Hashimito Stories

'Querida pimenta... Peço para que não chore quando essa carta chegar em suas mãos, pois apesar de minha condição, tenho certeza que estarei muito feliz. Mas quero que leia atentamente tudo que tenho para dizer...''

Hashirama tinha uma rotina. Às quartas-feiras, após sair do trabalho, passava no mercado no fim da rua para aproveitar as promoções de feira e admirar a moça de cabelos vermelhos.

Well, this was not exactly what he expected to happen. One moment he had been fighting an unknown enemy, and the next he was laying, his back against the ground... miles aware from where he had been fighting. What happens when he figures out he is in a time that is not his own?

A complation of some of the Naruto Universe's most popular Ships, but also some of the less popular that you wish there existed more of -No Yaoi -No lemon

It was cruel of fate to love a man who had killed my entire village. A desperado who could love and kill. Like a double edged sword. But even so, loving this desperado wasn't that bad. Start: November 10, 2018 Finish: In Progress... Cover does not belong to me. Plot does.

Hashirama sabia que mesmo fazendo de tudo para proteger Konoha, o seu mundo estava em sua casa e principalmente entre seus braços. E naquele dia, só queria dizer a Mito o quanto era grato por tê-la em sua vida mais um ano.

What Tobirama was the jinchūriki of Matatabi? He kept his status a secret because he knew that it would be dangerous if his father found out? What happens if the Uchihas find out? What will they all do? Naruto and the characters do not belong to me.

Enquanto voltava do trabalho, Mito ouviu uma melodia vinda de uma loja de instrumentos; ficou tão encantada que acabou sendo atraída para dentro. Aquela pequena atitude fez com que conhecesse Hashirama. A partir daquele momento, a vida dos dois iria mudar.

Red eyes. Burning, whirling, glowing - filled with hatred, full of indignation, threats, attempts, but all over: dangerous. Red eyes. Burning, whirling, glowing- filled with hatred, full of indignation, threats, attempts, but all over: dangerous. He never forgot the first time admiring them. Those eyes. Those eyes. Sentimental, so lively, almost serene. They burn with the flames of hell itself and yet were cold as ice.