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Inspiration from a nummy drawing done by Bohra Naono doesn't automatically make my writing so. *snorts* Just jotted this down while drinking my tea and trying to actually wake up, fully. Might do something with it later. . .but somehow I doubt it. ^__^
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The last five days were, quite possibly, the worst he'd ever experienced in his entire life. And yes, Kyuubi was pulling second weight because at least that murderous bastard was properly disposed of and couldn't hurt anyone any longer. (Alright, Naruto could still be hurt but Iruka had ever confidence that the boy was more than perfectly capable of keeping his guest under control. Hadn't he proven that over the years?) Before he could blissfully loose himself to pleasant memories, all of which revolved around a unruly little hellion with the brightest smile in all of Fire, the usually cheery Academy teacher was reminded of just why he'd woken up so grouchy. His arm was bleeding . . . again.
A groan, which quickly turned into a howl of rage, echoed into the morning air, scaring local fauna and he was pretty sure that bush had been closer last night. Well he couldn’t really be sure since he’d not really gotten a good look at his surroundings before he passed out. He’d berate himself for such a shoddy performance if he’d had the energy but right now he was concentrating on getting his arms to work properly. He couldn’t be bothered with much else except maybe to figure out why his toes were twitching and what the HELL was in those soldier pills. Iruka made a mental note to speak to Shizune after he recovered.
‘On second thought,’ His parched tongue slide over his lips like sandpaper; the taste wasn’t pleasant either, ‘I think I’ll track her down first.‘
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ALSO!! I'd like to apologize to Fury-luv for last night. The weather channel LIED!!
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The last five days were, quite possibly, the worst he'd ever experienced in his entire life. And yes, Kyuubi was pulling second weight because at least that murderous bastard was properly disposed of and couldn't hurt anyone any longer. (Alright, Naruto could still be hurt but Iruka had ever confidence that the boy was more than perfectly capable of keeping his guest under control. Hadn't he proven that over the years?) Before he could blissfully loose himself to pleasant memories, all of which revolved around a unruly little hellion with the brightest smile in all of Fire, the usually cheery Academy teacher was reminded of just why he'd woken up so grouchy. His arm was bleeding . . . again.
A groan, which quickly turned into a howl of rage, echoed into the morning air, scaring local fauna and he was pretty sure that bush had been closer last night. Well he couldn’t really be sure since he’d not really gotten a good look at his surroundings before he passed out. He’d berate himself for such a shoddy performance if he’d had the energy but right now he was concentrating on getting his arms to work properly. He couldn’t be bothered with much else except maybe to figure out why his toes were twitching and what the HELL was in those soldier pills. Iruka made a mental note to speak to Shizune after he recovered.
‘On second thought,’ His parched tongue slide over his lips like sandpaper; the taste wasn’t pleasant either, ‘I think I’ll track her down first.‘
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ALSO!! I'd like to apologize to Fury-luv for last night. The weather channel LIED!!