Minato shook his head silently before asking one question. “What…what happened? The seal….”

“The seal changed.” Naruto said in a flat tone of voice. Minato’s eyes widened silently- that little piece of information had been left out of his debriefing with Tsunade and Jiraiya. Naruto sucked on his teeth for a sec, eyes narrowing. “Didn’t get mentioned?” Silent nod. Naruto raised his lip silently before moving to leave the clearing. “Ask Ero-sennin about it,” he said flatly when Minato stepped towards him. “He’ll have the most technical version since he helped when Minako-shisou analyzed the changes.”

Minato opened his mouth to object but Naruto was gone, a swirl of scorched leaves the only sign of his passing. The former Hokage’s eyebrow quirked- Most shinobi were able to use the Shunshin jutsu without a trace, but preferred not to, when in their home villages. It also wasn’t uncommon for shinobi to…personalize their Shunshin, with the materials they left in their wake. Most Konoha Jounin just used fresh leaves, though Minato had known of a couple who used specific leaves or other plant matter as a mark. Kakashi for instance, only used maple leaves while Jiraiya liked to use leaves from rosebushes.

Crouching next to the remains of Naruto’s Shunshin, Minato absently chewed on the inside of his upper lip as he sorted out the plants. In a few minutes, he was left with three small piles of leaves, all from various regions of Fire Country. The first pile, nine leaves in total, were from Konoha, plain oak leaves. The second piles, also numbered nine, were from the Fire-Wave border, from a white ash tree. The last piles, numbering nine leaves in an obvious pattern, were from the Rice- or rather Sound- border and from a birch tree.

“Wha’ y’ doing?” She asked, eyes flickering to stare up at the clouded sky; clouds dark and heavy with the promise of rain. Thunder rumbled dangerously in the distance and lightning flashed along the horizon. Sasuke shrugged out of the corner of her vision as he roughly trimmed the trailing edges of the bandages with a kunai.

“If Naruto found out that you died and that I had been in the area he would leave that damn village, hunt me down and then murder me.” Sasuke grunted as he stood up and wrenched a sturdy stick of off its branch and pulled another length of bandages from the inside of his kimono top. He paused in his movements when he heard a rasping chuckle.

“Keheheheheheheh! Y’ sound ‘s ‘m gonna make it back t’ Konoha ‘live!” Sakura continued chuckling until yet another coughing fit forced her to stop. Sasuke knelt next to her and started lashing her broken arm to his makeshift splint. Sakura hissed between suddenly clenched teeth as he tried to set the bone, tears of pain appearing in the corner of her eyes. A strange sound, a mix between a whimper and a whine slipped from her throat as her former teammate tightened the bindings before trimming the edges again.

Sakura watched through half-closed eyes as Sasuke ran his hands down her legs, checking for injuries there. Cha…Here’s the proof that he’s hasn’t lost himself in the darkness. Naruto would be so glad….Inner Sakura murmured.  Aye, Sakura agreed with her other self. Better break him free of his delusion before we leave…  The personality fragment whispered. Sakura nodded mentally before reaching out her working arm and latching onto the sleeve of Sasuke’s top. “Le’ve it Sa’uke,” she said weakly. “Th’ ANBU bastard hit me w’ a raiton ‘n my lumbar r’gion. Ev’n ‘f I made it h’me, my career ‘s over.”

Sasuke stopped moving and slowly lifted his gaze to meet her eyes. She realized, with a start, that he’d deactivated his Sharingan and two coal black irises looked at her now with emotion flickering in their depths. He knew what she meant- a ninja in a wheelchair was almost as useless as an Academy student. Sakura smiled softly at him before raising her eyes to the dull grey sky. “’S startin’ t’ rain….” She whispered, even as the first droplets splattered on the pair. She opened her mouth to say more but instead slumped; fingers going slack as the rain started to downpour.

Sasuke’s eyes widened and he moved as if to touch her cheek when her hand latched onto the collar of his shirt and dragged him closer to him so that his nose was almost touching her hair with an amazing amount of strength. This time his mouth did fall open a little as Sakura raised her head to look at him; the kanji spelling Inner blazoned across her forehead. “Listen Uchiha, we haven’t got much time left. And by we, I mean Sakura and I. Long story short I’m a personality fragment on steroids. The real Sakura’s unconscious and watching this silently.”

Sasuke was silently stunned and before he could say anything, the “personality fragment on steroids” continued. “Now Sakura and I both know we’re not going to make it. Even if you knew any healing techniques, we wouldn’t make it to the Konoha-Kumo border.” The Inner Sakura paused for a moment, eyes glazing over slightly before smirking bloodily at Sasuke.

“Sakura’s screeching at me to get on with it. Since you’re here, you get to hear our last requests. One, get our body back to the village.” She emphasized the importance of the request by shaking him slightly. He nodded slightly in agreement.

“Two, after you finish your little weasel-hunt, get your scrawny ass back to the village. Naruto’ll grease the wheels to make sure your head stays attached to your shoulders but he can’t do that if you’re not there.” Sasuke refrained from speaking; figuring now wasn’t the best time to tell Sakura he didn’t expect to walk away from his battle with his brother alive.

“Two more things, but Sakura wants to take care of them personally.” Sasuke watched as Sakura went limp again before letting out a slight gasp, fingers clenching around Sasuke’s collar involuntarily. He was unsurprised to see the Inner kanji had faded from her forehead. Sakura gave him another unconvincing smile. “Sor’y ‘bout Inner….she’s th’ forc’f’l one. Now, wh’n y’ talk t’ N’ruto, tell ‘im t’ tell ev’ry’ne ‘m sorry ‘n tha’ I loved them….‘Speci’lly ‘m pa’ents….’N finally, I want y’ t’ find Ino….an’ tell ‘er I won th’ bet.”

Gargh. I hate plot bunnies. Especially the ones who come in the middle of the morning when I'm still sleeping; during a thunderstorm so I'm half sleeping and burrow into my brain and grow. 'Cause that's what happened this morning and so I sit here on the kitchen floor typing this entry before starting to work on "Thunder". It's another bloody Naruto fic, but it's going to be a lengthy oneshot if I have any thing to say about it.  Know You Know Nothing [KYKN] is close to getting done, you get another excerpt at the bottom. Two, maybe three more scenes and it'll be posted. 

Thunder is going to be a sad fic with SasuSaku in it if you squint your eyes and tilt you head in it. The basis is that Naruto [as Rokudaime] sent Sakura to Kumo on a solo mission and it goes badly. Our resident emo Uchiha is wandering through the woods and discovers the dying Sakura. I thought about giving Sakura genin team just for some amusement [Genin 1: It's Uchiha Sasuke! Genin 2: You mean the one who ran away to become Orochimaru's new sex toy?] but that would involve creating some OCs and I'll have my hands full of that when I get off my ass and finish Wandering Fox and start the sequel. Anyway, Sakura dies and Sasuke totes the body back to Naruto's office for a touching scene between the rivals. Fast forward to after the funeral and we get another scene between Sasuke and Naruto. End fic. 

Wandering is still suffering from TDTW. When the TDTW recedes, it's going to be revised and Naruto will be given a consistent personaility- think Anko. Only not so focused on sex. And snakes. Unless it involves killing them. *koff*

Summer classes at college are nearly done, for which I'm thankful and regular school starts on the third. Ugh. Here's the excerpt from KYKN and the two paragraphs that make up Thunder at the moment. Gruesome no? xD I like feral Naruto, he's so fun to play with especially when someone's an idiot around him.

Naruto prowled ahead of his small group restlessly, moving from side to side. Hiro and the others were out; probably scrounging their own dinner from the land’s depleted wildlife. Sasuke was behind him, reluctantly carrying their unconscious team/packmate.  Naruto let out a slight snort of disgust at the thought of Sakura. If he was able to knock her deeper into unconsciousness just from a flare of sakki, how would she deal with the more advanced and dangerous shinobi that roamed the Hidden Continents?

 As the restive kitsune ranged away from his human companions, his nose twitched as he picked up the scent of another rabbit. He stopped for a few minutes, settling back on his haunches as he debated whether or not he should hunt. The blonde had all but decided when a sarcastic voice spoke, breaking him from his thoughts.

“What’s the hold up? I thought you wanted to get back and rip Kakashi a new one as soon as possible.” Naruto absently glanced over his shoulder before starting to growl a response.

Ningen don’t like blood in the- Naruto cursed silently before speaking in a language Sasuke could understand. “Food nearby….Probably will hunt so that meeting won’t become a leader-fight.”

Sasuke quirked an eyebrow but set Sakura at the base of a nearby tree before reaching towards his kunai pouch only for an angry snarl to stop. Sasuke’s breath hitched slightly as black eyes met hot carmine eyes that bored into his, speaking silently- Don’t you dare, try and I’ll kill you, killkillkillpreyminemineMINE! The kunai dropped from nerveless fingers as Sasuke stopped, eyes unfocused as his mind drifted; briefly caught up in the memories of that night.

Naruto eased up on the sakki, letting out a pleased rumble as he backed up a few steps before whirling around and dropping into a wary crouch as he moved into the undergrowth in search of his second meal.

Sasuke grumbled slightly as he found himself tracking his foxy teammate for the second time in one night. The moon lit Naruto’s tracks as the blonde moved easily through the undergrowth of the forest, tracking whatever he was hunting. A flicker of movement caught his attention and the Uchiha wheeled around to his right to catch a flash of multiple tails waving as Naruto launched himself at a supposedly random bush, a flash of brown and white of fur streaking ahead of the blonde.

Watched slightly stupefied as Naruto paused before lunging forward to capture a hind leg in one clawed hand; jerking the frantically flailing rabbit towards him, the other hand latching on the small head, yanking back to expose the soft throat. Feeling slightly sickened as he watched sharpened teeth biting into the fur, driven by powerful jaw muscles only to twist and wrench away in a wild spray of blood. Eyes twitching to catch the blissful look on Naruto’s face as he swallowed a large lump of fur, skin, and muscle meat before his head darted back down to tear a fresh mouthful; this time from the stomach.

Sasuke’s brain finally seemed to reboot and he unthinkingly took a step backward- only to have the misfortune to step on a small patch of dead leaves. Naruto’s head snapped up with an almost audible crack and feral eyes narrowed and bloodstained lips and fangs were bared in a predatory growl. The rabbit was dropped in the dirt as Naruto shifted to a combative crouch, blood covered claws dug into the dirt as the fox hunched over his kill protectively.

Sasuke froze for what seemed the millionth time as Naruto took a step forward, a menacing growl still echoing through the still air. Different thoughts seemed to start, racing through his mind only to die a moment later; except for one. An aged sounding voice, probably from some old documentary he had watched one time, about wolves. It mentioned something…..alpha wolf, submissive motions, betas and omegas…

It finally clicked and Sasuke started to growl vocally but stopped as he saw Naruto’s dark eyes brightened and the blonde inched forward. Dropping his eyes to the ground, Sasuke moved to his knees, eyes darting to look at Naruto’s hands and feet. Still tensed, still ready to pounce on him if he so much as breathed aggressively. Sasuke groaned mentally but slowly fell to one side and shifted so that he was on his back; stomach and neck exposed to the air. He kept his eyes closed and tried to loosen tense muscles but they seemed locked into place as he heard the growl stop and padding footsteps approached him. Jumped in surprised as a nose snuffled about his ear and jaw line, leaving traces of something warm and sticky before pulling away with a content grunt.

After a few seconds, Sasuke heard Naruto resume eating and risked cracking an eye open. The blonde was intent on finishing his meal and apparently ignoring Sasuke. The Uchiha stood up cautiously and backed away from the gory scene, returning to find Sakura stirring faintly as the foxes who followed Naruto watched her intently.

Gruesome no? xD I like feral Naruto, he's so fun to play with especially. Sorry for the inconclusive ending but that's either gonna be the end of the scene or we get some garbled dialogue from Sakura going along the lines of "Na.....Naruto....K-kitsune..."

Thunder in it's two paragraphs glory! Yeah....not much right now but that shall change soon. 

Sasuke sauntered through the splintered trees, curious as to what would have destroyed the landscape so thoroughly. Signs of doton, raiton and suiton jutsu abounded and dead trees were felled almost everywhere. The Uchiha felt a certain curiosity, a longing to test his own skills against the people who had fought here. Trained ears picked up a wet cough to the east of his position. He changed his course and stopped suddenly as he found the shinobi who had coughed. He would’ve never expected the site he was greeted with, indelibly burned into his mind with the Sharingan.

Short pink hair was matted with blood, with more of the red life carrying fluid seeping out from various wounds visible in the torn and shredded clothing. One pale hand seemed to be dipped in a vermillion dye as it was pressed against one particularly wide wound. The other arm lay limply by the kunoichi’s side, several breaks visible. Her eyelids were shut and her face pale underneath all the blood present. He would’ve thought her dead if not for the weak rapid motions of her chest moving up and down.

Yeah....not much right now but that shall change soon. 

Naruto darted easily through the forest, only to freeze abruptly as the wind shifted and the scent of various small and fuzzy animals drifted through the air. Latching onto a particular scent, the demon container crept forward on silent hands and feet until he came upon a moonlit clearing where his neurotic prey nibbled nervously on a wilted weed.  

The blonde quietly shifted his weight to his legs, easily splaying claw-tipped toes for better traction, readying for a leap. Muscles locked into place and now it was merely a matter of waiting.

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Now! Naruto lunged suddenly from his hiding place; prey freezing for a moment before bursting into a powerful fear fueled dash for escape. Naruto bounded after the small animal, eyes moving in easy rhythm of the prey’s leaps. Unconsciously timing, Naruto put an extra push in his next leap and was rewarded with the feeling of smooth fur in his claw tipped hands. He skidded to a halt, moving as if to snap the thrashing rabbit’s neck but growled when a powerful hind foot lashed out and whapped him soundly in the throat.

Naruto’s growl sounded rougher than normal but it returned to normal as he quickly sank his canines into the rabbit’s neck and tightened his bite until he felt the rabbit’s heart stop. Grinning bloodily, the blonde set to eating; hunching over his kill to protect it.

Sasuke stared at the limp remains of what had once been a rabbit; vaguely noticing that Sakura was behind a nearby bush, her stomach violently rejecting the food she had eaten earlier in the night. The blunette took the opportunity to circle the clearing, taking in the changes he’d noticed in his teammate’s tracks.

When Naruto had first left the house, he’d left behind his shoes. Normally this would slow someone down but Naruto’s full-footed tracks showed no discomfort. Then, shortly after delving into the forest the blonde had started walking on the balls of his feet, the toes splaying easily in the dirt for more balance. And finally, not too long ago, near this clearing, the idiot had gone onto all-fours; a most puzzling move. And through out the changes, the tracks revealed that their owner was in no discomfort.

Sasuke was distracted from his thoughts as Sakura reemerged into the clearing proper, wiping her mouth and looking pale.  Both sets of eyes trailed again to the ravaged animal carcass and a single phrase rang through their minds

I can’t stand dead meat tonight!
 
That last line was from Naruto as he stormed out of Tazuna's house to go, uh, hunting. 

See? Told you it was darker. I wonder if I can scare the small children with it when I got help at Camp 6....

“Ne, Iruka-sensei….can we go get some ramen to celebrate,” the boy asked in a slightly wheedling tone. Obito’s eyes rolled heavenward as he restrained the urge to slap his palm over his face as if the action would deter Naruto from his precious ramen.

Iruka laughed and nodded and turned towards the tree line, leaping through Obito for a moment. Naruto let out a laugh of his own as Obito pouted but soon the trio was leaping through the trees; Naruto happily chanting the name of his favorite food. “Ramen, ramen, ramen, ramen, ramen, ra- Iruka-sensei!”

The Academy teacher had missed his step on the branch and was rapidly falling towards the forest floor. Both ghost and genin frantically leapt towards the Chuunin only for both, or rather, Naruto’s fingers to brush the collar of Iruka’s Chuunin vest. Iruka hit the ground with a painful sounding thud, involuntarily curling into a fetal position to relieve the pain in his back. Naruto swore creatively and leapt to the forest floor. Crouching next to the fallen teacher, the blonde nearly fainted when he spotted the blood seeping through the olive green tactical vest. “Ahh! Obito-sensei, do something! Iruka-sensei’s bleeding all over the place!”

Obito, who had crouched next to his student-slash-roommate, winced at the boy’s volume before sending a disbelieving look towards the jinchuuriki. “What can I do?! I’m just the ghost!”

“Stupid Sasuke. Stupid fangirls. Stupid stupid Iruka-sensei!”

A small boy of about eight fiercely pounded a hapless training log with his small, somewhat chubby fists. Bright blue eyes that strayed more towards an icy shade were narrowed fiercely in concentration. Six thin whisker-like marks were distorted as the boy frowned furiously. After a few more minutes of abusing the stump before him, the boy backed off, panting and wiping away the slight trickle of sweat that trickled along his right temple.

Feeling an unexpected sting along his knuckles with the motion, the blonde looked down to see his knuckles smeared slightly with blood. He inspected the mistreated bones, noting several splits that had occurred during his continuous barrage of punches. He looked about the small training ground, as if by doing so, a bandage or tissue would magically appear to stem the slight flow of blood.

“I’d recommend bringing bandages, or wearing gloves if I were you.” A mysterious male voice called out.

Blue eyes widening, the boy whirled around to spot a teenager sitting casually atop the large cenotaph that took up a large portion of his selected training ground. Stifling the urge to run, the blonde took in the teenager’s outfit and appearance. Spiky, black hair was held off his forehead by a Konoha hi-ate. His eyes appeared to be a dark shade, but it was difficult to tell with the goggles he wore. The older teen seemed to have preference for orange, judging by the trim on the jacket he wore, and the tinted lenses of his goggles. His pants were a normal shade of navy blue, a kunai and shuriken pack neatly bandaged in place.

“Your name’s Naruto, right?”

Naruto, for that was his name, stopped looking at the boy’s clothing; focusing back on the speaker’s face. He gave a cautious nod, still slightly wary. The teen smiled broadly, the toothpick in his mouth shifting slightly.

“Awesome! My buddy talks about you all the time, when he comes to visit.” Naruto watched the toothpick jounce and swing as the boy talked. How did it stay in the boy’s mouth, the blonde wondered.

“Oh that takes practice! I’m nothing compared to Genma though, he likes to chew on a senbon needle!”

Naruto jumped slightly, he hadn’t realized he’d spoken out loud. The boy continued chattering, for all appearances, friendly. When the teen paused for breath, he realized Naruto hadn’t spoken more than that inadvertent question. He frowned slightly before jumping down from the cenotaph and walked over to the quiet blonde.

“Ne, what’s wrong? From his descriptions, you’re a regular firecracker!” 

Naruto remained quiet, wondering who this person was and if they were crazy. After a few minutes of silence, the teen huffed slightly and folded his arms. “Fine be all quiet. God, you’re almost as bad as Sasuke!”

The reaction was instantaneous. “DON’T YOU COMPARE ME TO THAT EMO TEME, YOU TEME!” For such a young boy, Naruto’s voice could reach an astonishing volume. He continued shouting various insults at the mysterious teen who sat down on the ground and propped his head on one fist, an amused smile playing about his lips. Finally, the child stopped ranting and stood glaring at the teen, panting heavily, his fists clenched.

“God, you remind me of me…” The teen chuckled, shifting his position so that his forearms rested on his knees, hands dangling loosely. “On my old genin team, I used to be like you- the idiotic dead last. Then there was Kakashi, the shining example of the perfect shinobi. You give him 10 kunai, he’d hit 11 kill shots because he’d add in one of his own weapons.”

Naruto twitched. “Sasuke’s not that bad,” he said slowly after a moment before scowling. “He still gets perfect scores on everything and the teachers just fawn over him, ever since the,” he paused, trying to sound out the word, “m-massicara, or something.”

The teen’s eyes darkened slightly as he frowned. “The massacre. Did they tell you what happened?”

Naruto shook his head. “Sasuke was gone for about a week and when he came back, he was all pale and emo. I overheard one of the teachers mention his family dying or something.”

The teen nodded, it was probably for the best that the younger kids were kept in the dark- though they’d probably heard the tragic tale from their parents. “I can see why…his older brother killed the entire family, ‘cept for Sasuke. Well, Sasuke and me…” He muttered the last part.

Naruto’s eyes widened a trifle. “Well, why haven’t you helped him?” He exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger. “Stopped him from going all emo-y and loner!” He would’ve gone on but the teen’s pointed glare shut him up.

“I tried to help him. Spent that entire week he was gone trying to talk to him and he just blocked me off! It was like there was a fuckin’ brick wall between us!” The newly identified Uchiha waved an arm wildly before running a hand through his hair, simultaneously letting out a frustrated sigh. After a moment he stood up, absently brushing off his pants. “I should go…” he mumbled.

Naruto’s eyes widened- he didn’t want this friendly Uchiha to leave. “Don’t go!” He pleaded, reaching for the boy’s pant leg, only for the boy to side step. Ignoring this, the blonde ran around to stand in front of the teen’s path.

The Uchiha stared down at his pint-sized obstacle. The kid had way too much determination- he was like his dad in that aspect. As determined blue eyes bored in to dark ones, hidden by goggles, the teen could feel his resolve weakening. Letting out a slight groan, he plopped back onto the grass. “Fine. What do you want to do though?”

Naruto looked surprised that teen had actually stayed. Eyes that were snapping with resolve a few moments ago now grew uncertain and the young boy directed his gaze to the grass, scuffing his foot a little. “I dunno…” His voice was uncharacteristically soft, almost an unintelligible mutter. After a few seconds thought, he gasped and looked at the teen ecstatically. “I know,” he began excitedly; “you can train me!”

The Uchiha leaned back as if the idea shocked him. He cupped his chin in his hand, thinking about the idea, eyes half-closed. He glanced up to see Naruto fidgeting slightly. The blonde was an eager little firecracker….and it would give the older teen something to do with his time….it was nice listening to his best friend talk about his life but it did get boring after a while. “Why not,” he mused. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Looking up, and stretching lazily the teen smiled. “Alright Naruto. You got yourself a teacher!”

The teen watched as the little boy’s face slowly split into a wide grin before leaping in the air in an attempt to kick up his heels. “Wahoo! Wait till I tell Iruka-sensei or Sandaime-jii-chan! I can tell them that I’m gonna get trained by-” He broke off realizing he didn’t know his new teacher’s name. “What’s your name?” He asked curiously.

The older boy tucked his hands behind his head and grinned, toothpick bobbing as he triumphantly introduced himself. “I’m Uchiha Obito! Though, I guess it’s going to be Obito-sensei to you, ne?” 

Ok, I'm not going to recount every day >.< Too much effort. 

Tuesday was normal for me- School, Home, Fanfiction, Bed. Wensday, the entire school went to a semi-local theater to watch two Planet Earth episodes. I fell asleep during the first one >.< I usually hit the sack at midnight. Now it's varying between midnight and one in the morning....bad Lit Artist. I left my trumpet at home and so couldn't play in Band and we got new music. Wonderful, ne? Not to mention that there's a test in the same class that we were supposed to take....LAST WEEK. And doubtless the teacher will make us play it tomorrow. I DON'T WANT TO. Goddamn dotted quarter notes...

On a different note, if you excuse the pun, the residents of where I live have all agreed- Our weather is freakin' bipolar. We've gone from 40-50 degree weather to 85 degrees weather. In two days. And it's s'posed to get hotter tomorrow and my band teacher will probably make us play outside. Figuratively, kill me. We'll be sitting in the hot, boiling, sun playing metal instruments. 

So today everyone sweated their collective asses off and get to do it over the weekend....*sighs* I may like heat, but I prefer to be able to control said heat. Like a radiator. Gods bless radiators- during the winter at least. 

I really need to update more....But my mom doesn't know about thius LJ of mine and I intend to keep it that way. 

So the Day of Caring went really well, I trimmed grass around gravestones before going back to school. As soon as I was settled in the courtyard, I slept xD Right through a jazz band. Sad, really but totally worth it. Wensday was fine; in Anime Club we watched Full Moon- the most pervertable anime EVER. See example below:

Housekeeper/Wannabe Rapist: Ne, Michiko it's almost that time. Shall I meet you in the usual place?
Michiko: Ok ^_^ *is twelve*

Seriously, the housekeeper looke like she was about to jump offscreen and rape somebody. Thursday was normal as well though I got into a nice theological disscussion with a classmate in art. Friday though.....<3 School was fabulous and afterwards I come home, my friend comes over and for the first time in two or three months we got to go FENCING! <3 <3 <3 Much loves to fencing. If my knees weren't bruised from dance I would've fallen to the floor of the salle and wept. As it was, I got geared up and warmed up with my mom and friend. Gods, I've missed fencing....*cough*

Anyway, today's been pretty good. Mom and I went shopping and got some more things for redecorating the house. Currently my friend s over and we're working on my cosplay outfit for Fanime Con. http://img518.imageshack.us/my.php?image=styrke007hc7.jpg <-- THat's my orginal character, Styrke. And no, my drawing skillz are not that awesome. Image kindly provided by my friend Khyz who has amazing skills but is going to be an ENGINEER. But, seeing as I get a spiffy prosthetic arm when they design it, it's all good. Nevermind they'll have to hack off my arm to give me said prosthetic. *pets left arm*

As of Saturday, May 3rd; small children are on my shit list. 

I was not the only volunteer/victim at my library's Superhero Saturday but the little bastards seemed to enjoy abusing me in particular. Everything was going great until we reached the "Defeat a Supervillan" portion of the program. The second or third time I was the chosen villan, I had a small horde of hero-wannabes chasing after me. Since they're small children and I'm supposed to allow them to "defeat me". After a minute of chasing, I pretend to trip and go down. One would think that the little monsters would stop and savor sweet victory, ne? No. The brats tripped and stepped on me; leaving me sore for the rest of the weekend.  

I recover weakly from my defeat and wobbled back to the sidelines to watch my fellow teen-villains take a beating from the kids. Finally, I go back out to handle one child and go down "defeated" in thirty seconds. The little boy promptly takes a truimphant pose and, in a proper tone of voice proclaims "I defeated him!"

Silence.

I may have failed to mention, I have two X chromosomes. And I was wearing a skin tight tanktop, so my gender was rather obvious. Insult to injury, literally. 

I escaped the little hellions shortly after and returned home for a relaxing day of reading fanfiction, and talking to one or two of my many beta-ees*. My mom and I decided to paint a wall of our living room, so we did that before she went to bed and I continued reading wonderful KakaIruk until 2 AM or thereabouts. Slept in, did homework, read more KakaIruk and dragged furntiure about the house on Sunday.

Today was ok....I have a test to make up in English, but I have no homework in anything except science *twitch* I have till Thursday to write an epic poem based on an animal superhero of my own design so. Oh, and I have to draw the poster. But that can wait. *procrastinator* 

Tomorrow, I'm, participating in my school's Day of Caring which is an event where the entire school goes out and volunteers in the community. I get to help clean up a cemetary! That'll be really cool since it gets me out classes all day long xD 

Wensday I have a field trip to the local-ish art museum and look at *shocked tone* art! That gets me out of most of my classes as well so, s'all good. After school I have anime club, woot, and then I can go home and collapse. Well, collapse after updating my story -.-' 

*: My affectionate name for the people I edit stories for.

Ngh....the last two (three?) days have been really stressful. Wendsday I had a test in my band class and I did....okay on it. I also went to my school's anime club (which I help run) and we finished watching Kiki's Delivery Service; I'd forgotten that it was produced by Studio Ghibli and the god of anime, Hayao Miyuzaki. Didn't get to stick around for all the club time, I had to go to Orientation for Running Start and have been considering the classes I want to take in the summer quarter. When I got home, I did get a chance to update my story Wandering Fox ^_^

Thursday was okay, we did figure drawing in visual arts, oh joy and rapture *sarcastic tone* I'm okay with 15 second gesture drawings but when it comes to 20-30 minutes poses I suuuuuuuck >.< And I have Inner Ritsu* yammering away in the back of my head telling me how I'll fail and how'll they'll hate me. The rest of my classes were okay and I went my school's peer mediation group. We're planning presentations for the younger kids on sexual harrassment and I suggested we play this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKD0GmMEcyk *innocent look* Personally I think it'd work. 

Friday was good as well, since I missed English with my Lord of the Flies test, planning out more of the presentations. I had another test in band (with three more next week!) and one in math which I actually did ok on, considering I was out sick on the day they covered the material. I was able to relax at home, though exhaustion hit and I've been garbling sentences all night. We get pizza for dinner, and I go to get a piping hot slice....only to head for the fridge >.< Signs I'm tired, ne?

Luckily my mom and a few friends and I are going to our weekly fencing lessons next week and and I so excited- I haven't been able to "kill" in MONTHS. It's quite depressing really, not having the satisfaction of stabbing my own mother on a weekly basis and get away with it. Legally at least; she mops the floor with me most of the time.

Tomorrow is Saturday and one would think I'd get to sleep till noon like any sensible person, right? WRONG. Since I'm crazy and enjoy volunteering at the library, I get to spend my time with hyperactive small children pretending that they're superheroes trying to kill me >.< Last time I was the only volunteer and at the very end the adults told the kids to "get me". So what do the evil little bastards do? They tackle me. And bounce up and down. I know ribs are flexible, but owwww. Hopefully there will be more vict-*coughs* Volunteers. More volunteers availible to help manage the mini-hordes.

*: Inner Ritsu is the little (well big for me) voice in the back of my head who constantly critiques me in everything I do. His voice is a weird combonation of a few of my friends and for visual appearence I recommend that you look for a picture of Sohma Ritsu from the manga Ritsu; especially one of him spazzing out. Don't be deterred by the kimono, the characted IS male.

*rakes a hand through hair* Ironic. When it comes to Naruto fanfiction, my fingers aren't capable of keeping up with my brain but when it comes to jotting down my own thoughts my fingers stall as my brain short circuits. I s'pose I should start with basics, ne? 

Let's see...I'm a not-so-normal teenager living in the Pacific Northwest. I attend the only art school in my school district, and I wouldn't go anywhere else if you paid me. While I have spent the last five years taking the visual arts classes, I recently came to the realization that I should've gone with literary arts- I spend more time writing then I do drawing any day of the week. Damn Gagsdin* for scaring me away from writing in seventh grade...I will take what little time I can get in my last two years of school. I'm currently enrolled in Running Start and have plans to take college classes. After high school, I plan to go to college and major in physical therapy. My family seems to have a medical side...Mom's going for medical coding, the older sister has plans for nursing.  

In my spare time I enjoy recreating the Middle Ages with my mom and older sister in the Society for Creative Anachronism (SCA). Within this worldwide orginization, I intend to pursue the combative and volunteering paths. Which is a nice way of saying I enjoying playing with sharp pointy objects and that I have inherited my family's genetic condition of helium hand. For those of you who don't know what helium hand is, suffice it to say when someone says "Help!" my hand shoots up before my brain registers that the person just requested help in setting up fifteen tables for the feast. Ah, well. 

When not out camping in the family yurt, I'm generally sitting either in my room or on the living room couch, chatting with my friends online or writing Naruto fanfiction. I am a not-quite-rabid anime fan, who spends way too much time reading the more decently written fanfics over at www.fanfiction.net . I do have an account under the same name, so go check out my story Wandering Fox!  *coughs* Shameless plug aside....

Continuing with the odder side of my personality, I have a strange tendency to growl and snarl and bare my teeth at people I don't like. *shrugs absently* My emotions come out in a pretty raw state. To go along with that, I also like to chew on things- pens, guitar picks, people- Joukudan** on that last xD That specialty goes to my friends- I actually wear a collar to prevent them from latching onto my jugular artery. That and to show my insane loyalty to my friends. Being in the SCA for my entire life has instilled what people could/would call "fairy tale values" in me. Honor, loyalty, all that jazz.

You'll probably find out more about me as I post more and more, but I figure this is a good start. Ja ne***.

*: A not-so-affectionate nickname from a former teacher
**: "Just kidding"
**: See ya