AF Fan Fiction competition July/August /September2010

[Saber]

AF Fan fiction
Competition
July /August/September 2010.

This months competition is open to members and staff.



Official AF competition with prizes. If there are over 10 entrants, the Prizes are to be "sparkly user name graphic".
If threre are over 20 entrants, there will be a 2nd and 3rd prizes with colour and no sparkle.
Prize examples and collection here Dragon Clan: Treasure Horde & Prize requests (http://www.animeforum.org.uk/showthread.php?t=6322)
Prizes are usualy for one month or two months for citizens.

The Topic this month is any
The word limit is as short as you like but no more than 3 posts

To enter:
1, post your submission in this thread.
2, Post the Link to your AF Fan fiction thread.
This will be needed to qualify you to enter.


If you need help in making a thread you can find it here
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Or ask one of the mods: View Forum Leaders (http://www.animeforum.org.uk/showgroups.php)

This competition will include staff.

Submissions may start for the 3rd of July and will close on mid day GMT time on the 17th of August, when at which time a poll will be made so voting may begin.
Voting is open untill the 27th of September mid day GMT.

NO spamming other members page message, or private messages to solicit votes. If any member is caught doing so, they will be automatically disqualified from the competition.

Feel free to post to encourage other members, or ask questions, These help keep the thread in new posts and therfore promotes more activity.
However, these will be moved at voting time, to make the entrants more easaly found. You will not loose any points, or post count.

[~Shana~]

Can I enter even though I won last month?

[Zionist]

A/N to self: Son family lives in 439 Mountain Area Code, I always forget this not so important but a need to know for the story fact

A/N to readers: This takes place 3 years give or take after Cell. Goten is roughly 2 years old, Gohan 14 (I count the year in the RoSaT). Also, Gohan is as OOC as you can think. He's not the sweet little boy Akira Toriyama makes him out to be.

Quick Summary: We start 3 years after the Cell Games. Gohan is not the cheery little boy he used to be. Chi Chi notices this and signs him up for school while he was unaware. There's no way he can get out of it and he's not too fond of the idea. Besides not wanting to be a scholar, being around people who won't understand him just makes things worse.

Disclaimer : I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT OR ANYTHING DRAGONBALL RELATED FOR THAT MATTER.

ALL OF THAT IS PROPERTY OF AKIRA TORIYAMA, TOEI AND FUNIMATION.


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"GOHAN! GOTEN! Breakfast is ready!" Came the yell of a woman who was so used to cooking for an army.

Goten jumped out bed immediately at the sound of the word 'breakfast'. He was a happy and hyper little demi. He would always be in the kitchen before Gohan even gets out of bed it seems. Gohan didn't seem to have the motivation he used to have. He didn't seem to have that cheery attitude that everyone loved anymore either. He seemed to lack the will to even live most of the time. He was always in a gloomy mood. And today was no different. Today was going to be his first day of Public School. He would be attending Orange Star Middle. He wasn't pleased, he could make his way through college with all he knew at this point due to Chi Chi slamming books in his face since he was younger. Goten wasn't getting that treatment....yet.

Gohan slowly opened his eyes not wanting to wake up this early anymore. The last time he woke up this early was to train with his Dad. Just the thought of that made him want to cry. He didn't want to think about it anymore. He knew he couldn't show this side of himself to his family so he warmed himself up taking his mind off the sad thought. He pulled himself out of bed and walked over to his desk where his books lay open and a drawer slight protruding.

Inside the drawer was what mattered though. Inside was his release, inside was a blade. He swiftly took the blade and hid it in the waistline of his white pants (I liked his all white outfit he wore in the episodes leading up to the Cell Games, post RoSaT Training, so that's what he's wearing.) and walked out his room and into the kitchen not saying a word as he sat down at the table awaiting his meal to be presented to him.

"Good morning Gohan. I hope you're ready for your first day of school." Chi Chi said in a cheerful mood. Gohan just grumbled in response, he wasn't looking forward to it.

"Goan's (He's two, he can't pronounce Go-Han yet) going to school? Can I go too!? Pwetty pweety pwease!" The excited mini Goku exclaimed not knowing what school is or where it is for that matter. Gohan chuckled a bit at that little bit and then replied "You can go for me Goten. I'll take you there, drop you off and then pick you up when you're done. That's how school is. It's not much fun either."

Chi Chi wasn't pleased with the pessimistic words Gohan was spewing out to his younger and very naive brother. "GOHAN! You're going to school and that's that. There's no getting out of it. And sorry Goten, you have to stay home with mommy while Gohan goes to school." she proclaimed smacking her frying pan against her hand letting Gohan know who was in control here.

Gohan didn't take to this very well. No Saiyan, Full Blooded or Half-Breed was safe when a frying pan was around. Besides that, she really didn't understand how distraught he was. How going to school would just make things worse. Being around people where he had to control his strength and his emotions. A tough day lay ahead for young Gohan. He got through breakfast quietly the rest of the way through trying not to cause any sort of ruckus or get hit by the Frying Pan of Doom.

He sneakily made his way out of the house and called upon the Nimbus Cloud to get him to school. This would give him some time to think of how he would make it through the day without causing any sort of trouble. He was going to be the new kid, so maybe everyone would ignore him and things would be ok. Or it would be quite the opposite and it would be 'pick-on-the-new-guy-day'. His hopes weren't very high for the day ahead.


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In the middle of Satan City

"NOBODY MOVE OR THE GIRL GETS IT!" screamed an armed robber holding a random red headed girl around the age of 9 at gun point while he backs away towards an armored vehicle where a couple of his goons were waiting for him in. He had There was a bag in between his feet which he was dragging behind while backing towards the vehicle. Inside the bad contained the most expensive jewelry available for purchase in Satan City. So this wasn't a situation that was going to pass and be ignored. Too bad Gohan didn't know this.

Speak of the devil, he was hovering over Satan City, sitting Indian style on the Nimbus Cloud when screams of terror were heard. He really didn't want to, but the good in him, whatever was left, knew he had to. The idea popped into his head to go Super Saiyan as to not get noticed and be recognized for what it may be worth. He jumped into a regular Super Saiyan and flew down to the scene of the crime as quickly as he could while still taking his dear old time.

He really could care less deep down. He didn't want to waste any time so he dispensed of the robber as quickly as he could. Soon a bright Golden blur could be seen in the street surrounded by flashes of lightning. All it was to everyone watching was the robber being beaten by a blur, and the car being smashed up so it wouldn't be usable. Gohan wanted to make sure he wouldn't be seen even though he was technically seen. He did everything in Super quick speed and did it swiftly. A quick punch to the gut to the armed robber, he threw the bag of jewels towards the authorities and kicked in the back of the vehicle. tires were no longer seen on the armored vehicle.

As soon as the mysterious flashes came was just as quickly as they disappeared. Gohan didn't want to stay there for long. The last thing he wanted was for his mom to get a call home saying he was late for class on his first day when he was fastest being in the universe. Soon enough Gohan was on the roof top of Orange Star Middle as he powered down back to his normal state with his jet black hair and onyx shaded eyes. He walked through the door and down the stairs as he entered the hallway. It took him a couple minutes because the building was quite large, but he found his first class eventually. He took a deep breathe and opened the door. As he walked in, to his terror all eyes were on him.

"Ahh, you must be the new student...umm let me check here for a second.....ah yea, Son Gohan is it?"


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A/N: I like bad ass Gohan. I don't like the fact he turned into such a bitch and a nerd post Cell Games...How does that

happen. AT done fucked up his character doing that. I also hated his spiky haircut, so picture his hair as it was during the

Cell Games.

Whadya think? Reviews, critique, anything. First time writer, though I've had this idea planted inside my head for the longest time now. It's unbelievable I didn't write this earlier. I plan on updating this, I think I'm a good writer in my own style and way of expressing my words. I need a little work on some things here and there I know, but I think it's passable.

Reminder: Reviews and any sort of critique would be appreciated.

*Almost forgot, this is surely and angst categorized story and.....slight tiny eency bit of chance of it having a slight romantic side in it. I know how many people hate Videl......but I hate Erasa and Lime...so they aren't happening.

Thread Click Here (http://www.animeforum.org.uk/showthread.php?p=552099#post552099)

[Zionist]

Well this will be posts 2 & 3 unfortunately for just the Second chapter due to character limitations but oh well.


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A/N to self: Son family lives in 439 Mountain Area Code, I always forget this not so important but a need to know for the story fact

A/N to readers: You're going to see a couple things in here that I've seen done in a couple different stories, but there will be differences. I can't tell if my introduction chapter would be considered short or not, but after reading it over it seemed a bit short to me....Sorry, but these ideas come quickly, chapters may not be extremely long, but I write quickly, so waiting
between chapters won't be a very big issue. Writing this chapter day after Chapter 1

Quick Recap: Gohan doesn't want to go to school. Chi Chi threatens him with the Frying Pan Of Doom. He goes, on the way, stops a robbery, now at school and just entered his first class.

Disclaimer : I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT OR ANYTHING DRAGONBALL RELATED FOR THAT MATTER.

ALL OF THAT IS PROPERTY OF AKIRA TORIYAMA, TOEI AND FUNIMATION.


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Gohan was too busy looking over all the eyes that were planted on him to notice the teacher calling his name. So many people, so many strangers, too many issues that could arise from all of this. He was feeling many different emotions right now. He was feeling scared, all eyes on him again. All eyes looking at him just like everyone was 3 years ago. Anger because of that memory, and sadness because of the outcome. He had only himself to blame for what happened. He could have done everything differently. He could have changed the future, he could have saved Goku.

A minute passed by as Gohan finally snapped out of his trance and looked up to the teacher staring at him confused. "Yes, I'm Son Gohan" the sadness in his voice was able to be heard only if you were looking for it. The teacher could barely hear him at all. He answered with such a low tone only Piccolo would be able to hear it.

"Well then, find yourself a seat wherever you can and get yourself settled in, class has already begun and I don't like for my students to get behind, ok?" Gohan just stood there blankly once again. The teacher was getting a bit frustrated with Gohan now. The teacher was wondering how such a dull kid could get a perfect score on his entry exams. It must have been a mistake. Day one and he's getting the teacher mad, what else could go wrong for the young half breed. A couple seconds passed and a loud voice could be heard from somewhere in the classroom.

"YOOOHOOO! Over here new kid. There's an open seat right next to me" A very energetic and very ditsy blonde shouted. Her classmates next to her cringed as their ears were feeling the pain of her loud voice. This happens very often as the girl was always this happy and full of life. Gohan was no different from his classmates. Besides being Half Saiyan, which made it worse as he had super human hearing. Not quite as good as Piccolo's, he's got giant ears, but more than enough that the girl's loud voice made him cover his ears. Once the ringing in his ears passed he looked up to see the blonde girl waving for him to come to where she was. He was tempted to dash over there like a Saiyan would, but he had to keep it normal. He slowly started walking up to where the ditsy one was. The expression on his face was nothing but one filled with frustration. He didn't want to be this close to something that could make him go deaf.

As he reached his seat he sat down and was greeted again by the blonde haired girl. This time in a normal tone, one he could bare to hear. "Hey there cutie I'm Erasa. The other blonde here is Sharpner and this pretty little lady over here.......WITH HER FACE IN HER BOOKS...is Videl Satan. You might have heard of her before. Her father is Mister Satan, you know, Hercule?" Gohan could care less who this girl was or who her father was, the name didn't ring a bell at all. Even if it did it wouldn't make the least bit of difference in anything. He sheepishly answered "Nope, never heard of him."

Erasa was shocked as was Videl and Sharpner. All three of them just stared at Gohan in disbelief. How could someone not have heard of Hercule Satan? The World Champ, the guy who saved the world from Cell. These thoughts running through all three teenagers heads at the moment. Erasa was the first to answer "WHAT?! Never heard of him? How could have never heard of Mister Satan? He's like the most famous person on the planet."

"Yea what's the big deal kid! How do you not know who 'The Champ' is? If it wasn't for him, neither you, Erasa, Videl or I would be alive right now. He BEAT Cell. He saved the planet. Where do you live that you never heard of the guy. I mean come on you've got to be kidding me" Sharpner interrupted. Videl just looked at him in shock, she couldn't believe that there was someone on the face of the Earth that hadn't heard of her father.

"He beat Cell did he? Good for him, tell him I said thanks." was the smart ass reply that came from the obviously angry Demi Saiyan. How could he not know who Mister Satan was anyways? The guy who claimed to have killed Cell, when he knew the truth, Gohan knew exactly what happened on that day at the Cell Games. Gohan had his left hand clenched in a fist at the anger building up from the subject. Blood was starting to seep from his hand and drip onto his desk in front of him. This went unnoticed by the group questioning him. They were in shock at the answer they received.

"Hey man show some respect! He saved all of our lives for Pete's (avoiding swearing in class) sake" came the overbearing words of the long haired blonde male as his voice rose. "STUDENTS! Please quiet down so we can get back to the subject at hand" came an interrupted reply from the Teacher, now getting angry about to drop some detentions down onto his desk to threaten to kids disturbing his classroom. The students quickly quieted down.

The rest of the class went uninterrupted as the Teacher had planned. Though the stares at Gohan didn't stop. Videl was bothered greatly by Son Gohan. He showed disrespect for the person who saved the planet, and that was her father. Why would someone show such disrespect for someone who's done such good for the world. And what was that red stain on his cuffing? It wasn't there minutes ago was it? Videl was confused, angry and interested. Why did this new kid show such hate for Mister Satan, she wanted to know more. Why did he feel this way? She couldn't shake the thoughts, she wanted to know more.

The next couple classes were the same. Gohan got the same rude stares from the three teenagers who by coincidence shared every class with the angry Demi. Lunch eventually rolled around as the class made it's way into the cafeteria to eat. The group of Erasa Sharper and Videl sat together at a small table as they usually did. They all watched as Gohan made his way to the roof with nothing in his hands to eat. He might have a capsule, but they wouldn't know it. Gohan was finally on the roof. Finally he was alone. This whole day was just torture for him. He couldn't do what he wanted, and besides that, everything that the classes were discussing he learned when he was 4 years old. So nothing important had happened today. Nothing besides him yelling at a couple nosey classmates. Those same nosey classmates who were about to follow him up to the roof to interrupt his peace and quiet.


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[Zionist]

And this makes post number 3 and the end of Chapter two....Enjoy


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For the moments he was alone on the roof he sat at the edge with his blade in his right hand. He just stared at it and thought to himself "Not here. I can't do this at school. Not even when I'm alone I can't even help myself. It's not fair. Why must I live through this torture." his head leaning on his left leaning on his left leg still staring at his blade twirling it around his fingers. He was deep in thought when the door to the roof opened. He didn't notice it. Out walked his 3 classmates that were interrogating him earlier, the two blondes and the supposed famous daughter of 'The Champ'.

"Hey Gohan!" The ditsy blonde blurted out as thee group walked towards Gohan sitting on the ledge. She had completely forgotten about what happened earlier in the day. She just wanted to make friends with the quiet boy. Sharpner wanted to beat the boy in two and Videl wanted to question him to death. "I said....HEY GOHAN" He wouldn't budge, he was in a world all his own still twirling his blade reliving his past. Unfortunately for him the only memory that ever came up was the only one he never wanted to remember. One minute Cell was about to blow up the Earth, the next his dad was taking all the damage on King Kai's planet. A sad blonde little boy was pounding his fists into the ground while tears made their way onto the ground below as he ask himself 'WHY!' On the outside a strong wind came from no where. The three teens stopped in their tracks as they were trying to figure out where it was coming from. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. They tried walking closer to Gohan who still sat on the ledge twirling his blade, but to little avail. The gust only got stronger at they inched closer to Gohan. This memory was too much for him, it always hit him at the worst of times. And this was one of them. He was still at school where he couldn't vent his anger.

Videl wasn't sure what was going on but she tried to get through to the new kid. "SON GOHAN! ARE YOU THERE! WE'RE STANDING RIGHT BEHIND YOU!" she screamed. The gust of wind seemed to slow die and eventually die after the word 'Son' was said. It was a reminder of who he was. A reminder of his family. His incomplete family. The blade in his hand stopped twirling and was now grasped tightly around his hand. a couple Tears dropped from his eyes as his head bent down as blood dripped from his hand holding the blade. The group stood in awe as they realized where the gust of wind had come from. It came from Gohan. He created the wind himself. And there was no fan or helicopter or anything in sight that could have been mistaken for the wind. "G-Go-Gohan? Wh-what happened?" Videl asked hesitantly still shocked at what had just happened. How was any of what just happened even possible.

Gohan was getting mad now. He was so rudely interrupted by the classmates that were bothering him earlier. Yes they stopped him from getting fully through his memory, but they still interrupted him none-the-less, and they weren't very nice to him earlier either. "What do you want?" he answered in that sadistic tone that a certain green monster that's rotting in Hell knows all too well as he planted his blade into the concrete ledge he was sitting on. His classmates slowly inched back hearing his response.

"This kid is a freak, why am I up here anyways, he's not my friend." Sharpner said under his breathe, and he was right. Something definitely wasn't normal about Gohan. In fact, there was nothing normal about Gohan. There were bad thoughts running through his head at the moment. He could dispose of the three right now, they wouldn't even see it. he could do it before the blink of an eye. Why did he think like this though. What went wrong, when did everything take a turn for the worse. A question he asked himself and answered everyday.

The group of 3 decided it would be best to leave the pissed off new kid alone and just go back to the cafeteria to eat. They didn't want to be here when Gohan got angry and brought it out on them. Besides, they haven't eaten yet themselves and they weren't going to worry about someone who wanted to be left alone. When they sat back down in the cafeteria the only thing they could talk about was Gohan.

"What the hell was that about?" - Sharpner
"I donno but I wanna find out." - Videl
"I think he's just being shy ya know? It is still his first day here." - Erasa
"Erasa you dolt, that kid is pyshco, did you see what he was doing." - Sharpner
"And did you hear and see how he reacted to what I said to him? I thought he was going to use that knife on us." - Videl
"Hey, yea. What was up with that thing anyways? Does he just carry it around or something? You know, for when he's bored or something?" - Erasa
"I bet you he's a serial killer and he uses that knife on unsuspecting victims." - Sharpner
"That's stupid, why can't he just like them or something." - Erasa
"Or maybe, he does use it." - Videl

The conversation between the three went on like this for until the end of lunch. When lunch was over and the bell rang Gohan made his way back down to the hallways with his blade hidden in his waistline once again, hidden from view. The next class on the schedule was gym. The thought of Gohan trying to be 'normal' in that class seemed impossible. How was he not going to show off. Even if he tried his hardest, the slightest hint of his ab-normalcy would be made. He angrily placed his blade in his locker and shut it making a loud sound that would catch everyone's attention had anyone been in the hallway. He knew if he took the blade with him someone would see it during Gym so he had no other choice but to put it in his locker.

Gohan made his way into the Gym where the rest of his class was already waiting. The teacher who was very short, bald and had 6 dots on his forehead had his face buried in his clipboard taking attendance. Gohan immediately knew who it was and tried his hardest to not get noticed. He stuck himself behind all of his classmates so maybe there was a chance he wouldn't be seen. He knew if he did then he would only be exposed even more than he already made himself up on the roof earlier. Hopefully this old friend of his would just skip over his name and leave him be.

"Check...check....check...*Whispers to himself....check....*pause and glare......What is this? This can't be right. Can it? Son Gohan." The martial artist said under his breathe as he lowered his clipboard. The lower it got the more his grin widened. Gohan knew this. He was screwed. His cover was going to be blown and there was no way of escaping this mess.

"Now if that isn't the craziest thing I've ever seen. Now when I saw you're dad almost starve after losing a bet, I thought I'd seen it all.....but you actually coming to school, now that's something there Gohan. And there's no use in trying to hide either kid, I know you're here." Gohan stood where he was praying to Kami that he wouldn't have to show himself. "What, you're not going to say hi to an old friend now? Come on Gohan it's been too long get over here." Gohan took a deep breathe and walked swiftly through the class and to the front where he could see his overjoyed old friend.


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A/N to readers: For me, this was long and kind of dragged. But I want to know what you guys thought. Some opinions. What could have been done better? Where was it good? Did you like it? Should I continue? (I'm doing so whether you like it or not) I know Krillin being there is strange, but with a simple explanation it would make sense.

The only things that were running through my head today at work was this stupid Fan Fic....It was bothering me all day, I was in a daze all day and just wanted to get home. I was so tired and there was nothing to do today, work was very slow so it wasn't that bad this was on my mind. So w/e, hope ya like it and hope you'll like the next chapter as well.


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Thread Here (http://www.animeforum.org.uk/showthread.php?p=553775#post553775)

Edited: Chapter 3 is now up but I can't post it here. Please check it out. You'll be surprised :D

Edited: Chapter 4 is now up as well. Please read each updated chapter before passing judgment :D

Edited: Chapter 5 is now up. I hope you like it so far please read :D

Edited: Chapter 6 is now up. Epic Cliffhangers :D

Edited: Chapter 7 is now up. Many thoughts in this chapter :D

Edited: Chapter 8 is now up. Big announcement in this chapter :D

Edited: Chapter 9 is now up. Krillin better say the right words :D

Edited: Chapter 10 is now up. A chapter all for Gohan :D

Edited: Chapter 11 is now up. Class is in session :D

Edited: Chapter 12 is now up. Old memories come back :D

Edited: Chapter 13 is now up. The pain shows once again :D

Edited: Chapter 14 is now up. Vegeta gets a beating :D

Edited: Chapter 15 is now up. Gohan has a night out on the town :D

Edited: Chapter 16 is now up. Fun at the mall, with Gohan lol

Edited: Chapter 17 is now up. Mall Trip ends, back to CC :/

Edited: Chapters 18, 19, 20 and 21 are all up now. Enjoy

Edited: Chapters 21, 22, 23 and 24 are all up now. Enjoy

[Saber]

There is only one entry so I am continuing this competition into next month.

[Zionist]

So what happens in if no one submits even in August

[Riian-Taicho]

Thread: http://animeforum.org.uk/showthread.php?t=10098

Secret of the Shinigami. [Bleach FanFic (ish)]


Chapter One - The Brother and Sister.

"Riian, come here!"
"Okay!"
Riian's long black hair waved through and her blue eyes sparkled as she ran down the corridor from her room.
"What is it Shiro?"
"Riian I want you to help me make dinner, this time don't burn it! I need to go out." he replied in a kind voice, the only voice she recognized.

"Brother... why do you go out all the time? Where do you go?" Riian didn't feel safe when her brother wasn't around because of the fact she didn't have any memories beyond the car accident two years ago. He was the only family she had.
"Just places, honestly you shouldn't worry so much Riian."
"But you look like an elementary student." Riian was blunt and just loved to annoy her brother.
"Hey! Don't you start!" Shiro hated being short. He headed out, taking his coat from the rack and hanging it over his arm.
"I'll be back by dinner, bye Riian."
"See ya Bro!" Riian blew her brother a kiss and carried on with her important preparations.
Riian went to play some games whilst the food was cooking. Riian's idea of having fun was reading or spending time with her brother. She thought the only person she needed in life was him.

She heard the front door open.
"Shiroooooo!" She ran as fast as she could to greet him. Shiro looked a little shocked as he walked in the door.
"Riian do you have no sense of smell?!" he exclaimed, looking around at the nearly smoke filled house. Riian shuffled her feet on the floor.
"I'm sorry Shiro… I didn't mean to…" Riian was looking down at her feet.
"Hey hey. You do this every time, it doesn't matter. I bought some take out on the way back." Shiro held up a large white carrier bag and grinned at Riian. A smile crept across her face. They walked to the table, Riian clinging to her brother's arm, sat down and ate dinner.


Chapter Two – The Delicate Lie.

The next morning, Riian woke with a start, finding herself covered in water. Shiro stood there grinning.
"You overslept." Riian sat up and glared at her brother. She grabbed her pillow and threw it at him.
"Get out!!"
Shiro didn't move, he just stared at Riian, almost like he was glued to the spot. His face was pale. Riian slowly got out of her bed and walked cautiously towards him.
"Shiro...Are you okay?" She tilted her head to one side and looked her brother up and down. Then suddenly he collapsed. Riian watched as her brother hit the floor.
She sat down onto the floor next to him, holding his head. There was no response from him, she sighed and looked at him.
“What is up with you?” Riian sat and waited for her brother to come to.

Shiro jumped up as he woke.
"Shiro...what happened?" He looked down at Riian. As he looked up at the ceiling he simply stated,
"Nothing."
"Liar" she whispered. She stood up and walked just past her brother so it looked like they were back to back.
"You never tell me anything..." she continued to speak quietly. Riian grabbed her school clothes and school bag and left the room to change. Shiro slumped to the floor. He knew he was keeping so much from her, there was no way she could know the truth though, she'd hate him, or more than likely not believe him.
Shiro thought about it and as he heard Riian put on her coat he stood up and went to the door. As she was about to leave he grabbed her arm.
"Wait, Riian. There's something I need to say." Shiro pulled her into his chest and held her tight.
"Riian, I promise, I'll never lie to you again, and not another lie will come out of this mouth." Riian sniffed in response.
"I love you Shiro." She looked up giving him a large hug. Shiro moved her away, his hands still on her shoulders.
"I'll pick you up from school today okay?" He gave her a warming smile.
"Alright. I'll meet you outside the gate." Riian bounded out the door like she had forgotten what just happened.

Later that day, Shiro realized he had some business to attend to. He left Riian a note on the table. The note read:
Riian,
I'm sorry, something came up.
I don't know when I'll be back.
There are dinners already prepared in the fridge,
just heat them up.
You can at least manage that without burning the house down!

Love you..
Big Bro.


PS. Don't worry about me okay? xx



Chapter Three – The Crash.

Riian lost her memory two years ago. Some things are too painful to remember. What Riian can’t remember is what Shiro liked to keep a secret. Riian began to think about it as she sat down. It had been an ordinary day on the beach, her brother had been knocking all of sand castles down, but she had managed to bury him in the sand. The whole family had been in the sea, played volleyball and other games for hours on end. However it was on the way home that an unexpected life changing event would take place.
On the way back from the weekend trip with their parents, Riian and Shiro were sat in the back of the car. It was pretty dark as they drove home. No one knows why their parents had decided to leave the holiday home so late that evening. Shiro had been playing games with Riian; teasing her, playing ‘I spy’, ‘the registration game’ and ‘spot the object’, any game they could think of to pass the time.
“Sweetie you look tired. Get some sleep.” Riian's mother, Reika, had looked in her rearview mirror at Riian who had yawned.
"Okay Mummy." Riian smiled and closed her eyes. Shiro flicked her head and a stern voice spoke to him.
"Shiro Shihoin! Leave your sister alone." When their father used their full names, they knew they were in trouble plus he had spoken in a tone so deadly that it had even made Riian cry.
"Kaname calm down." Reika had said, patting his arm. Shiro had then started to comfort Riian instead. Shiro hadn’t ever been very fond of his father, but would still listen to him. Everything had happened so suddenly after that. Riian had been sleeping for most of the journey. She was woken by a loud screeching sound as her eyes opened she could see Shiro had wrapped his arms around her, and was quietly telling her to close her eyes. She had clung to her brother's arms.
"What's going on Shi-" before she had any time to finish her sentence there was a huge smashing sound and everything went black.


Chapter Four – School.

Riian’s eyes opened quickly as water was thrown down her. She sighed, as now she was going to be having her usual problems at school. Some boys were always picking on her; they’d take her bag, put all of her books into a bin and take all of her food. She never knew how she managed through these days. However, something was strange this time. The boys teased her about her parent’s deaths. When teachers tried to call Shiro, there was no answer. Riian’s eyes widened, he always answered a call from school, Shiro knew all about this stuff happening. In her panicked state she suddenly she had a vision of her leaning over her brother’s dead body. She shook her head vigorously for a second. He's just gone shopping or something. He's fine… he'll be here to pick me up.

The school bell rang. Riian looked out of the window to her left, towards the front of the school. She couldn't see her brother. She frowned and ran out of the classroom, down the stairs and burst through the main doors. Still, she could not see him. She walked, slowly looking either side of her every step she took. When she reached the gate she stared into the distance. Yet still, he was nowhere to be seen. She dropped her school bag and collapsed to the floor. Tears began to stream down her face. People were keeping distance and avoiding her. It then struck her, the vision from before one again came to mind.
“Brother?” she whispered, trying to make sense of it and she stood up. Everyone was long gone by now and her brother still couldn't be seen anywhere. She walked away dragging her bag and feet across the floor. Tears were still slowly falling. Shiro was always there for her but where was he now? Riian stopped for a second and looked up the path to the house. Maybe he forgot… she looked up ahead of her as she began to ascend the steps to her door expecting her brother to come and greet her like he usually did. This time it was all silent. She looked around.
"Brother" she muttered.

[Shikamaru]

Can you enter literature as well as fan fictions?

[Saber]

Sorry for the late reply Shikamaru but we have a literature competition and thats the one where you enter any writing except poetry and fan fiction. These have separate competitions as you will see. We will run a literature one at some point but we dont do it everytime.


Can I enter even though I won last month?

yes you can enter again

Because there are only two entries I will be extending this competition until September 17th and then we will vote for people who have entered.

[Shikamaru]

Oh that's fine. I understand. Thanks for the information.

[Zionist]

September.........ugh after 3 months if it's still just me and Riian and possibly Shana, 3 entries, what happens? Wait longer? Cause I just wanna know :bored:

[Shikamaru]

I can make up a fan fic on the spot and enter it if you lot want another person?

[Zionist]

Quality not Quantity........don't just throw it out there. Then again I'm not the judge

[Saber]

Zionist, I was advised by Ascended to extend the competition as there were only two entries. Sometimes the written competitions take a bit longer to get applicants because it can take some time to write a fan fiction, a poem or a story. However if anyone has something they think would make a suitable entry please put your entry forward. Thankyou


Shikamaru you are welcome to enter this competition if you would like to.

[Shikamaru]

Quality not Quantity........don't just throw it out there. Then again I'm not the judge

Well I have been playing around with a eyeshield 21 fan fic for a while.

Well if it makes a difference to help the competition start I will enter but it will be short

[Saber]

Well I have been playing around with a eyeshield 21 fan fic for a while.

Well if it makes a difference to help the competition start I will enter but it will be short

That would be great and the shortness is not a problem.

(''The word limit is as short as you like but no more than 3 posts'')

[Catriinaa]

A Sakumo and Kakashi Gaiden | Chapter 2 | The first meeting

Sunlight sliced through the blinds of the room. He had not left. The man had his head nested in his folded arms resting upon the edge of the hospital bed and sat in bedside seat, sleeping. His face was ghostly pale, the bags under his eyes were now filled with a clouded purple grey and his back rose and fell with his light breathing, the only sound within the room.
The room was empty. There were no flowers upon the table, no medical instruments on the benches, nothing, just everything white and clean. Even the bed covers that were blood stained had even been replaced with bright, clean, white ones. The whole building was white. Why? Perhaps they thought it made the place just seem that little bit more brighter and happier to keep everyone's spirits lighter. It wouldn't work on him.

The door slid open and a young medical ninja breezed in, sliding the door shut behind her. She wore a white short-sleeved, knee length, button-up dress, long white socks with low heeled white shiny shoes. Her hair was pinned back into a bun that rested against her the back of her neck. Her skin was fresh and bright, indicating this was the start of her shift. She carried a clipboard in one arm while the other swung by her side as she walked over to the end of the bed, heels clicking against the dull white tiles underneath her. She hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder and shook gently, 'Uhh... Hatake-sama?' she nervously attempted to wake him. No response. She shook him a little harder, 'Hatake-sama you need to wake up' she spoke more confidently now. Sakumo stirred within his sleep. His shoulders flexed and stretched out. The nurse's eyes widened with anticipation for him to wake. She watched him... flop his head onto the other side facing away from her, his shoulders dropped back down to relax. The nurse huffed angrily and placed her hand on her hips, tapping her toe continuously, her eyebrows pulled together in annoyance. She wasn't allowed to raise her voice or verbally abuse anyone from direct orders from the doctor, meaning she couldn't shout to wake him up. She stood there for some time wondering how to wake him, still tapping her toe. She glanced around the room sighing heavily every few seconds. Her gaze stopped at the window. An evil smirk stretched across her face, her eyes then landed on the sleeping Sakumo. A chuckle escaped her throat as she wandered over slowly to the window. She stood beside and held the chord between her thumb and forefinger. She tugged down hard. The blinds whooshed to the sides. The sun blasted through the glass pane illuminating the entire room with deathly brightness and warmth. The light burnt through his eyelids making him see red suddenly. He jolted upright in the chair and flung his arms in front of him trying to block the huge ray. 'What the..?' his low voice groaned, his eyes thin and squinting.
'Ahh Good Morning Hatake-sama,' she trotted over smiling politely whilst her inner self was still smirking, 'I'm sorry to say that we're going to have to ask you to leave' she looked at him with apologetic eyes. Sakumo lowered his arms and looked at her with sadness. He dropped his gaze to the bed covers. 'I understand this is a difficult time,' she placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder 'but we can't accommodate you for any longer. The hospital needs the space, but most importantly...you have a son to look after now Hatake-sama' she spoke soothingly.
'Y-yes' he breathed, lowering his hand to his knees to reveal his tearstained cheeks and ghostly complexion to the nurse. She wore now a worried expression.
'You can collect him later if you don't feel quite ready yet. The nurses can look after him' she spoke in the same quiet soft tone. Sakumo stayed still looking at the place his wife used to lay. He closed his eyes and shook his head.
'N-no, please... take me to him' he looked up at her with an expression that broke her heart.
'Of course Hatake-sama...'

The nurse led Sakumo through the white washed corridors of the hospital, her heels clicking underneath her whilst his feet dragged carelessly across the tiles. His hands were deep in his pockets and his eyes pointed at the ground, though they weren't taking in any information as to where he was going, or rather where the nurse was taking him. 'Here we are' the silence broke between them. The two of them were standing in front a large glass window. On the other side of the glass were 30 cribs with only about 10 filled with tiny new born babies lined up in the first row. Sakumo looked up and stared at each bundle of joy. His lips were parted and his eyes glistened. He found him, third from the left. The nurse smiled at him and then at the baby, 'He resembles you very well Hatake-sama. I'll go get him for you' she wandered into the room and picked up his child. She came back through holding him in her arms. Sakumo just stared at him with wide joyful eyes whilst his son stared back with wide wondering eyes. The nurse moved closer and began to hand him over, 'No mistaking that he's yours' she smiled politely. Sakumo hesitated, scared that he might hurt him, he was so tiny. He slowly put his arms around him and looked down with a worried expression. 'He's fine Hatake-sama. You're holding him correctly' she reassured him. Sakumo didn't take his eyes off his son. The baby soon closed their eyes and drifted off into a soundless sleep. Sakumo finally smiled, 'I'll protect you...' a tear dripped down onto his son, 'not matter what...Kakashi'.

Thread (http://www.animeforum.org.uk/showthread.php?t=9499)

[Super Vegeku]

May I enter this competition?

[The Grindel Katinka]

Take It Home

AN: Song used is Take It Home by The White Tie AffairIt was lonely here without anyone he knew and nothing he could enjoy doing without getting the tar beat out of him by the third class saiyan that had surpassed him. "Damn you Kakarot.." He huffed and smeared his face in his palm in frustration. What was there to do around this planet anyways? Surely the natives did something that he might find enjoyable. Hopefully he could find something to enjoy before he went absolutely insane with the boredom. He felt useless unless he was fighting or destroying.


The neons of the red light district lit the rain slicked streets with a devilish glow that promised much sinful delight in many forms. This place looked promising as the gray clouds over the black night sky swirled like a sickly fog belched from the belly of a demon intent on hiding this place away from the purity of the night sky. It would be raining again soon and the saiyan prince wasn't much fond of getting caught in the next downpour.

It wasn't long until he found a place he thought would be a suitable place to duck in out of the rain. A long line to get in but that wasn't even close to giving him a second thought about going in. If he wanted in he'd damn well get in and there was nothing they could do to stop him. He pushed his way to the front of the line much to everyone's dismay. It wasn't much of a struggle to get through the line of weak humans but he'd hit another pitiful obstacle, the bouncer. "Back of the line buddy."

"Is this how you greet a prince?" Vegeta scowled darkly at the hand that was set on his shoulder to deter him.

The burly man laughed deeply and spoke to his partner on this shift. "Ya hear that Rick? He's a prince!" The equally musclebound Rick laughed, a rippling of muscles visible under his impeccably cleaned suit.

"Yeah, and my friend the fairy princess of Aldalia grants me wishes daily! Get lost." Vegeta growled angrily and threw the massive man who's hand was tainting his princely shoulder with a peasant's touch. The angry party goers behind him were shocked into silence for a few moments before they soon whipped into murmurs and whispers that grew all too loud to be discreet.

Vegeta smirked wickedly and without even looking blasted a crater in the street only a few inches in front of the large man's face. It would have been so much more satisfying if he had blasted the man himself but humiliating him would work just fine. "Isn't my name on the list? Prince Vegeta."

Rick was sweating heavily and slowly looked down to the list his hand and quickly looked up, one large hand unhooking the velvet dividing rope to allow Vegeta to pass. "Oh yeah, right here at the top.." It was a lie and Vegeta knew it but he was definitely enjoying these two weaklings pissing their pants for his entertainment. It might be a fun night after all, he thought.


Vegeta's ears were assaulted by the bone jarring bass of the loud music when he stepped through the door and he quickly found a place in a corner where the noise wasn't so terrible. Perhaps it hadn't been such a brilliant idea to come in this place to get out of the rain. He groaned in annoyance as he sank into a very plush and welcoming booth seat. How could these stupid creatures stand such racket? There seemed to be a lot of them crowded into a small area near the middle of the room in front of him but their movements were as confusing as the noise.

The scent of sweat and heavy colognes mingled with the smoke in the thick air giving a heavy feeling to the dimmed place. A place that reeked of sin and pleasures in cloying wafts of stale air that clung to one's skin like oil to a river animal.

The crush of bodies in the middle of the large room drew his eyes back to the center like a fatal attraction as he tried to see appeal of what they were doing. Many times he caught himself zoning out and staring into the throng of people moving and shaking their bodies in ways that made no sense to him, yet there was something about the way the swayed illogically that drew his eyes back without fail.Come on baby take it home
People are starting to stare
And they're turning off all of the lights
We've been putting on a show all nightA familiar face caught his eyes from across the way as the occupants of the crowded dance floor parted and swayed just enough to allow for a view to the bar. Bulma's face was illuminated by the flash of a brilliant strobe and for a split second the saiyan prince could see every detail of her lovely face clear as day and just as quickly as she had been illuminated in a blinding light her visage sank back into darkness and was shrouded by the crush of moving bodies once more.

At first it seemed so sure that he'd seen her there but every passing second stole the clarity away from him and his certainty began to waver. What would that woman being doing here? Bulma had enjoyed machines far more than people it seemed and always needed a bodyguard for anything. With so many strong men here the only one he could think of protecting her would be Kakarot and there would be no way to even convince the third class passed the door.


Vegeta huffed as he stood to stalk towards the bar in hopes of finding something more interesting there. He was rather disappointed to find only drunken debauchery of the men and women in equal parts. The sickly scents of wafting perfumes laid thick over sweating bodies. He watched in disgust; the press of numb lips into necks, slurred whispers of empty promises only to seduce, distorted laughter rising through the haze of acrid smoke. It turned his stomach to see such filthy creatures.

A familiar voice, distressed and thick with inebriation, rose to his ears like pained tide. "Stop it!" That was Bulma's voice he'd heard, the words getting a response from him almost immediately. He found her soon in an alcove, small wrists held tightly from behind by a man who reeked of the foul drinks he'd spilled upon the lavish velvet seats. "Hey ugly!" The man looked up with lazily half lidded eyes, a dumbly confused look upon his face. "She said stop."

The man gave a pompous smile and once again disregarded Vegeta in favor of trailing unwanted kisses along the more tender areas of Bulma's neck, passing over several marks of abused and sore skin. That was it, to kiss a woman was one thing but to abuse her and force her was another.

There wasn't a moment's hesitation as he reached over Bulma to yank the offensive man up by his ponytail. The man's yelp was cut short by the heavy fist against his cheek that wrenched muscle and bone from place with a sickening crunch.

Vegeta scowled down at the man on the floor, a weakling unable to defend himself against a respectable opponent. The prince spat at the twitching figure of Bulma's assailant before he turned away to leave. "Vegeta?" The way she said his voice, so soft and meek, had stopped him in mid step.

"Yes Bulma?" He wasn't in any mood to really care about anyone, the reaction had been one his father had beaten into him at a young age.

The beautiful young genius stumbled in her high heels to catch up to him. His nose wrinkled slightly at the sight of her hurt neck and he debated for a moment about just blasting the scumbag into a crater then and there. Women were to be respected and he had even less love of such creatures who would dishonor the fairer sex as he saw them. The smile on her ruby painted lips held worlds of gratitude as she leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Thank you."

Boys will be boys

Take it home take it home
Cause i can't take anymore
It's your touch it's your taste
It's your dress on the floor
Take it home take it home
Cause I've been waiting all night
For you
And this is what I'm gonna do

Vegeta blushed lightly and thanked the sick twist of fate that had brought him into this sin filled concrete womb, soft with velvet and damp with carnal sweat, that is was dimly lit. "Feh, he's lucky I'm playing nice." Bulma bit her lip and looked at the floor.

"Um, have you found a place to stay yet?" Vegeta huffed and lifted his chin proudly at the meek words from the human.

"I'm a saiyan prince, I'll find something." He stayed like that a moment listening to Bulma make small sounds he ventured to guess was stifled laughter and was soon proven right.

"You haven't gotten very far have you?" He scowled at her.

"It doesn't matter. Right now I'm just staying dry anyways." The grimace on the human's face was an expression of utmost annoyance.

"That won't do at all Vegeta! You're not going to find a single place like this." The haughty tone of her voice was a fond sound to him, words spoken like royalty.

He wouldn't show that he admired her willfulness, he'd stick to his haughty scowl and keep that smile buried deep within his mind. "So what would you suggest then?"

She huffed, a sound of indignation as if the answer was plainly obvious and he was just over looking it. Her lightly flushed cheeks, rosy from a few drinks, lent her soft face a gently scolding look as she wagged a finger at him. "If 'your highness' wasn't so stubborn you could have asked me!"

Ice ice melt your heart
Baby girl let down your guard
Rush rush for that touch
Just one taste can't get enough

[The Grindel Katinka]

After so long waiting for Bulma's private cab, which never arrived, the prince huffed in annoyance and shot a soft glare at the woman. "Just hang on." He was done waiting on everyone else who lived upon the ragged face of this planet. Without warning he scooped Bulma into his arms bridal style and simply took off over the decayed district, hidden by paints and neons the way an elderly woman might hide wrinkles with make-up.

Slender arms wrapped around his neck with a scream. "Put me down Vegeta!" She was right in his ear shrieking and it was by far less than pleasant with the way her voice whined.

"Shut up!" The words were clipped by the wind rushing passed them but the point was agonizingly clear to let him handle it.

The young woman whimpered and buried her face in the prince's neck, raising a flush to his cheeks as the dreary landscape drifted below them. "Where do you live?" If she couldn't find it from so high up then he'd have to fly closer to the jagged teeth that were the sky scrapers until she could spot her home.

She seemed calmer but the tremors of her body reminded him she was still afraid of the dizzying height they were at. "Umm," Bright eyes surveyed the landscape in worry before she grudgingly took a hand from the death grip around his strong shoulders to point. "Capsule Corp should be over in that direction, the big round building.."

The prince nodded and glared at her almost as if he was waiting for something. "Ready?"

She gulped and nodded nervously, surprised when he flew slower than before so as not to startle her. Perhaps it was her imagination but she was beginning to think the icy prince might have a soft spot among the tundras of his loathing heart.

Ice ice melt your heart
Baby girl let down your guard
Rush rush for that touch
Just one taste can't get enough

The gray-scaled scene of city and smog rolled under them like a sluggish, clogged river full of childrens' building blocks. Crisp air of the higher drafts blew over them like chilled hands seeking to scrub them both of the thick odors and grime of the detestable place they had left.

The young woman, in a delicate silk dress that clung to her like secondary crimson skin, gave a soft sound of discomfort as she pressed a powdered cheek into his neck. It was too cold to keep her in the higher atmosphere for too long, he thought as she squeezed herself against him as much for warmth as security.

The scuff of his boots on the porch was barely a whisper in the night as he set her down. "Get inside and get warm." There was no room from argument from her. She would warm herself or he would do it for her and chances were she would not enjoy his methods of care.

Baby put your key in the door
Cause this party's getting way to loud
And the neighbors can't take anymore
And they're so for you
Let's give them an encore

Boys will be boys

Take it home take it home
Cause i can't take anymore
It's your touch it's your taste
It's your dress on the floor
Take it home take it home
Cause I've been waiting all night
For you
And this is what I'm gonna do

They slipped inside the building without much incident aside from the security system which seemed intent on alerting everyone in the complex that Vegeta was not meant to be here. "Arg, stupid machines!" The soft faced genius screeched in frustration, flipping open the panel to disconnect and rewire the system frantically until the sirens died away.

The lingering screams of the alarm faded quickly within the corridors like a ghost sent back within the grave, leaving the brightly lit halls silent once more. The sense of being watched made Vegeta shudder from a nervousness riled by the fuss.

Bulma motioned for him to follow her once the shattered quiet had been restored. His eyes were too busy wandering over the smaller details of the pristine walls to pay much attention to the sway of her gently curved hips or the way her dress fell over her slender frame. As much as any would normally stare at her and ravage her with their eyes alone he was a warrior that could not afford to be distracted by such trifles.

At long last she stopped him outside a door in the private sector and graced him with a delicate smiled. The rosiness of her cheeks had faded with sobriety, her eyes again clear and focused upon him. "You can have this room until you get on your feet."

He scoffed under his breath, the sound dismissive and derisive as a gloved hand fumbled the door open to see inside. He groped blindly beside the door frame in search of a light switch he never found before the fluorescent bulbs flickered to life.

Bulma chuckled and took her hand away from the switch he'd missed on the opposite side. "Not all buildings are the same Vegeta, you have to check both sides of the doors."

As much as she meant well he couldn't hide the wash of red hot embarrassment that colored his cheeks this time. The bright lights within the room and hallways gave him no way to hide save to turn away and grumble sullenly. "I was getting to it.."

Ice ice melt your heart
Baby girl let down your guard
Rush rush for that touch
Just one taste can't get enough

Get a room, and they say
What's it to them anyway
Over there, anywhere
Doesn't matter cause your here

Ice ice melt your heart
Baby girl let down your guard
Rush rush for that touch
Just one taste can't get enough

Bulma pursed cherry lips as those sky blue eyes scrutinized him thoroughly. "Oho, the big bad prince is the independent type!" The words mocked him lightly but he couldn't very well do anything about it without causing a fuss and he knew it. It was her domain and in this little 'castle' she was the queen and he was but a guest at her whim.

"Shut it woman." He growled in annoyance at the needling of his sore ego, those bright eyes still upon him like a boulder pressing upon his shoulders. The weight of her gaze never lifted until he finally turned to look back at her nervously, only to find her face uncomfortably close to his. "Can I-..help you?"

Bulma pouted and leaned back. "You need a shower. There's a personal bathroom over there so I'd suggest you go wash up." Those pale eyes roved over his outfit critically before she again took on that haughty air he'd let draw him to her in the first place. "You'll need some new clothes too. This stuff simply isn't going to do, I'll have something set out for you by the time your shower is done.

He glared at her angrily but how could he complain when he liked that she knew exactly what she wanted? Though he wasn't going to let her boss him around so easily just yet. "Let me at least settle a minute before you go about commanding me!" The sparks flying between them could practically be felt in the air.

Even if they hated to admit it to themselves there was something forming between them slowly. How long the frail bond of worry and fuss would last was anyone's guess. Perhaps a passing fancy between them or even a glance of care. They each seemed to have something to give each other even if for now they were simply nettling one another's egos.

Ice ice melt your heart
Baby girl let down your guard
Rush rush for that touch
Just one taste can't get enough

Take it home take it home
Cause i can't take anymore
It's your touch it's your taste
It's your dress on the floor
Take it home take it home
Cause I've been waiting all night
For you
And this is what I'm gonna do

Ice ice melt your heart
Baby girl let down your guard
Rush rush for that touch
Just one taste can't get enough

[The Grindel Katinka]

Bulma sighed softly, combing delicate fingers through her hair to push it back. "I don't want you going to bed dirty is all, just relax." As moody as she was beautiful and unpredictable in many ways. Again that softer side was surfacing if only to calm the nerves of her guest. "I'll go get you some clothes okay?"

Vegeta gave a scowling acknowledgment and turned his eyes away from that tender face stubbornly. Again that familiar sound of her rustling dress that he had earlier ignored signaled her exit though with this new opportunity he allowed himself the distraction of her body and the way the scant fabric played over her gorgeous form.

Could he allow himself to owe this cat of a woman? Should he even allow her to make even the deeds of tonight? "Whatever.." Dark eyes found the door to the bathroom she had mentioned to him and while she was gone he decided to give up the stubborn charade.

The fresh steam that quickly filled the small room eased his tension little by little, the pounding spray of water running over his bare back from the shower head washing the grit and slime from his mind and body. It felt good to be in a place he could be clean of the sick obsessions and carnality that was devouring and rotting this planet.

At least in blood and sweat of battle he could prove superiority and strength. In the heat of a grand fight he could let care and worry give way to all the hatred and rage he felt. Then and only then when the blood of another sprayed over his hands he could be free of all need for others.

As expected some fresh clothes had been set out for him, pajamas had even been laid on the bed for the night. He stopped a moment, thoughts chasing through his head like dogs snapping at the heels of a fox, as he looked at the room he'd been given to use until he could once more become independent.

The question he couldn't answer was whether or not he liked the small gestures of thoughtfulness from the lovely genius who had once despised and feared him. He had seen her in so many ways, the facets of her persona much more intriguing once a person looked passed one to see the many. He wasn't even sure why his mind would not leave her alone.

He'd discarded the towel and dressed in the pajamas he'd been left by the time a knock sounded at the door, bringing a grumpy response from the tired saiyan. "Yeah?"

The door slid open to reveal Bulma in an outfit better suited towards working in a laboratory. "Hey, I just wanted to let you know that if you need anything hit the blue button on the speaker set of the nightstand and you'll get my intercom okay?"

Part of him wanted to just shoo her away but he settled for a simple nod, turning and almost on his way towards the bed when again that soft voice came from behind him. "Vegeta?" Delicate as a paper flower, his name lingered in the air as though it would never fall.

"What?" He was too tired to be harsh or gruff with her. He wanted to sleep and hoped that the rest would chase away the thoughts that danced within his uneasy mind. What could she possibly want now?

"Thanks again for helping me tonight." The barest of smiles touched the corners of his lips. Stupid as he may have called her many times times before and no matter how he might see everyone else the woman was beautiful and could be tender when she so pleased. Living here with her would prove very interesting he already knew.

Just one taste can't get enough..


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[Raditzthehairball]

here's my entry

[note : == means flash back. =<>= means time skip]

The sky was dark mixing with serveral dark grey clouds which could hardly be seen, adding more sorrow to the funeral . There weren't so much people attending and they didn't seem too emotional either . It was like they just attend it just because of responsibility . They all have the cold look on their face, except 2 people who was standing among them, near the grave. The older one had to-the-middle-of-his-back-length dark brown hair , his brown eyes showed he was very sad by the person's death. He put his hand on the head of the little boy who was clenching to him, the boy looked roughly 6 years old , with blonde hair that had a hair bang crossed his face , coverred his left eye from being seen. They were both having tears rolling down their eyes, although the tall man's face still remaining it's tough .

" Your father was great. Be strong and make him proud. " The man comforted warmly to the boy then stared back at the grave . He could clearly remember his partner's words before he died.

==

" TESSEKI! " The brown haired man with several wounds on his body exclaimed and ran over to his partner, who was lying on the grassy ground which was now dyed with Tesseki's blood . There were kunais and shurikens all over his body . Not far away, There were dead bodies of several rival ninjas . The badly injured man weakly smiled as he saw his partner was alive. His fingers twitched while his hand tried to reach to a scroll . It was also covered with blood.

The other man by now had reached him and lightly lifted his head " Tesseki! I'm sorry i couldn't come back in time, the enemies w- " His words were stopped by Tesseki's action. The man slowly raised his hand with the with the small bloody scroll .

" Kazuhei... take it... to the village " Tesseki said . The words were forced out of him with lots of power but still it came out like he was whispering. Kazuhei took the scroll from his hand. He knew what was going to happen and he couldn't do anything to stop it. His lips tightened to control his emotion so was his grasp on the scroll . Suddenly he realized Tesseki was trying to say something else. He lowered his head so that he could hear clearlier. " please... take care of my son . protect him... I m the only one he had... i know i won't survive ... please... Kazuhei... " .

The brown haired man couldn't hold it anymore, he felt his eyes were all watery. The warm salty liquid rolled down his cheeks . He knew about his partner's life. They had been partners for nearly 15 years now. Everyone in Tesseki's clan hated art , which means they also hate Tesseki and his family because he was the only one in the clan dared to follow the artistic path . His wife died after given birth to his son. The boy had been growing up in the hate of the rest of the family, except his father .

Kazuhei nodded " you have my promise " . Tesseki smiled as if he had been waiting for this answer . He then closed his eyes and released his muscles. He passed away with a satisfied look on his face. He trusted Kazuhei could keep his promise. He had never broken a promise to him before.

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" Kazuhei-san "

The little boy lightly shook his arm as he called him , which brought him back to realitity . Everyone had left except the two. He looked down and smiled warmly . " lets head home, Deidara. You have to attend the first day at the academy tomorrow . " The boy nodded after looking back at his father's grave . Kazuhei picked up the boy and put him on his shoulders and started walking back to the village .

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" Can i remove the band now, Kazu-san ? "

" yes you can now "

Deidara slowly untied the headband which was covering his eyes . His eyes widened and he dropped it . They were standing in a small clay-art workshop . It had everything he ever wanted. And all of them were best quality stuffs too. He could tell because his father taught him a lot about clay art tools. The boy ran around the place, examine everything in it with high interest . " Kazu-san! This place is so great! " He exclaimed with the most happy face he ever had. "

" It's yours now " Kazuhei said with his hands on his hips and a grin on his face . " congratulation on graduating to Genin with the highest grade "

" really?! " The boy ran to him and hopped into his arms " Thank you , Kazu-san ! " . Deidara felt so delightful being around the man. He brought the feeling like he was his father.

Kazuhei rubbed the boy's head . He then walked over to the headband, which the boy dropped , picked it up and handed over to Deidara. " You gotta be more carefull with it . The headbands are very important . "

" sorry, i will . " The boy took the head protector from Kazuhei then tied it on his head after Kazuhei put him down back on his feet. " Now since you have a whole day. I'll teach you to create clay works like your father . Hows that sound? "

Deidara's eyes widened again . That was one thing his father promised to him... right before he head for the mission. "That sound... g- He quickly turned his face and wiped his eyes with his kimino-like outfit 's sleeve. Then turned back with a smile . " That's sound great "

" Man, he just like you, Tesseki. " He thought and took the boy over to a table and began to show him how to mold the clay .

[ I'm not sure how academy and rank are like in Iwagakure, so I applied Konoha's to it ]

to be continue...

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You're the Only One

Chapter 1: Missing

After saying goodbye to Shino and Kiba, Hinata decided to take a short walk in the woods before returning home. She stopped in a clearing and laid down to look at the sky. After a few minutes, her star gazing changed to day dreaming of her favorite clueless ninja (you know who he is and if you don’t, shame on you ^^) Since she was in her own little world, she didn’t notice a pair of eyes watching her.

“NARUTO! GET YOU’RE ASS OUT HERE!” after hearing that, Naruto fell right out of bed and landed face first on the floor. He screamed out of pain and held his face. He then looked at the clock and started to growl of annoyance, ‘who would wake a person at 8:00 in the damn morning?’

Suddenly the shouting changed to hard beating sounds coming from his door. Naruto covered his ears with his hands and ran to the door. He opened the door and his annoyance changed to confusion, “What do you want Kiba?”

Kiba was out of breath due from spending the whole day looking for Naruto. He took a deep breath. “why are you still looking for her?”

Naruto expression change from confusing to serious, “what do you mean?” he knew what Kiba meant by that question.

Kiba started to growl out of anger, “you know damn well what I mean. She has been gone about a year. No one can find her. Do you not realize how exhausted you look right now? Give up!”

Naruto gritted his teeth and his hand tightened into a fist, “give up, GIVE UP! Do you not know who I am!? I will never give up! And I can’t believe that you would even give up on your own friend! Now if you excuse me, I will be on my way because unlike you I CARE about finding her.” He ran passed Kiba and jumped from rooftop to rooftop.

Kiba bowed his head down. He felt completely guilty. Naruto was right; he gave up on his friend, teammate, and sister. But, unlike Naruto, this was reality. Kiba shook his head and gritted his teeth, ‘she’s gone and she will never come back.’


Naruto was running in the woods, trying to find any clues on finding her. The more he ran, the more his frustrated he got, ‘Hinata.’

Flashback
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“WHAT!! What do you mean she’s missing!” after hearing Hinata has vanished from Neji, he ran straight to Tsunade to find out any more information.
Tsunade was not in the best of moods and Naruto shouting in her face was not helping her mood. She slammed her hands on her desk, “LISTEN!! I’m not in the mood to deal with you right now. I have just sent Sasuke, Sakura, Neji, and team 8 looking for her, so, just leave me ALONE! If you don’t I will rip that annoying head off from that annoying orange body of yours and use it for kick ball practice. Now. GO!!!”

Naruto shook with fear. She was serious. Not wanting his head removed, he left as quickly as he could.

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End of Flashback

After about half of year, everyone gave up. That is except for one.

Flashback
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“Naruto, stop searching for her. There are no evidence of Hinata’s wear abouts.” Tsunade was starting to get worried about Naruto.

Naruto violently shook his head. “I will not stop. She is someone very important to me. She is a close friend and I will NEVER stop finding her.”

Tsunade shook her head and sighed, ‘There is no way to get through to this brat.’ “Naruto, everyone had quit. Why do you just do the same?”

Naruto smiled. “You know well enough that I am no quitter. I promise Grandma, I will find her no matter what.” After saying that, he jumped out the window to continue his search.

Tsunade just laughed and shook her head. ‘That boy is impossible.’

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End of Flashback

During the year of searching for Hinata, Naruto has been feeling not himself lately. He eats one bowl of ramen per day, only gets at least three hours of sleep, and always looks drained. Everyone is worried about him, even Sasuke, though he does not show it.

Naruto made a loud yawn and continued to run while smiling, ‘Don’t worry Hinata. I will find you. I promise.’

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You're The Only One

Chapter 2: Escaped

She did not know how long she was running, it felt like hours but she had to get away from the man that was behind her. She was running as fast as she could, wishing he would give up already. Her legs were getting weaker every step she took. She could barely breath but she could not stop to take a break, other wise she would collapse.

While concentrating on trying to keep going and breathing at the same time, she suddenly tripped on a tree’s root. She struggled to lift her self up, but she was too weak and tired to move. She wanted to cry for help but she knew no one could hear her.

“Come out, come out were ever you are.” Her body stopped moving all together. He was coming closer. She could hear him calling her name like he was singing a sick tune.

She tried getting up again ignoring her body’s protests. He was almost near her now his voice getting louder and louder. Her fear started to take over and managed to lift her body up started to run again. She stopped caring of where she was going; all she cared about was getting away from that place and him.

She felt someone grab her by the arm. Her mind went blank and her body started to shake. ‘No.’ she knew it was him, so she turned and kicked him with all her might were a man should never be kicked.

He grunted and let go of her. When he fell on the ground that was her chance to run once again. Now he was angry, he lift him self up and ran after her. ‘she wont get away.’

He managed to catch up to her and added chakra to his hands. He brushed his hand on her leg and in a few seconds, she fell to the grounds again. He walked in front of her and started to laugh. “Did you really think you would escape me? You must be joking. Now, if you come back with me with out fighting, your punishment wont be to painful, much. And maybe I will allow you to keep your eyes at least for one more day.”

She struggled to get back up but her leg would no even budge. The more she struggled, the more the man laughed at her useless attempt. She didn’t want to go back with him when she tried as hard as she did trying to escape. With all her power that she had left, she punched as hard as she could in his gut.

The man once again fell on the ground. He grunted holding his gut, which gave her another chance to escape again. As quickly as she could, she got up, hopped from tree to tree with the one leg of hers that was working. He couldn’t believe how much strength she had after being tortured for so long and not to mention running around for days as well. He got back up and sighed, ‘she will never learn’.

She didn’t know what was making her move, she could have sworn that all her energy was gone. Maybe it was because she did not want to be in pain by that man again or it could be how much she wanted to see her friends and family again or just to see “him” again. She smiled as the boy’s picture played in her mind. What ever it was, she had to keep going no matter what. ‘just for him’

She suddenly lost her balance on one of the branches and fell on the ground. She quickly got off the ground and hopped on one leg as fast as she could. Finally she could use the other and leg and ran even faster.

She later came in to a clearing, looking around for any place to hide. With her luck she found an old cabin. As fast as she could, she ran in the cabin, closed the door, closed the blinds to make the room as dark as possible, and hid in the corner so she could not be seen. She tried to hide whatever chakra she had, if she had any, so she would not be detected.

She stiffened as she heard humming. He was getting louder which made her shiver. She covered her mouth so no sound would come out which would reveal her hiding spot. It felt like hours to her and soon the humming sounded father away.

After she couldn’t hear any more sounds, she started to relax. She was still too afraid to go out there, wondering if he would be able to spot her if she left, so she staid in the same spot, not moving. Sleep was over taking her, so she laid down and took a quick nap. She smiled as she was dreaming of her favorite hero hoping that he would come and save her. ‘naruto’.

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You're The Only One

Chapter 3: Found

Naruto slowly opened his eyes, trying to get use to the light. He jumped out of bed, stretched, got dressed; and left to continue his search. For some reason he felt really confident. He has a feeling that he will actually find something.

‘heh, keep dreaming boy, that girl is as good as dead,’ said the Kyuubi.

‘feh, shut up you dumb fox! I will never give up! Believe it!’

Kyuubi just laughed, ‘ hahahaha, I “Believe” that you are stupid.’

Naruto just ignored him. He did not want to spend his time arguing with the Kyuubi, he was on a mission. He was about to go back in the forest but was stopped by one of his best friends. Naruto stood there confused, “what do you want Sakura?”

Sakura looked at the ground and took a deep breath, “Um, I was about to go get some ramen and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me.”

Naruto frowned; he knew what she was up too. “Sorry Sakura but I still have to find Hinata.” He walked pass her and ran back into the forest.

Sakura started to sob until she heard some one waking behind her. She knew who it was. She hugged her boyfriend tightly and started to cry on his chest. He rapped his arms around her and placed his head on hers. “I take it that it didn’t work.”

Sakura shook her head, “oh Sasuke, why doesn’t he just quit?”

Sasuke and Sakura have been dating for about two years now. Sakura felt bad for Naruto but she hoped that Naruto would finally stop looking at her and starts looking at Hinata. She kept talking Hinata in to telling Naruto about her feelings for him but she said that she would tell him on his birthday. During his birthday she gave him a hokage cloak made by her own hand and chickened out of telling him how she felt. Hinata promised Sakura that she would try again on his next birthday.

When Hinata went missing, she felt bad for Naruto. She knew he would never quit like bringing Sasuke back. Every day she could feel that Naruto was slowly giving up though he would not a mitt it. Even though her and Sasuke bought him food, they knew he would not eat it, so hey would three times a week visit and make sure he has bean eating and make something nice for him also.

Sasuke sighed, “I know that you are worried about him, but, you can’t stop him from finding her, you and I of all people know how stubborn he is.”

Sasuke was never the type to comfort anyone. But, after dating Sakura and hanging out with Naruto, he started getting soft around people. He is also friends with Hinata and also wanted her to confess to Naruto. He thought even the dope needed happiness.

Sakura chuckled a little and stared to smile, “yeah. I know.”

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Naruto was jumping from tree to tree, looking for anything that he miss looked. He knew he would find nothing, but he just felt like she was around. He does not know why though.

He went deeper in the forest hoping that he missed anything that could lead him to her. But, Something in his mind was telling him to go even further, so he did what the voice told him. He stopped to take a little break. He laid down on the grass looking at the clouds.

He was close to falling asleep. ‘Hinata.’ They wind blowing was really relaxing. But the wind blew a sent that Naruto could not forget. His eyes shot opened and he ran as fast as he could till keeping track on the sent. ‘Could it be?’

He was getting close he could feel it; the sent was getting more clearer. ‘it’s got to be her. It smells like lavender and. …blood?’ after smelling the blood mixed in with the sent, he ran even faster.

He came in to a clearing and manages to find an old cabin. The closer he walked to it, the thicker the sent. He knew she was in there.

When he opened the door, it was completely dark. He used his hands to feel his hands through the wall to find the window. When he found the window, it was covered with blinds so he ripped them off.

The light burned his eyes but he tried to deal with it and looked around. Everything was blurry and in a corner he found a blurry blob. When his eyes were finally adjusted to the light, his eyes widened.

He walked closer to the figure making sure it was real. It looked liked she was sleeping, her blue hair was longer but a big mess, her shirt and pants had some torn marks but nothing revealing. She had cuts, bruises, and bloodstains almost everywhere on her body. But, he didn’t pay much attention of that he was just happy to find her alive. He placed his hands on her shoulder. Tears started to fall down his face. “Hinata!”