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A Soul’s Worth 10 Shinji arrived quickly at the 11th Division compound to find a very bloodied Naoki Taicho standing over the twitching body of another shinigami.  Shinji landed a few meters away from the captain for fear he may be in a state of bloodlust.  However the relatively young shinigami did not see a lust of blood in the captain’s eyes but rather a deep sadness.  Noting the rest of the bodies lying around Shinji approached cautiously. “Naoki Taicho what happened here,” asked Shinji. The 11th Division Taicho looked up at the subordinate of the one he loved and said, “Are you here to try and kill me too?&

DISCLAIMER: The following work is fan fiction.  The Naruto world and all the techniques used in this story are based off the manga created by Masashi Kishimoto.  I claim no credit to the world, existing villages or the majority of the jutsus used in the following.  This story is a Naru/Hina, SasuSaku, and Shika/Tema fanfic but I have decided to approach it from a different angle.  I hope you enjoy. Fiery Dawn Part 1: The sun had only been in the sky for an hour and a young teenage boy was already sitting in a classroom.  The folded piece of paper in his hand only had two characters on it &#

Memories (A Fiery Dawn side story): “Mom what is dad like,” asked a young boy helping his mother in the kitchen. “Well Taurus he is a powerful shinobi of Konoha,” she said with a nostalgic smile adorning her pale face, “That’s why you have never met him.  Why do you ask?” “I want to meet him,” said Taurus with a sad tone lingering in his voice. “You will one day son.  You just have to be patient.” “No,” said the six year old, “I will meet him.  That’s why I’m going to become a powerful shinobi for Konoha too!” Taurus opened his eyes slowly as his t

Part 2: Hunger for Blood: Team Akonda had been on the road for four days so far on their journey to the capital city, the sun had set four hours ago and now made their way by the light of the moon.  The weight of the approaching chunin exams was becoming heavier with each step along the road and Akonda could sense it all too well.  He could see the turmoil on the faces of his genin and feel their anxiety.  He could remember the undue pressure that his family placed on him when he attended his first exam and their utter disappointment when it took him two additional attempts to pass it. "I think we should take a break," announced Akonda s

Disclaimer:  Salad Days and all characters and places belong to Tyshea.  This is a fan fiction that I hope she and all who read it will enjoy. A fresh faced young man with shoulder length brown hair, wearing a white tee shirt, a khaki colored vest, khaki colored cargo pants and sandals sits in a high back leather chair.  In front of him is a large dark cherry colored desk with a large sword leaning against it in a room with no windows and bookshelves lining the walls.  Positioned at the desk typing away at the computer at a near frantic speed is the Vice-principal of Wormwood High School, an attractive woman with blonde hair, wire rim glass