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The animosity between Harry and Draco was like a tangible beast, slithering above their heads for everyone to see, hissing its ire and overall repugnance, for the two arguing wizards it surrounded. The conflict between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had reached a fevered pitch during Potion's class, because Harry was convinced Draco had turned his potion pink instead of purple on purpose, just so he could make the derogatory comment that he thought it matched Harry's personality perfectly. The following snickering amongst his Slytherin classmates, especially the knowing smirk from their leader, Malfoy, lead Harry to only one assumption, that D

Welcome everyone reading this to my new story called ‘Orange Crush’ this is the first strictly SasuNaru story I have done other than ‘The Trouble With Popsicles’ and I am very proud with how this turned out. This story does depict a seemingly straight Naruto at first, but that will gradually change as the story progresses. I personally had this idea in mind before their was the series ‘Heroes’ and before they showed ‘Sky High’ I just never got around to writing it since I had other projects I was working on at the time, but I felt its better late than never to have this posted.  A lot of this story was

A lone child of around 5 years old sat next to a green bush partially hidden by the foliage. At first Pein, who was 15 at the time, thought the boy was Kyuubi since the child had similar colored blond hair. The boy sat huddled over his pink basket crying, when Pein approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder, the boy looked up in surprise before flinching away as if he was expecting Pein to hit him. Pein was shocked by how pretty the little boy’s large green eyes were set against skin that was almost as pale as the Uchiha boy his brother hung out with. He found himself wondering who the little kid was, “Don’t worry I won&

Naruto’s eyes seemed to take on a dull steel-like color, making them appear almost dead in contrast to how full of life they once were. The pallor of his skin was almost white and tinged with blue, cold to the touch, where once his skin had been warm as if the sun lived in it. The golden locks, that at one time appeared on fire as they stuck up towards the heavens, seemed almost dull and limp in contrast to their former glory. This person lying in front of him was not his lover or his friend, it was a shell, the need to destroy the false image that faced him filled Sasuke’s being with so much hatred-something he hadn’t felt si

The sun felt warm, and a cool breeze played with his newly cut bangs, Naruto closed his eyes and sighed, letting his lungs inhale and exhale slowly, as he contemplated whether or not it was a good idea to drift off to sleep there on the cool soft grass he was laying on. He could smell the smoke coming from the freshly rolled cigarette Gaara was smoking, and found himself sneezing, he rubbed at the end of his nose awkwardly with the end of his long sleeved shirt, having forgotten to bring a tissue with him. As much as Naruto hated how the smoke tended to make his nose tickle and his lungs burn, he liked the sweet smell that lingered on Gaara'

Level XIII-Chapter I The Mojave Desert sun rose high into a cloudless sky, and that sun beat unmercifully down on the lone stretch of Highway 40 that ran through this desert. The sparse growth of plantation provided little coverage to the sandy earth, instead creating false images of water reflecting upon its surface. For a few hours no cars, or even any wildlife for that matter, were seen throughout the miles of dried up land leading to the faraway mountains, so it was surprising to see a wavering speck of white–that was clearly not a mirage–steadily growing larger on the horizon the closer the pink Lincoln convertible traveled do