DollFace
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MatureComplete Sun, Oct 11, 20201h 29m
She was beautiful, breathtaking actually.
With eyes a shade of green that reminded him of the purest jade. Pastel pink hair richer than any fine silk, milky white skin with lips as soft as cotton. She reminded him of a doll, so ethereal in all her beauty. So, so...frail.
But Kakashi sensei had always taught him to look underneath the underneath.
And the truth beneath that porcelain mask proved to be far more sinister than he imagined.
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The Naruto world, but with a little twist.
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