She was sick. Blood filled her lungs, expelled by hacking, painful coughs. She wore a black mask to hide the blood, but the best mask of all was the faux smile in her eyes. There was no point in advancing through the ranks, living and breathing in a world she would leave so soon. But god damn it, she would leave kicking and screaming. Ken Mitarashi wouldn't go down without a fight. And with each passing day, she gains a new friend, a new comrade, a new person she'll leave behind. She lives everyday like her last, because it might as well be. :: "Why?" "Sasuke, I don't think now's a good ti-" "Why couldn't you have just stayed in the village and lived a peaceful life? Why did you have to become a shinobi, when it's fucking killing you?!" "It's all that I'm good for." :: #1 in sickness | Feb.9,2020 #6 in Kiba | Feb.9,2020 #2 in illness | March 8,2020 #1 in neji | May 19, 2020 #3 in narutouzumaki | May 19, 2020

Kakashi was chaotically gay, couldn't take care of himself let alone a child, knew nothing about parenting, but here he was. Adopting the son of his mentor. Just like he promised. :: "Naruto! Are you alright? What's wrong, what do you need?" 'MY BABYYYYY HE'S CRYING WHAT DO I DO-' Kakashi froze as Naruto grinned through the tears. He beamed, tears gushing down his face. "D-Dad..hic..no one calls me a monster anymore..hic... they call me Naruto Hatake.." he smiled, sniffling as the tears refused to cease. Kakashi's breath caught in his throat. :: "Hm? What is it, Naruto?" "Thank you..Kakashi-san. For giving me a home and family to call my own. Thank you." Kakashi hummed, his face splitting out into a wide grin. "Call me Dad." :: Cover made by strawhat_pirate! Disclaimer: [Early chapters suck]

Cats are such sour creatures. They are rude, lazy, and hectic. They just sit and stare all day. And I found a person just like that. (Naruto Fanfic)

His entire life, living in the desert, Gaara believed he would quickly grow sick of sunshine. But when he met him, and saw his blinding smile, he knew sunshine kept him living. Let me give you an image: An uptight, emotionless ball of killing intent with dark glares who scared his own family. Scratch that. Instead, imagine a goofy young boy with no social filter, loved cacti, was gay, and was often called odd or unorthodox by the elders of his village. He had a demon sealed in him that taught him how to swear and tried to help him make friends. He was also the one to facepalm at his vessel's antics. Yeah. That's Gaara. :: Lots of cursing, since Gaara is an odd one and Shukaku isn't a good influence. [Basically a Crack fic, all brain vomit]

Hot is the fire that burns in her eyes as she fights with all her mind. Imagine. It was a peculiar name for a girl although it did fit her perfectly. Ima, they called her that for short. Ima was never normal, she had never spoken a word or made a sound. No crying, no laughing, no... anything. However, when she turned four her adoptive parents found out something horrible. She had a strange power like no other. If you could even call it a power. They weren't sure what it was. But they figured out she had this skill... No, it wasn't a skill. It was something else, something almost otherworldly. Ima's imagination was so powerful it seeped into reality. (By: Strawhat_pirate- A War Book)