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 Hidan did not like Christmas. Of course, this was in part due to the fact that he was a Jashinist, and the idea of spreading love and joy, especially through tackily wrapped goods, was about as far away from his idea of a legitimate ceremony as Pein was from letting them take time off to celebrate it. Pretty fucking far, in other words. That coupled with the fact that his partner was the stingiest bastard in the entire universe meant that Hidan didn't really have many expectations for December twenty fifth. It was just another day, after all. Itachi did not like Christmas. It wasn't so much the holiday he hated as the memories it broug

 Ayame never expected to be loved. Sure, he had his friends and his little brother Yuki, and he was perfectly happy with that. But he never expected a woman’s love. He especially wasn’t eager for it after what happened to Hatori. So he’d been a little uneasy about the idea of hiring Mine, even though she was clearly the best choice. Ayame didn’t really want to get close to a woman, but he soon realized Mine was a wonderful friend and partner. The only problem was, he was starting to see her as more. “Boss! You’ve been brooding for a while! Is something wrong?” Ayame gave a start and looked around. Mine was

 Ayame looked at the “closed” sign over the door of his dress shop and sighed heavily. Ever since Mine had accidentally hugged him when they were dating and her memories had been erased, he’d had to close down. There was no one in the world as good at making clothes as Mine…well, ok, he was an exception. But still, there was no way he could have done everything by himself. But that wasn’t the only problem, was it? Ayame sighed again. No, it wasn’t. The problem was that he missed Mine, and didn’t want to replace her. It was their dress shop, no one else’s. And…because….deep down, Aaya  knew he

 A new partner. What the hell had Sasori done to deserve this? He’d hoped that, after Orochimaru left, it would take some time for him to be replaced, so he could be alone. And as irksome as his strangeness was, Sasori found himself missing Orochimaru. Why? Because he didn’t try to get to know him. “Sasori-danna! Is this my room, un?” Sasori sighed and turned to his new partner, looking him over once more. Really, there was nothing special about the boy at all, except that he looked like a girl. But that wouldn’t be any help in battle. Sasori still couldn’t see why he’d been offered a place in the Akats

Iruka felt like his life was falling apart before his eyes. He tightened his grasp on his knees and stifled another sob. It probably wasn’t wise to cry his eyes out on his front porch where he could be seen, but then again it was late. Late and pouring rain. There would be no one to witness his sadness. Kakashi Hatake was crouched by his window reading the newest Icha Icha when his extraordinary ninja hearing picked up a suppressed scream. He stood up hastily and darted into the rain. That sounded like Iruka. Iruka was in pain, and it was up to him as a friend to do something about it. He made his way to Iruka’s house as fast as

 For the first time in his life, Lee felt completely hopeless. In the past year, a few months after his seventeenth birthday, he had slowly fallen in love with his sensei. He knew it was sick and twisted. He knew that Gai was 13 years older, and a man. He knew just how disgusted Gai would be if he ever found out. But that didn’t stop him. It had begun slowly, at first. He recalled his heart beating painfully whenever Gai hugged him. This had been his first sign, but he ignored it. Then his mind had started to wander toward his sensei, much more than usual. But he convinced himself that it didn’t mean anything. But then the dreams

Deidara smiled as he pushed the needle into his vein. He’d forgotten how long it had been since his “addiction”  had started, but he knew that he loved the fact that it left him dizzy and able to forget...forget what  exactly? Deidara paused in withdrawing the needle and frowned slightly. Odd, he couldn’t even remember why he’d started this. Sasori. Oh, yes. The puppet master. Deidara remembered the time he’d told Sasori about his feelings, about 4 months ago. He’d been nervous as hell and had no idea how Sasori was going to take it. Sasori had just looked at him blankly until he began to fidget with his d

 It’s not like it had never happened before, Iruka mused. After all Kakashi was nearly always late from his missions, stumbling into their apartment at some ungodly hour exhausted, and covered with blood and grime. But this time was different, because this time, Kakashi was completely unmarked. Not only that, but he didn’t even seem tired. Not that Iruka was complaining, but he just didn’t understand why Kakashi wasn’t more…well, beat up.  Not only that, but something didn’t sit right with the way Kakashi stared at him as he climbed into bed, not even bothering to remove his clothes. Iruka sat next to them and fo

Sasori often wondered what exactly Deidara was doing in the Akatsuki. It wasn’t that he thought Deidara wasn’t good enough, no, Sasori had grudgingly admitted that Deidara was, at the very least, able to handle himself. And it wasn’t that Deidara wasn’t crazy enough either, Sasori knew for a fact that the kid was a real monster when he got carried away. It was just…despite everything, Deidara seemed so innocent and childish. He was funny and charismatic, unlike the other members of the organization who were sullen and only spoke if it was absolutely necessary. Sasori could easily see Deidara as ‘the most popular