NoJoMo #2 : The Excerts

Let’s see…Where to start…

Guess with my latest self-discovery. [And not going to make the evil ‘fiction‘ slip I did earlier to sissy…& hope there is enough love in my boys’ hearts to go around. *laughs*]

I have a thing, apparently, for chubby, underdog otherworldly boys, who have a way of becoming not quite as chubby, and proving to those around them that they are more than what they seem to be.
As you all can probably guess Neville is amongst that…I shall introduce you to Akimichi Choji…or simply…Choji! [Whose name I have managed to learn to spell in one days time.]

And a video of Shikamaru and Choji…[& it happens to be to Raven and Neville’s will be song. *laughs*]

And now…I’ve got a couple bits…One is fanfic…One is an orginal bit of work. I had NaNoWriMo in mind…And these two things splurged out of my head…So here you go…[Mind you, I have no names for any of the orginal characters, in either story, hence the _____ spots. & there are explanations of a couple words at the bottom of the fanfic, for a couple words.]…The excerts:

Naruto FanFiction:

"You’re thinking about leaving again, aren’t you?"

"Yes, I am."

"Why this time?"

"Despite my father being a…smart man," the words were somewhat forced, "I do believe his way is clouded. Peace is an admirable goal, but…This is not peace he brings upon us." _____ continued, "he had become obsessed with the tails. This had become a struggle for power, and an aid to grudges."

"Grudges?"

"Do you not hold grudges Uncle?"

"I never thought about it really."

"Don’t you?" _____ raised an eyebrow, reaching out to slip her fingers underneath the man’s headband. Giving it a tug, the knot that secured it released, allowing the kunoichi to remove it from his forehead. "Does this not speak as much?"

"How so my little ki ningyo?"

"It says, ‘Here I am, ninja of the mist, yet I turn my back on you, my people, my village." Her ___ eyes looked up into his. "It says you want them to acknowledge you, yet you do not with to be there. You feel they wronged you, for which you in turn wronged them." _____ shrugged, "it is as plain and simple as that."

"Anyone else and I would rip you to shreds for such."

An impish smiled played on _____ lips. "Perhaps Uncle Kisame, but I am me. Your little ki ningyo."

"Yet you’re set to leave."

"I will miss you, and Uncle Tobi." A sudden solemness fell over the kunoichi.

"Sasori?"

_____ nodded, "and Lord Hidan."

"Hidan?"

"Yes," _____ nodded again. "He was fanatical, but had such devotion, as does my father, to his cause. Even if such causes lack…merit of sorts."

"_____" a small rare smile crossed the shark-man’s features. "Are you going soon then?"

A slight pout formed on the girl’s lips. "You called me _____."

"Sorry my little ki ningyo. I thought perhaps you had grown too old for such."

"Never uncle."

"Are you going to make your good-byes?"

"Some," _____ returned. "Uncle Tobi, Zetsu…" the kunoichi bit her lip in thought. "I would say good-bye to mother but…" Lids closed over the tears that were threatening to pool. "I can not let father know I’m leaving."

"Do you not think any of the rest of us will inform him?"

_____ looked up at Kisame, reaching up she laid a hand upon his pale blue skin. "You would not sell out your ki ningyo, would you Uncle Kisame?" Placing his own hand over the girl’s he shook his head. "And in Zetsu’s own words, ‘Tobi is a good boy.’ So I have no worry over Uncle Tobi either." A slight smile overtook _____’s features. "And I trust in Zetsu to keep Zetsu in line."

"I shall miss you my ki ningyo."

"I shall miss you too."

"Where will you go?"

"I think it best I not say."

"You do have a destination in mind, do you not?"

"I do," _____ returned, retrieving her hand from the man. "And I shall set out soon after the last of my good-byes."

*500 words
**ki ningyo [reads ‘Chakra’ & ‘doll/human figurine’]
***kunoichi [the name given to female ninjas]
Another odd little note here…When I was initally thinking about making a fanfic for Naruto…I was actually going to have my character intereseted in Kisame…But I couldn’t get any thoughts to come…But I’m thinking that I’m really liking the ‘Uncle Kisame’…Though ‘Uncle Tobi’ just sounds odd. *giggles*
And…For anyone who stumbles across this…Story takes place after the time skip.

Orginal Piece of Work:

The porcelain figure stood in the midst of the room, seemingly placed there on display. The moonlight filtered in through the skylight accentuating the delicate features. Eyes stared ahead, unseeing, resting about elongated high cheek bones. Lips were parted slightly, as if she was readying to take her first breath. The curves of the body spoke of feminine beauty, young, graceful, lithe. _____ started at the piece of art, as if entranced.

"She is quite a beauty, is she not?" A feminine voic

e spoke up from behind him.

"Yes Lady _____," _____returned. "A fine work. Crafted by your hands no doubt, such is the skill you posses."

The woman seemed unimpressed by the man’s praise, all too accustomed was she to meaningless words, spoken to only impress of garner favor. "She is not without flaw," _____ returned. "She, after all, has no soul, no spirit, no life."

"But she looks as if she could."

"She will," _____ returned, a certain look of smugness crossing the woman’s features. "You do not think I’d put such effort into something that would ultimately serve me no purpose, do you _____? I thought you knew me better than that."

_____ regarded his mistress carefully. "I would not assume to know your mind or intentions Lady _____."

"You do good not to _____. Perhaps that is why I keep you." Thoughtful eyes fell on the man. "Though you will be leaving me shortly."

"Me? Leaving? My Lady?"

The woman nodded, "she will not always be lifeless clay, molded into perfection," _____ began again. "I shall imbue her with the needed thing, and breathe life into her."

"You mean to bring her to life?" _____ swallowed nervously, "such magic…"

"Is mine," _____ for him. "And I will use it how I see fit. I am not a young woman anymore. I do not wish to age and die."

_____ furrowed his brow. "Then do you intend to inhabit this…"

"Poppet," _____ offered him the word he searched for. "No. I desire a flesh and bloody body. This," she indicated the statue, "is merely a tool I shall use to gain it."

"How?"

"I shall explain that latter," _____ returned. "For now, it is time to bless this child of clay with the gifts that will allow her to fulfill my needs."

Lady _____ pulled something from her robe pocket, admiring it in the moonlight. "What is that?"

"Well you can not expect me to send a young woman out into the world defenseless, do you?" _____ shook his head, still unsure what it was that his mistress was up to. The woman then opened her palm, laying flat upon it was what appeared to be a set of false teeth.

Upon closer inspection, _____ discovered the sharpness of the canines that the woman held in her hand. "My Lady?" His brow furrowed in question.

"They are fashioned from the fangs of a latrans. I need her bite to be sharp to be sharp, as well as her wit and her tongue," _____ said in way of explanation.

Approaching the pale white figure, Lady _____ placed the finger of her one hand upon the statues lips, causing the mouth to open slightly. Quickly the woman’s other hand slid the carefully fashioned teeth of the canine into the poppet’s mouth, allowing it to close around them once they were in place.

*563 words

Other than that…Not much going on. Though I was flipping through radio stations this afternoon…And one of the evil ones were playing Christmas music already! Ahhhhh! *runs and hides* It’s too soon! *laughs*

This week-end…Need to make my English essay look like an actual essay…And work out that pesky citing stuff. And some Algebra.

*skips off*