Challenge AcceptedI don’t own anything Naruto.Challenge Accepted by cakeiton
Konoha was lit up with the warm glow of soft lights and bustling civilians. Not long ago, it was unthinkable for anyone to leave their homes at night as war suffocated the spirit of the city. However, amity had seeped its way into the tiny cracks of their collected apprehension and the Hidden Leaf was finally able to breathe. The gentle din of nightlife wafted throughout the streets as a steady heartbeat, encouraging peace of mind even from those who remembered the hard times that came before.
“I know my own limitations,” Kakashi was stating wisely. “The last thing I can wish to teach you is to recognize yours. In many ways, you have surpassed me.”
“HA!” Gai guffawed, slamming down his sake bottle with his normal exuberance. “You giving up, Kakashi? Has our rivalry finally procured a victor!?”
The copy nin opened his one good eye, keeping the legendary one hidden, to look at the collection of em
The Best PancakesSakura's kitchen had been invaded by pancakes.The Best Pancakes by KakaSakuObessive
Such an absurd amount of them that it could only be considered an invasion. Fried discs of sugar and flour dominated nearly every flat space in the room, giving the impression of a complete takeover.
How could you set out to make a few pancakes and end up with fifty? the female lamented.
She could only blame her op pressingly overzealous cooking skills, although they only seemed to emerge once in a while. And only when it came to pancakes, for some reason. Quite distressing and baffling for the poor woman.
Fighting past her exhaustion, she began to sort them as best she could: Good, Bad, Extremely Bad, Extremely Good. Some of the more unfortunate ones were disposed of because they were too forlorn for any of the categories. She despised wasting food, but what was one to do with fifty pancakes? She'd need ten mouths and ten stomachs to consume them all.
After the sorting was achi
Scars“Am I ever going to see what’s beneath the mask?”Scars by princezsupastar
Kakashi looked up from his book to raise an eyebrow at Sakura, who sat opposite of him on the couch, appearing to be somewhat frustrated.
“What do you mean?” he questioned airily.
Sakura couldn’t help but let out a small groan, knowing that Kakashi was going to try and brush her question off, as he usually did.
It had only been a few weeks since they had developed a relationship further than that of former student and teacher, as well as comrades. It had begun when she had suddenly kissed him upon his return of a lengthy and dangerous mission, overwhelmed with relief that he had come back to Konoha that she hadn’t been made aware of her actions until his lips pressed back against her own in response.
It had been an awkward and unusual courting, dealing with the natural progression of a romance along with their history and other people’s reactions. Tsunade had made it pretty clear that she
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