills,” he drawls.

A small laugh floats over the sensei’s shoulder. “How’re they doing?”

“Sakura’s balancing the use of chakra perfectly. Sasuke still tries to meet his own expectations...” he pauses to look at the last kid, “aaand our hyperactive knucklehead still thinks it’s a competition.”

For a while, the only sounds are the grunts and blows from the training drowning out the never-ending noise of nature.

“Didn’t expect you to be out of the classroom at this time, Iru.”

No one answers.

“Iru?”

Finally turning, there’s no sign of the guy. Huh...how...? The feeling settling in Kakashi’s stomach is cold and jittery.

...

Kakashi barely waits for an answer before pushing the door to Iruka’s room open. Chin resting in the palm and hair slightly mussed, a look of boredom has glazed over the teacher’s eyes but it washes away at the sight of the visitor.

“’Kashi!” he smiles. “Nice to- oh, man...it’s gotten late. I’m starving! Wanna grab a bite to eat?”

A nod of confirmation is all it takes. Getting up, joints crack as the tan man stretches and yawns, but he still takes his time to neatly put away the papers he was working on. Assignments.

“Busy day?”

“Been stuck here all day. Grading.” The sigh isn’t as authentic as it sounds because the guy actually enjoys reviewing his students’ work. “Got a few chuckles out of it.”

All day? “Should’ve taken it with you outside...could’ve joined us in the clearing.”

“And constantly get disturbed by Naruto? Hah!”

They both know he’s right. So it really wasn’t you. Relenting on the subject, Kakashi falls into step with his friend as they head out.

In his chest pocket, the stone disc feels heavy and hot, filled with unspoken threats that are too vague to grasp. It makes no sense. Whoever it is apparently has the skill to sneak up close enough to the former ANBU without detection, so why not grab the opportunity to attack? Except...that’s too short sighted? Though retired from the forces, Kakashi is still high ranking within Konohagakure, granting him access to information and places that could be more valuable than his life. Not a Bingo Booker.

“Say...what’s with you?” Iruka elbows his friend teasingly.

If stumped, seek council. “Got some stuff on my mind...”

On the street, now, the two of them saunter past the façades of buildings painted in muted blues, greens, and greys. Now and then, they pass an open window through which the scents of dinner drift to stir the appetites of pedestrians. A stomach rumbles.

“Anything you wanna talk about?”

Kakashi’s brows are wrinkled beneath the headband, but his mind has been made up. “Over food.”

Down the street, around the corner, and a few blocks to the left. Tugged in between the other shops (mostly closed now) is their favourite teppanyaki joint. The owner knows them well enough to always conjure up two seats as if he was using jutsu, and soon the little grill is sizzling delightfully.

“Spill it,” Iru demands.

Pulling out the mystery from his pocket, Kakashi scoots it across the table. “Found this, any ideas.”

As always, the old friend doesn’t jump to conclusions but takes his time inspecting the layered stones and woven string. Testingly, his fingers come to rest on the carved holes before bringing the disc to his lips, a brow raised in an unvoiced request.

Kakashi nods, one hand already hovering by the sheath on his thigh.

It’s a soothing sound, the quality somewhere between the water of a brook running over stones and an owl’s hooting and the single tone works through the room like a balm.

“That’s a pretty flute,” the owner of the place comments with a smile as he sets down a platter of meats and veggies.

But as pleased as he and the patrons are, Kakashi still worries. Eye darting from shadow to shadow, spotting the warped reflections in glasses.

And nothing happens.

“Hey, time to eat!” Iru hands the instrument back, his focus already on the other task at hand.

[gisellecommissions-blog]

Canine Hustle

Her first day on New York City’s best pet shop had to be special, that is what her boss, Tamara, thought so. The problem was that the shop was always so busy, and the other interns were very irritating. Annoying brats, stealing booze, inviting classy ladies to play strip poker, not letting the classy lady win and then taking her booze, clothes and her money.

"Mrs. Tamara, have you already decided who's going to show me the neighborhood?" Asked the little town girl, Dakota. Interrupting the thoughts of the owner of the shop.

"Yes, of course!" Shouted the owner. "Do you think I set it aside until now because I spent the night gambling with a bunch of teenagers?" That sounded more like a threat than a question, and was strangely specific. But Dakota was smart enough not to question the blonde.

"We finished our chores, Tammy." Announced a very beautiful employee accompanied by three younger employee. A "well-endowed" girl who was very insecure, a some weird boy and a manner less dude that smelled like piss, his dog was beautiful thought. An evil smile appeared on Tamara's face, as if one of her problems had just solved itself.

It did indeed, a slap on the table and threatening pointing got a tour guide for Dakota.

"But I was done for..." The dude tried to speak, but a deadly glare from the blonde got him playing by her rules.

Where Kevin would take this girl? He had never been before, tourist guides and the rest of his friends had fled. Traitors. Where? Where? Where?

"We could go to-" The girl tried to give him an idea, but Kevin interrupted her.

The dog park in the neighborhood. This was his idea. And he smiled as if he just had the best idea in the world, a not-too-friendly smile. Dakota was suspicious, she had already gone in several "dates" back in Montana where the only thing that happened was ex-boyfriend trying to feel her up. But a dog park doesn't sound too bad. Not compared to places that her ex-boyfriend would pick. Back alleys, under the bridge, that titty bar. Why Dakota was still dating him? Because of all that rain the television didn't work that well.

“Are you okay?” Asked Kevin, the girl had spent a lot of time thoughtfully staring at a tree. She was a little embarrassed, but not too much.

The dog park was... well... just a park. Dakota felt ignored, but that was because Kevin was running around the park along with Avocado, his dog, and she was sitting beside some tree alone.

“How about we go somewhere else?” The girl indicated passive-aggressively.

Kevin stopped running and started looking thoughtfully to Avocado, who had no idea about what was going on. But that's to be expected, he is a dog.

“How about we go to the-“ The girl tried to give him an idea, but Kevin interrupted her again.

The Kennel of the neighborhood. Shocking. And he smiled as if he had the best idea ever, again, but Dakota was beginning to enjoy that smile, a little bit.

The smile was the only thing she liked about this idea.

The kennel had some very ugly dogs, she could understand why those dogs were not adopted. But ugliness didn’t bothered Kiba. He played with every dog there. Individually. All 73 mutts.

At first, it was cute, but now Dakota wanted to die.

“How about we go somewhere else?” Suggested the girl, no passive this time, it was plain aggressively. She was hungry. Very hungry.

That stupid smile again, if it’s something dog related again, he's going to get murdered.

“There’s a dog restaurant here in the neighborhood!” Son of a...

That place could not call itself a restaurant, it did not sell human food. Only dog food. Avocado was loving every single bit of it, and Kiba to a bite every once in a while. Gross.

“I'm hungry.” Declared Dakota, loudly.

Kevin took a handful out of the pot and handed it out to her. Obviously, she slapped him silly, flipped the tables, and spilled out some death threats towards the waitress. Obviously, they were kicked out of the place.

“What is your problem, girl?” Shouted Kevin, not being able to go back to his favorite restaurant will be a pain in the...

“You, punk!” Dakota shouted louder. She was hungry and pissed out.

“I was nice to you all day, you jerk!” Kevin screamed even louder, he had no idea what he had done wrong.

Avocado breathed happily with his tongue out.

“You dragged me from a sinkhole into another! And I wouldn't call you nice, at all!” Dakota screamed as loud as she could, if there was a ninja police, someone would have called them already.

“If you're not happy with me just go away, what a...” The loudness only went up, and the class only went down.

“I have nothing in common with a female dog. Your mom can't say the same, can her!?” Are there going to be any yo’ mama jokes? How mature of them.

At that moment, Kevin showed that he was actually one mean sonofabitch. He jumped the sucker and a brawl broke out.

Avocado even took a nap, that fight had lasted a while. But it’s finally over. With Kevin all messed up and you do not even wan to know the state of Dakota’s hair, she somewhat looked like Weird Al like that.

Dakota turned her back on the boy, crossing her arms. Kevin repeated the gesture. And they both stayed there, mouths shut.

“Why are you still here?” Asked Kevin.

“I'm still hungry.” Replied Dakota.

“Do you like ramen?” Offered Kevin.

“You’re paying.” Accepted Dakota.

They left together. It left the crowd confused. And it was a big crowd. There was nothing good on television, and street fights were fun to watch.

This is sort of a free sample of my work, so future clients can take a look at my skills before I start publishing actual commissions. I had a lot of fun writing this up. But I'm very nervous, it’s the first time I post something on the internet for public view.

Originally, this was a Naruto fan fiction I wrote for a friend of mine, about her original character and a certain canon character. I had to remove most references to the ninja universe because I wanted to publish this in FictionPress. However, the original fan fic is on my FanFiction page, it's pretty easy to find.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. And I hope you hire me to write something for you, it's not expensive.